Everyone packed up their equipment and left Temple of Melitele.
Going all the way to the southwest, the feeling of spring gradually becomes stronger as we go south.
The convoy moved forward slowly on the muddy dirt road that had just sprouted Grasses.
Arwen is riding on a black mare, wearing a large black cloak with the hood pulled low, covering most of his face.
The wolf head badge on the chest keeps shaking as the horse moves forward.
Beside him, there was a young woman wearing a white nun's uniform, riding on a horse.
It's Mia.
"If we walk two days further south, we can reach the ferry at the Pontar River."
Mia held a simple parchment map in his hand and pointed to a blue line above, "As long as we follow the river all the way west and pass through the canyon between the Kestrel Mountains and Mount Mahakam, we will soon reach Ellander of Temeria."
Arwen nodded, looked at Mia's face like a cat's eyes, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Have your injuries healed?"
Mia put the map away and tucked the hair behind his ears, showing a bitter smile.
"Thank you for your concern. The trauma has almost healed under the herbal medicine given by Nenneke High Priest, but--
Speaking of this, her eyes dropped a lot.
"That knife damaged my uterus. I'm afraid I won't be able to have children in the future."
Arwen fell into a brief silence after hearing this.
In this era, for women, losing fertility is an extremely cruel thing.
Especially the nuns who believe in Melitele the goddess of life.
Arwen raised his head. As a demon hunter, his body was filled with mutated toxins and he was also infertile.
"I think this is not a bad thing," Mia broke the silence and said calmly, "This way I can serve the goddess wholeheartedly. As for this fucked up world, it might be a kind of kindness not to bring children into this world to suffer."
The black-haired demon hunter was surprised. The nun beside him was still optimistic.
The convoy continued to move forward, along the dirt road, and was about to enter a vast forest.
With his powerful senses, he heard the birds chirping louder and louder.
There seemed to be no danger in the forest, so I took a deep breath of air.
"Xilulu!"
Suddenly, the draft horse in front of the team let out a frightened neigh, and its body suddenly rose into the air.
"Hold still! The horse is frightened!"
The driver driving the carriage in front grabbed the reins in panic, the convoy fell into a panic, and the nun's exclamation was heard.
Arwen frowned slightly, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and quickly rushed to the front of the team.
He raised his left hand and aimed at the frightened horse and cast Axii Sign.
Under the impact of mental power, the horse quickly regained its composure.
The groom pulling the cart looked at Arwen, his eyes filled with gratitude.
Nenneke also approached here on horseback, frowning.
Her own light and that of Arwen simultaneously landed on the muddy ground less than one meter in front of the frightened horse.
There was an arrow stuck there, with feathers made of pheasant feathers, dyed yellow by the soup made from tree bark.
The next moment, the sharp sound sounded again.
An arrow identical to the one on the ground was shot out of the forest.
Arwen did not dodge, he had already caught the trajectory of the arrow, and it was not coming towards anyone.
"Tuk!"
The arrow shot into the ground.
Missed the shot?
No.
Arwen lowered his eyes and saw that this arrow was accurately shot one foot in front of the arrow.
This is a warning.
"It's an elf." Nenneke whispered.
Arwen nodded and rode forward with her to the front of the forest.
Nenneke turned over and dismounted, performed nun etiquette, and said loudly, "Goddess Melitele, we have no ill intentions. We just want to pass here and go to the Pontar River ferry. Please let us pass."
Arwen fixed his gaze behind an old locust tree.
Squinting his eyes, he could already hear the breathing behind the tree.
After a while, the bushes in sight made a rustling sound.
Several slender and agile figures slowly walked out from the shadows of the tree crowns and bracken bushes.
They wore green leather armor that blended in with the forest, and wore hoods dotted with pine branches.
The leader stood on a thick branch and took off his hood, revealing an extremely handsome face, but his slightly pale skin was covered with green seal lines.
Arwen looked at the other party.
They all have the trademark long pointed ears.
There are five elves in total, no--
My peripheral vision looked into the depths of the forest without leaving a trace, and there were other smells there.
The leading elf did not lower his head, but looked down at them with eyes full of contempt.
