Trembling surrounded by elves [Western Fantasy]

The little tiger recovered very quickly. In just two days, flesh and blood regenerated on its legs, and the scars turned into long thin wounds.

"Hahaha, stop making trouble, little tiger, it's so itchy..." Persimmon and little tiger were playing on the grass.

After treatment, it regained its energy within a day and kept chasing the persimmons. It follows Persimmon wherever he goes, and even acts coquettishly with Persimmon from time to time.

Persimmon almost suspected that this was not the king of beasts at all, but a kitten wearing tiger skin.

She picked up its neck, placed it on the soft grass, and gently stroked its little head. The little tiger squinted his eyes while basking in the sun, enjoying it very much.

"Your wound hasn't healed yet, don't run around and have a good rest here."

Persimmon just turned around and saw the little tiger sitting obediently in front of him.

"You?!" Persimmon opened her eyes in disbelief and turned around to look at the place where she had placed the little tiger, and then at the little tiger in front of her, "Why are you running so fast?"

The little tiger grinned and looked like he was smiling.

"There's really nothing I can do about you." Persimmon picked it up.

If the scenery here is beautiful, the scenery here in Boyi is three feet frozen.

He regretted not being more decisive and killing Persimmon before he could save it. It's good now that this little thing has just recovered a little and is so lawless, acting coquettishly and playfully in front of the persimmon, and even licking and hugging it... It's really unbearable!

It's not that he didn't think of a way, but this little guy was very agile and managed to avoid many of his secret attacks. Once, when Persimmon wasn't paying attention, he even kicked him as if to demonstrate! It really pissed him off!

"Persimmon!" Sylvain ran over, "It takes about half a day to walk, past the bare open space in front of you, and then you will reach the Demonic Mountain. I heard the elf say that as long as you go through the woods of the Demonic Mountain, We’ve arrived at the siege! Persimmon, when do we set off?”

Persimmon looked in the direction of the siege, "Yes, it's time to set off."

She put the little tiger on the ground.

"You go!"

The little tiger just stopped where he was, his eyes wide with confusion, as if asking why.

"I can't take you with me. Your injuries have almost recovered. Let's go."

Persimmon turned around resolutely and found that the little tiger was sitting in front of her obediently as usual, looking at her with wide innocent eyes. Only this time, she did not pick it up again, but moved forward over the little tiger. Go.

The little tiger got anxious and ran to Persimmon again, rolling around and acting coquettishly.

This time Persimmon didn't cross it again, she bent down and picked it up. When the little tiger was overjoyed, she handed it to Sylvain.

"Throw it as far away as possible." Sylvan took the struggling tiger cub, "The further away the better. Come and meet me after it's over. I'll wait for you at the entrance of the woods." She knew that Sylvan would use the wind to help the little tiger. The power can fly very fast.

The little tiger was still struggling, looking at Persimmon eagerly, hoping that she would look back at him.

The big black eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

Persimmon walked forward without looking back. She was not from this world, so how could she raise an animal from this world and keep it with her? If she really raises it, what will this little guy do when she returns to the human world?

Since they are destined to be separated, it is better to cut off the contact from the beginning.

Persimmon walked for a while and arrived at the bare clearing that Sylvain said.

Not even a blade of grass can be seen in this lifeless land. Looking around, there was no sign of life.

Persimmon persisted in sensing for a moment, but the result was still the same.

There is no living being in this place except them.

It was obviously sunny just now, but when they set foot on this land, the sky suddenly became overcast, and the cold wind blew, as if they had entered another world.

She suppressed her uneasiness and continued on her way.

I don’t know how long I walked, but a gloomy forest gradually appeared in front of me.

Another gust of cold wind blew. I don't know whether it was cold or fear. Persimmon looked at the quiet woods and trembled.

Just looking at this place is terrifying, let alone a coward like Persimmon. She just took one look and wanted to turn around and go back.

But... where can she go back?

Persimmon really didn't want to look at the woods anymore. She looked around and saw a lonely dead tree in this barren and desolate land.

She walked towards the tree.

In fact, it is better to say it is a piece of dead wood than a tree.

The tree was completely withered. It has no leaves and few branches, only a thick trunk. There are countless cracks on the surface of the trunk, just like the face of an old man full of wrinkles.

Cracks spread from the tree trunk to the ground where it is deeply rooted, as if it has sucked all the life force out of the land.

Persimmon suddenly felt a sense of boredom in his heart. She looked at the tree, as if she could see its hopeless struggle at the end of its life, and could hear its desperate roar at the last moment of its life.

