Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 36

The cuckoo crow whispered lowly on the branch, and the black night enveloped it, hiding him in the darkness.

The wheels of the carriage rolled through the dirt, leaving long axle marks on the ground.

The recent heavy rain made the already muddy road even more sticky. The shadows of the trees in the forest were swaying, hiding in the darkness, like lurking evil ghosts.

It was still quite a while before midnight, almost eight o'clock in the evening, and night had just fallen.

Although there is no morning fog, it is extremely easy to get lost here anyway. Not to mention outsiders, sometimes even the beasts living here often cannot return to their lairs.

"Go a little to the left. If I remember correctly, there should be a road ahead." Nasha sat on the carriage and pointed forward.

After a few days, Lowenstein no longer knew how to get around the forest. Only then did he realize the most useful part of bringing Nasha out.

When Nasha came out this time, she asked the housekeeper for a large sum of money to pay for making her own clothes. Although Lowenstein didn't mind paying the money in advance, those vampires were extremely stubborn and would come with the money no matter what.

Ouyue saw the money bag that she had to carry with both hands, and she immediately understood why this eldest lady only made one piece of clothing every year. If each piece of clothing costs so much, it is really not something that ordinary wealthy families can afford.

Ou Yue was very bored at this time, so he took the diary he found in the cave last time and used it as entertainment to relieve his boredom.

The other funerary objects that were found were divided 50-50 by Lowenstein and Ennardez. Speaking of the ground, except for the black sword that Lowenstein wore on his waist, everything else was also taken. In exchange for money.

The only thing I was given was this diary.

But Ouyue already felt very contented, he liked stories. This book records the life of a skeleton for hundreds of years. Although it may not be a legend, it is still wonderful.

This guy doesn't keep a diary every day as if he were doing a task. It seems like he writes an entry every time a day is important to him. Some of them were recorded for several days in a row, some of them took several months to read the next one, and some were separated by more than ten years between the two.

Its diary looks like a travel diary, and it seems to be a skeleton that loves traveling. It was written that it had arrived in the human country of the Errolgieves Federation, the orc country of the Ilitaga tribe, or the Kirbera Island of the Sea Spirit tribe. Only the dwarves’ travel records were not found.

The relationship between the dwarves and the undead has never been good, probably because they are afraid that they will be treated as enemies and killed when they get there.

Ou Yue looked at the diary, then slowly lay down and looked at the stars in the sky.

It's not bad to think about it this way. Running around the world makes this kind of journey feel relaxed and comfortable.

The elves are restless to begin with, so after reading these things, Oyue suddenly rose and had the same thoughts as it, running around in the world.

But this thought was just a fleeting thought, because Ou Yue suddenly thought that if his brother could accompany him, then such a journey would be really interesting.

He must learn magic well and become a useful elf as soon as possible. Lowenstein also promised, didn't he? As long as he could learn any high-level magic when he left, he agreed to take him to find his brother.

At this time, Ouyue didn't know that this promise was just a way to ease his emotions. After all, it was impossible. Even if he was an elemental elf, there was no precedent for learning any high-level spell before the age of twenty.

They sat in a carriage and walked for several hours from the villa built on the cliff. Because it was very close to the elves, they had already seen the dividing line between the two races.

Even if she watched it again, Ouyue still felt that it was too spectacular. It was like a god splitting the entire forest with a knife. On one side was the elven forest that felt like an afternoon wonderland even under the moonlight. On the other side was Even at noon, the undead forest is completely silent and dark.

There is no transition at all. Even the trees growing on this line are generally lush and leafy, while the other half are withered and withered leaves.

"Okay, I don't know how to go from here." Nasha supported the horse and jumped into the carriage from above.

"Okay, I'll know the way later." Lowenstein nodded: "Thank you very much."

"It's not a big deal." Nasha took a deep breath, then stretched out comfortably: "Ah~ I like coming to the Elf clan the most."

"Why?" Ouyue tilted her head and looked at Nasha.

"Because the elves' blood smells so good, and it's all fresh here, not old stuff stuffed into bottles." Nasha licked her lips and smiled casually.

This made Ouyue subconsciously move further away from her: "Don't be like this, I feel very insecure."

Nasha stuck her waist angrily, stuck out her tongue at him, and took a big step towards him. She held Aoyue's hand with one hand, pressed it against his arm, and stretched out her hand to lightly scratch his shoulder. , and at the same time held Aoyue tightly with one hand to prevent him from running away: "Hey, I'm a little thirsty."

Her voice was soft, and when her slender hands moved across Ou Yue's body, Ou Yue shivered all over, her ears stood up high, and she looked frightened.

"Don't be like this, Lowenstein, save me." Ouyue looked up at the elf on the horse with a sad face, and asked for help.

Nasha looked at him like this, suddenly remembered something, and looked at him with a wicked smile, which made Ouyue feel a little bad.

After that, every time Ouyue saw Nasha showing this expression, she would run away, because it meant that the devil had some idea to play tricks on him.

"Look over there." Nasha suddenly pointed to the other side. Aoyue looked in the direction of her finger and saw a small green snake crawling across the tree.

"Isn't it just a snake? Isn't it possible that you're oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaa."

The ears of elves are very sensitive. Nasha learned this in the corridor of the altar.

Ouyue's face turned red instantly, and she wanted to turn around to protest, but looked at Nasha's innocent expression.

Ouyue felt that her cheeks were burning, and she lowered her head slightly, as if to cover the blush on her face, and avoided her eyes. He opened his mouth and his voice was as low as a mosquito whispering: "Why are you touching my ears?"

He looked so anxious that he was about to cry, and there was actually a little tear in the corner of his eye, just like a little girl who had been bullied.