The voice was like cold spring water, crisp and sweet, and the exposed teeth were extremely smooth.
Elves don't have canine teeth.
"Listen, D'hoine, you're not welcome here."
Arwen and Nenneke know the meaning of these words, and the other party is talking about human beings.
"Don't go near the forest, let alone Shaerrawedd!"
Shaerrawedd.
Arwen frowned slightly.
He had seen it in "A New Account of the Kingdom of Kaedwen" during the months of Grey Rock Mountain.
It was an ancient elven palace located at Kaedwen.
In the second conflict between humans and elves, the proud female elf Aelirenn led the younger generation to fight.
Under the general trend, without any surprise, they were completely defeated, and the younger generation was almost completely wiped out.
In order to prevent the palace from falling into human hands, the elves smashed it into ruins with their own hands.
Today, all that remains there is an abandoned fountain filled with white roses.
These white roses are Aelirenn's favorite flowers.
This spirit of dying for the race has also influenced many future generations of elves.
Nenneke stepped forward with a calm tone.
"As you can see, we are all nuns who believe in the goddess Melitele. Except for self-defense, we do not carry heavy weapons or troops."
"Even if you go to Shaerrawedd, it's still four days away from here."
"We don't mean to offend you, we just want to take the road through the forest to Temeria."
The elf looked back and sneered, spitting out words of disgust with his flat teeth.
"Humans, you are all liars."
"You are greedy, never-ending, and never trustworthy."
He raised the long bow in his hand, and several elves behind him also put arrows on the bow strings and aimed at the two of them.
"You are not welcome in the forest, go back!"
"Otherwise the next arrow will hit your monkey head."
The atmosphere of the negotiation instantly became tense.
Arwen clenched his hands, subconsciously reached over his shoulders and grasped the hilt of the sword.
"Wait, Arwen," Nenneke came to his side and whispered, "They just shot arrows to warn us before, and they did not intend to harm us."
Arwen loosened his hand on the sword hilt.
When the elves in the forest saw this scene, they thought they were giving up and preparing to leave.
The next moment.
A black figure swept out, the black cloak was pulled straight, and the speed was so fast that an afterimage appeared.
The leader of the elf was shocked, not expecting that the speed of the man in black robe would be so terrifying.
"Archery!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Arwen's cat eyes moved wildly, clearly seeing the trajectory of these arrows.
With perfect control over himself, he twisted his body in mid-air and passed through the arrow.
Looking into the void with his left hand, half a dark blue shield appeared in front.
[Magic Surge] Triggered.
When the subsequent arrows touched the blue shield, they sank into a quagmire, stagnated, and then fell to the ground.
Arwen ignored the elf's shocked eyes and rushed into the center of the five-person team.
"Ha!"
An elf jumped down from the branch and stabbed Arwen with the sharp edge of the dagger in his hand.
The latter stepped forward vigorously, made a small turn to avoid the sudden attack, clasped the back of the elf's neck with his right arm, bent his fingers, and exerted force suddenly.
The elf let out a painful cry, and his whole body was smashed into the ground.
"Whoops!"
The sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded again.
Arwen did not look at the arrow, but stared ferociously at the two elf swordsmen who were charging towards him.
Raising his left hand, a fan-shaped impact blasted out, and the violent air flow blew away the fallen leaves of the shrubs.
The bodies of the two elf swordsmen were hit by the impact and hit the locust tree behind them.
With a muffled groan, he fainted and the fallen leaves fell one after another.
"Qiang!"
At the same time, [Magic Surge] triggered the shield, and a blue light film flashed across his body, blocking the incoming arrows, and ripples appeared on the light film.
Arwen raised his eyes slightly and looked at the elf hiding in the dark shooting arrows, his cat eyes condensed.
The latter's eyes widened, his body began to tremble, and he turned around and wanted to escape.
Arwen untied the silver chain hanging around his waist with his right hand, his forearm muscles rose, and the silver chain flew out like a poisonous snake with eyes.
"Whoops!"
In the blink of an eye, the silver chain accurately wrapped around the legs of the elf who was trying to escape, and he fell towards the ground.
"Ah!"
With a horrified voice, Arwen suddenly pulled hard on his right arm and hung the escaping elf in the air.
