For the Night Elves, the Elvin Forest is almost the most habitable area in the entire Eastern Kingdom continent, and there is no one.
Even the Tirisfa Forest in the north is not as good as here, as the underground is sealed with the Elder Gods who can drive people mad.
As for the Silvermoon Forest, that place has long since been ruined by the Trolls of Zuaman.
The southern valley of thorns is too hot for any race other than trolls and goblins.
Unlike the secondary forests of the Red Ridge Mountains, which are more affected by humans, the trees in the Alwyn Forest are mostly primary forests that have not been disturbed for hundreds of years.
The trees here are lush and shade the sky.
At night, the towering trees seemed serene, absorbing the moonlight and starlight into the forest like sand.
In the moonlight, the outlines of these trees are dark and the leaves are slightly golden.
"Elwyn Forest!"
"I'm so glad I'm alive to hear the breeze blowing through the treetops!"
That means we're not far from Stormwind, but we can't go any more tonight.
We'll have to camp here, hoping that Stormwind hasn't realized we're here. ” "They at least know we're here......," Diego said in disappointment, but everyone knew he was telling the truth, as MI7 had proven back in its days in Lakeside - where there were humans, where there were MI7 eyes.
"This is inhabited by some of my compatriots, the Night Elves who haven't been back to Teldashir for a long time.
I've heard that they're doing well here.
And I get along well with the humans here.
Diego looked around at the trees, hoping to see his compatriots, but he was disappointed.
Of course, very few humans see them, and they probably all live off the beaten track and are not so easy to find.
He added.
"They do live far away, but they are also found in Stormwind, and of course there are some distant relatives of your self-proclaimed High Elves," Wendthor said.
He sighed, as if remembering some beautiful memory.
But he soon came to his senses, "We have to stay away from the road tonight and find a safe place to spend the night."
This means that we have to continue walking some distance into the forest.
Until the trees surround us. ” He took a few steps to the north, but Diego stood hesitantly and didn't follow.
"Is there no other place?"
Diego asked reluctantly, to be honest, he really didn't want to drill around in the woods, where his rifle was completely useless, and he preferred the wilderness with a good view to it.
"The East Valley Lumber Yard maybe.
But there's a lot of people there, and I can't guarantee that there are MI7 spies in there.
Wendthor gently persuaded, "Actually.
We have Masrae, and in the forest, no one can escape the ears of the Night Elves, especially if this Night Elf is a druid. ” "I hope so."
Diego said angrily, jumping off the back of the Kodomon and leading it into the woods to the north.
They started a campfire in a wooded area surrounded by trees.
Start preparing dinner.
From morning to now, they hadn't eaten seriously.
Except for the little dry food at the bar at noon.
At Masrae's insistence, Diego began to tinker with dinner for the day, but he didn't pay much attention to it, just scribbled the hot soup and poured in some cheese, hard jerky, sun-dried porcini mushrooms, and then slice in a few slices of bacon.
Ten minutes later, a steaming hodgepodge was served.
If you don't look at its appearance, just smelling the overflowing fragrance is enough to make your mouth water.
"Let's start our dinner."
Diego whispered.
The copper boxes he gave everyone were full.
The military cutlery that Colonel Todman had prepared for them was flat, with a buckled lid and waist ring, and looked like a small brass drum.
But it's very portable, and the metal makes it less fragile.
Van Goray didn't have his own utensils, but it was not a problem for the jackal, who had lived in the wilderness since childhood, cut off a stem from a hollow plant that resembled bamboo, made a simple wooden bowl, and ate it with a snort.
Diego was also sitting on the ground with a copper basin, he was not worried about someone touching it at this time, he knew that those MI7 conspirators were used to meticulous reconnaissance and meticulous planning before launching a deadly attack.
It will have to be tomorrow morning at the earliest.
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However, for young people, this kind of humiliation of being chased behind the ass and beaten is simply terrible.
"We can't run away like this anymore, we have to teach the tails who follow behind a hard lesson."
Sitting in front of the campfire, Diego suddenly said with some anger, he was fed up with this feeling of being suspicious all day, "First the thieves, then the gnolls, and then a mage, who knows what else awaits us behind?"
” "That's it, we have to let those unsightly guys know that we're not to be messed with!"
Masrae swallowed a large piece of jerky around his neck and said approvingly.
"What then?"
Windsor sat down and asked expectantly.
To tell the truth, he is better at confrontation between the two armies, strategizing and charging into battle in an upright manner, rather than this kind of sneaky trick. …… It was getting very late in the night.
A deep darkness completely enveloped the Elwyn Forest, and even the nocturnal animals that had gone out to forage for food were gradually beginning to return to their nests.
It won't be long before the first rays of dawn will break through the darkness and bring a new day to the earth.
The whole forest is very quiet and peaceful at this time, and the occasional chirping of insects and the song of nightingales are heard, but these sounds make the forest seem more secluded.
Yet in the midst of this darkness, a faint light still shone from a clearing in the forest.
It was a miniature camp consisting of a tent and a campfire.
In the silence, a dark figure suddenly appeared in the grass at the edge of the camp.
He lurked in the grass, carefully observing the camp.
He lurked perfectly in the shadows of the trees and grasses, as if he had become one with the shadows.
If you don't have the heart to stare at it, you don't know where someone is hiding.
In the center of the camp, the campfire had dimmed, but the dark red embers were still dutifully emitting their last light.
Probably to keep out the moisture and mosquitoes in the forest, the curtains on the tent not far from the campfire were drawn tightly, and a slight snoring sound came from inside from time to time.
On the other side of the tent, on the other side of the campfire, a guy with short hair was nibbling on a piece of hard jerky.
It was a dark-skinned gnoll.
He didn't know why such a Red Ridge Mountain native was here, and the information provided by the ring fingers didn't mention it, but out of contempt for the jackal, he instinctively ignored the jackal's threat.
Under the cover of the vegetation, he cautiously circled the camp, carefully searching the ground, in the grass, and under the big trees.
The information said that there was a powerful hunter in this team.
There's no way he'd not set a trap around the camp, that wasn't normal.
He eventually found the trap in the grass between two old oak trees.
It's a trigger-style explosion trap that's a bit of a hassle, but it's not impossible to dismantle.
He took out a special shovel from the tool bag around his waist, and carefully scooped up the inferior tiger's eye stone, which was full of fire energy, along with the sand underneath, and put it into a soft demonic cloth pocket.
Both this spatula and this pocket have been specially treated to balance elemental fluctuations and avoid bursts of elemental energy.
After doing all this, he let out a long breath, then wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and disappeared into the shadows of the trees.
When he reappeared a few minutes later, he was not far behind the gnolls.
He took a few slow, quiet steps, and groped towards the gnoll from behind.
Although he had been obscuring himself by the shadow of the gnoll, the light of the campfire finally illuminated his outfit when he got behind the gnoll.
Judging by his attire, he was a true thief, dressed in light dark green leather armor, a short shawl cloak with a hood behind him, and a black triangular mask covering most of his face.
The whole person looks like a ghost wandering in the forest.
The Black Shadow tiptoed closer, holding a black dagger upside down in one hand and silently reaching the back of the gnoll's neck with the other.
(To be continued)