"It's fun." Nasha looked at his anxious look and couldn't help laughing.

She smiled so happily that she even covered her stomach with her hands: "I can't do it anymore, my stomach hurts from laughing."

Ou Yue felt even more embarrassed now. He hunched his shoulders, hugged his knees and shrank into a ball, while burying his head in his arms.

"You two little guys, stop making trouble." Lowenstein said helplessly: "Wouldn't it be nice to be quiet for a while?"

"We are not making trouble." Nasha reached out and scratched Ouyue's already messy hair, making it even messier: "Hey, you're angry."

"No." Ou Yue whispered, then turned slightly and nodded.

"Hey, what did you say?" Nasha looked at Oyue with an expression that had the word "teasing" written on her face. Then she put her arms around Oyue, put her mouth next to his ear and said, "What did you say?" I can not hear clearly."

Ou Yue was so frightened that he almost jumped out of the carriage, then he quickly ran to another corner, covered his ears with both hands, and said with tears in the corners of his eyes: "Don't touch my ears."

His voice was originally full of anger, but it was slightly trembling due to shyness, making him sound like a child who was bullied.

"Wow haha" Nasha laughed directly and fell to the ground this time. Ouyue looked so funny. Making fun of him felt like a full sense of accomplishment.

Lowenstein glanced back at the two little guys and sighed helplessly.

He drove the carriage across the dividing line, and the wheels slowly rolled across the natural dividing line on the ground. The weight of the carriage was transmitted to the ground through the wheels, pressing out a long mark in the muddy soil.

Suddenly, Lowenstein's pupils shrank and he subconsciously shouted: "Stop making trouble, there is something."

While speaking, with him as the center, an invisible realm instantly opened up, and the surrounding dark elements became countless scouts under his call, transmitting everything in this space to him.

But the guy hiding here was not noticed. Lowenstein felt a little bad, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The dagger fell on his hand, ready to be unsheathed.

Nasha moved her nose: "They are elves, about six."

Lowenstein sighed inwardly that the talent of a vampire was so convenient. He hadn't even found a position yet, but a nine-year-old girl had even signed up for a few.

Since he is an elf, there is no need to be more vigilant. Lowenstein got off his horse and said to the empty front: "What do you want here?"

At this time, an elf slowly emerged from the grass.

His whole body was covered in soft steel armor. This was the armor worn by all elves who joined the army. It was light and useful. If there are special needs, you can also put a layer of other armor on the outside.

He bowed slightly to Lowenstein: "Please don't mind, passengers. We just happened to pass by during patrol."

"Patrol" Lowenstein frowned: "If I remember correctly, your patrol range is within three kilometers of the town. Have you gone too far?"

He raised his hand, and his pupils became deep and dark: "Please tell the truth, otherwise I won't mind fighting among the same clan."

Sitting in this car was an elemental elf that could not be found in five places in the world, as well as Ennardez's only daughter. If someone was really stupid and wanted to attack them, Lowenstein would never do it because the other party was Elf and soft-handed.

Thinking of this, Loewenstein couldn't help but feel that his momentum suddenly became stronger. His eyes narrowed slightly. There were already many dark elements in the middle of the night. If he was guided like this, even a guy who could feel the flow of elements would feel hostile. Increases in direct proportion to the content of dark elements.

"Sorry, but I really don't mean any harm." The elf quickly defended.

Before he could finish his words, the dagger was already placed in front of his neck. The black dagger did not reflect any moonlight, and was as dark as a pool of water, unable to see the ground.

"Then explain it to me." Lowenstein's expression remained unchanged. The dagger was held tightly in his hand, and even if a hammer hit it, it would not cause the slightest tremor.

A few seconds later, several elves came out from behind the rocks, on the trees, and from the grass. Each of them held a tightened bow in their hands. As long as they let go, Lowenstein would be nailed here.

"Calm down, it's not convenient for me to explain. This matter is confidential." The guy held by the dagger raised his hand: "Please take the dagger back."

Lowenstein slowly looked around at the elves around him and sighed slowly: "Were they just pointing bows and arrows at us like this the whole time? This really makes me unable to relax."

"I'm very sorry, but we really have no intention of harming you." The held elf took out a silver-white badge from his pocket and slowly showed it in front of it: "This is my ID."

This is the badge used by the elves to represent their identity.

"I would like to say that the army's training for you is a bit insufficient." The arrow in Lowenstein's hand shook slightly. The elf next to him, who had been tensing up, noticed this subtle change and subconsciously loosened his hand. The silver-white The arrows flew towards him with a silvery white trajectory.

The remaining elves saw their companions loosening the bowstring. In less than half a second, the remaining five and four arrows were shot out almost simultaneously, aiming at the wrists, knees, and the tip of the dagger. .

Without obstruction, the arrows shot by the elves with extremely sensitive five senses are almost certain to hit, and there will be no mistakes in a hundred shots.

But before the arrow hit, Lowenstein's wrist shook slightly, and the dagger passed silently through the air. The metal arrow and the wooden arrow body were cut off together.

"This distance is too close. We should use weapons such as daggers." Lowenstein said to the dazed elf in front of him: "In that case, it will be difficult for me to block attacks from multiple directions."

"Can I ask who you are?" The elf swallowed slightly and watched him put the dagger back into its scabbard.

"Lowenstein Strass." Lowenstein, who took back his weapon, ignored the people around him and walked back to the carriage alone: ​​"See you later."

Then he got on his horse, ignored those guys, and continued to drive the carriage under the stars.

"Captain, what should we do?" one of the elves asked the guy who was threatened just now.

"Continue patrolling." The guy called the captain rubbed his neck in fear: "Are you from the Strath family? Sure enough, that family is full of unreasonable bastards."