His eyes moved to the position of the leading elf. Instead of running away, he jumped from the branch to the ground with a solemn expression.
He pulled out the dagger from his waist and looked at Arwen with disgust.
"You have cat-like eyes. I know you, you are a witcher."
"A monster created by human wizards, but I am not afraid of you. I am a child of the forest. Aelirenn will bless me."
Arwen looked at his young face and knew that he was an extremely young person among elves.
"Ha!"
The leading elf shouted loudly and charged towards Arwen.
But his attack was too slow for the latter.
With just a sideways turn and a feint, he deceived the opponent into launching a full diagonal slash.
His movements were unbalanced, Arwen stretched out his right arm, a glove inlaid with silver nails, and locked his throat with his five fingers.
Under the heavy blow, the leader's facial features were twisted together, showing an expression of pain, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.
With just a little force, you can crush his throat.
In just a moment, the five-person elf team was captured by Arwen.
Nenneke, who was not far away, saw this scene and his eyes were full of surprise.
"Woo----"
She has seen the methods of demon hunters, and she has also seen the scene of Vesemir hunting monsters in the Blue Mountains.
But now Arwen's abilities, in her eyes, are no longer inferior to those experienced demon hunters.
She remembered his age, his birthday on May Day, and he was still one month short of seventeen.
Arwen lowered his gaze, looked at the face of the struggling elf, and said coldly.
"Aren't you coming out yet?"
"As you can see, if I want to leave, your companions will already be corpses."
The sound echoed in the forest.
"Stupid!"
A male elf slowly walked out of the shadows. He put down the bow and arrow in his hand and looked at Arwen in horror.
"Stop, let go of Galar, we lost."
Not far from him, from behind the alder crown, a small female elf jumped down and stepped firmly on the moss-covered roots.
She has long flaxen hair, delicate facial features, and green eyes looking at Arwen carefully.
She quickly ran towards the latter's position.
"Toriel, be careful, don't go there."
Toriel did not listen to his words and had already arrived in front of Arwen, bringing a sweet fragrance.
She raised her head and looked at the cat's eye under Arwen's hood.
"It's you! Do you still remember me?"
The crisp sound made Arwen startled.
Arwen searched frantically in his mind, his pupils vibrated, and he recognized the other party.
"Are you the elf from----White River Domain?"
Half a year ago, when he was dealing with the Werewolf, it held the girl in its hand.
Later, when he saw that the girl's life was in danger, he used the Swallow magic potion. Unexpectedly, she was still alive. "It was me, you saved me." Toriel's beautiful eyes flashed.
Arwen loosened his fingers.
Galar collapsed to the ground, covering his neck with his hands and coughing violently.
"Toriel----"
Toriel quickly helped Galar up and kept talking in ancient languages.
Arwen can basically understand it, it tells the story of how she was saved by Arwen.
After the leader of the elf Galar heard this, his expression was extremely exciting. His eyes looking at Arwen were full of surprise and gratitude, but he was still wary.
"Sorry, Lord Demon Hunter, we have offended you."
"Let me introduce myself, my name is Galar, and I am the brother of Toriel."
"Thank you very much for saving my sister."
Galar took off his hat and bent down to apologize.
Arwen waved his hand, put down the elf hanging on the tree, and took back the silver chain.
He glanced at the three elves lying on the ground and said, "They just fainted temporarily and are not seriously injured."
Galar said, "Thank you again for your mercy."
Arwen said, "Now, can my convoy pass through this forest?"
Galar stood up straight, "Of course, you are our friend, of course you can pass."
"I see that your convoy is tired and tired. It must have been a long time since we had a good rest."
"We have a camp not far away. We can give your horses some water and some clean food."
"The road to the forest is very dangerous and full of monsters, especially at night."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Demon Hunter, please come to our place as a guest. I can thank you in person."
Toriel said excitedly.
Arwen took a look at the sky and realized that it was indeed risky to lead many people to camp in the forest at night.
"Please wait a moment."
With that said, he turned around and walked towards Nenneke's location.
After a brief exchange, Nenneke agreed to the matter.
Arwen just returned to Galar brother and sister.
"You two, please lead the way.