This profound "empathy" came suddenly, violently, and inexplicably. Persimmon's chest tightened, and he clutched the collar of his clothes tightly, holding on to the tree trunk and breathing heavily.

A mocking voice floated from his arms, "Coward."

When Sylvan arrived, he saw Persimmon with a pale face, sitting on the ground with his back against a dead tree trunk, his eyes unfocused and his breathing messy. He rushed over in a hurry, "Persimmon, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

When he called, Persimmon seemed to wake up from a dream.

She shook her head, took Sylvan's hand and stood up, "I just suddenly felt that it's great to be alive." She rubbed the cracks on the tree, "Look at this tree, it should be trying its best to stay alive. .”

Sylvain also fell silent.

Persimmon asked for a water bag from Sylvain and poured the water on the roots of the tree.

With an uncertain future, watering a dead tree in this barren land is really ridiculous and cost-effective. But Sylvain said nothing.

Persimmon felt some comfort in his heart and packed his things, "Let's go."

The two of them had just taken a few steps when a green light suddenly lit up behind them. They turned around, but were blinded by the light and couldn't see anything clearly. An old voice echoed between heaven and earth: "Who are you? Why do you want to save me?"

The green light gradually disappeared, and Persimmon put down the hand covering his eyes, "Who is talking?"

"I'm right in front of you."

Persimmon looked at the dead tree in front of him.

"Who are you? Why do you want to save me?" The voice asked slowly for the second time.

"Are you this tree? Are you still alive?"

"Answer my question..." The owner of the voice was a little impatient.

Persimmon said calmly, "I didn't save you, I just poured some water on you."

"Since you think I'm dead, why do you still water me?" The dead tree asked again, "Where are you going? Are you going to the city?"

"Yes." said Persimmon.

"What if you die in the woods before you enter the city?"

Persimmon smelled the danger and took a step back warily.

"Many goblins like you got lost in the forest and became food in the belly of monsters."

"What do you want to say?" Persimmon protected Sylvain behind him.

The person in front of me is definitely not a kind person.

He stopped rambling, "Why did you give me the water? I don't believe you just poured it on the ground casually. There is no water to drink in the woods... Why did you waste such precious water on me?"

He seems to be concerned about this issue.

Persimmon thought for a while, then asked without answering: "Who are you? And why are you here?"

"I was born here, and naturally I have roots here."

"But, there is no water here?" Sylvain said naturally.

"So, I hate myself for being born in this place!"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

The old man continued, "I am not willing to give in. I want to live. I also want to become a human being, go to the besieged city to see the flower-filled holy city, and go to the Glazed Temple to worship the gods."

I prayed devoutly to the God of Light over and over again, hoping to leave this place, but...Hamelos never responded to me.

I could only desperately dig my roots deep into the earth and explore every land that might have a water source...until I sucked up all the water in this place. "

The old man fell silent again. No one spoke or asked questions, and the atmosphere became extremely dull.

After a while, he said: "I became a dry tree."

Persimmon's heart suddenly twitched when he heard the word "dry tree".

"What is a dry tree?" asked Persimmon.

The old man smiled, "The little sapling next to you should know the answer to this question." Persimmon turned around and saw Sylvan sweating on his forehead and involuntarily trying to hide back.

"The God of Destiny teased me and gave birth to me in this extremely barren but very close to beautiful place. Siege! Every day, I watch the elves come and go here, some leave with injuries, and some are never seen again. .I went crazy thinking about entering the city, and began to absorb the spiritual power of passing elves, and turned into a possessed dry tree. I can no longer have an elf body."

The old man sighed, "I can't remember how many years have passed like this... These days are too long and boring, and I don't want to continue..."

Sylvain on the side shed tears of sadness.

Persimmon also sighed. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

"I haven't had a drink of water for a long, long time. Before I die, I can still drink a handful of this sweet spring, and I will be satisfied. Thank you, but I am going to die, and there is nothing I can repay you with."

Persimmon shook his head.

"The woods are filled with monsters that have lost their minds and live by sucking spiritual power. Aren't you afraid that you will die there before you even enter the city?"

"I know." Persimmon gritted his teeth and said, "But I have to go in. I don't want to be like this day after day, and every day is worse than the next."

How could she not be afraid if she was so timid! But there may be no way forward, but there is no way back! She must retrieve her memory, return to her original world, and live her own life.

She didn't want to be like this, not even knowing who she was or where her relatives were. She could only live in fear in this spiritual world full of jackals, tigers and leopards.

"You gave me a handful of sweet spring. I have nothing to repay you," Hanshu repeated again, "but I know a way into the city."

Persimmon's eyes lit up.