Chapter 439 Twisted Black Mist—Crossing the Mulhouse Forest Sea
Looking at the stupid big man in front of him, Weilin smiled contemptuously.
The long sword in his hand sliced through the ogre's head, as easily as cutting a melon or vegetables.
The ogre's body separated instantly, its head rolled to the ground with a gurgling sound, and blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing everywhere.
The death of the master directly frightened the kobolds' courage. They were all terrified and had no fighting spirit.
The other ogres were aroused with the desire to fight, their eyes were red, and they rushed towards Verin with their weapons raised high.
Weilin didn't take these miscellaneous fish seriously.
He dodged and avoided the ogre's attack. At the same time, he waved his long sword, and a sword energy passed through, cutting several ogres in half. The cuts were smooth and smooth, as if cut by a laser.
The ogre's entrails and blood spurted out, splattering all over Vaelin, but he didn't care, as if these were just trivial matters.
As more than a dozen ogres were dismembered, the remaining kobolds had no worries and dispersed in all directions, fleeing in all directions.
Hui stood on the outside, pulled out his long sword, and began to harvest the lives of the kobolds. His swordsmanship was like a ghost. Every time he swung the sword, he could take away the life of a kobold, as if he was dancing, elegant and deadly.
Lan stood on the big tree, constantly using his magic power to condense arrows and shoot at the fish that slipped through the net.
As for the other people, they were watching the battle from the sidelines.
Kyle fell into deep thought about the fighting methods of his two subordinates. Hui's fighting skills were very good, without any sloppiness, but Lan was a bit rusty and needed to practice more after returning.
Looking at the sudden appearance of the human "adventure team", the half-elf on the wooden fence did not relax at all. Instead, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Too many of their tribesmen have been kidnapped by humans, and their wariness towards humans is even greater than those of the monster races that come from the misty forest.
Standing among a pile of stumps and broken arms, Wei Linggang said he felt more relaxed than ever before.
Kyle came to Verin's side and used cleaning spells to wash away the blood on his body.
"Elder, what should we do?" The captain of the village guard, a low-level silver half-elf warrior, asked a half-elf elder in Elvish language, his tone full of worry.
"The other party helped us defeat the ogre and his servants. No matter what, he was kind to us and let the tribe prepare the best food to entertain them."
"Follow your orders."
The surrounding half-elf warriors and rangers heard the elder's words and put away the hatred in their hearts.
Whatever the case may be, these human adventurers have saved them, and they cannot be ungrateful.
After a while, the door of the half-elf village was opened, and the half-elf elder led several half-elf rangers out of the village.
"Stranger stranger, on behalf of the one hundred and thirty-six half-elves in the village, I would like to thank you for saving the village of Toriens."
"I have asked people to prepare sumptuous food, thank you for your help."
Verin didn't speak, nodded, and followed the half-elf elder into the half-elf village called Toriens.
Entering the village and looking around, most half-elves had fear in their eyes.
Verin didn't care about this. Human beings were not a good thing in the eyes of elves and half-elves. Their eyes couldn't kill people anyway, so it didn't matter if they looked at them a few more times.
Several others followed Weilin and walked into the first half-elf village they encountered in the forest.
Entering a wooden hall, Weilin sat in the main seat, and others took their seats one after another.
Afterwards, the beautiful half-elf girl entered the hall carrying various fruits and meals, which were placed on the wooden table one by one.
Weilin grabbed a piece of fruit and took a bite. It was very sweet.
"Elder, where is this place?" Kyle looked at the half-elf elder and asked with a smile.
Facing this reserved young man, the half-elf elder instantly felt great pressure.
"This is the eastern border area of Mulus Forest Sea. Three kilometers east from here is the misty forest."
"Do you have a map?"
Facing Verin's inquiry, the half-elf elder said with some regret: "I'm sorry, we are just a small settlement here. If you need it, I can send a ranger to lead you through the Mulus Forest Sea. "
"Thank you, elder." Weilin thanked him.
Upon seeing this, the half-elf elder summoned a half-elf warrior and ordered in Elvish language: "Go and call Colus over."
"Yes, elder."
Not long after, a middle-aged half-elf ranger came to the hall and saluted the half-elf elder.
"Colus, I need you as a guide to take these distinguished guests through the Mulhouse Forest Sea."
"As you command, Elder Cordis." The half-elf ranger replied in Common Tongue.
In this village, there are not many half-elves who can speak Common Language. There are only three people. One is the half-elf elder Kordis, the other is the half-elf ranger Korus, and the last one is the half-elf elder’s granddaughter Lily. Ya.
After enjoying the meal, Verin soon stayed, and under the leadership of Colus, embarked on a journey across the Mulus Forest Sea.
Under the leadership of the half-elf ranger, Verin and his party successfully crossed the Mulus Forest Sea and arrived in the central area of the Half-elf Principality of Imana.
During the journey, through the conversation with this half-elf, Verin finally understood the whole picture of this forest called Mulus by the half-elves.
It runs through the northeastern region of the Half-Elf Principality of Imana, with a total area of 760,000 square kilometers, accounting for about one-third of the entire country's territory. The number of half-elves living in it is between 1.2 million and 1.33 million. Between 10,000 and 10,000 people, only one-sixth of the country’s population.
After spending five days with everyone, the half-elf ranger Cordis still had a great prejudice against humans, but he had a great impression of Verin and the others.
Vaelin's demeanor and strength impressed the half-elf ranger.
"This is the border of the East Mulhouse Province, and you will enter the Lepuo Province further ahead." The half-elf ranger pointed to the plains in the distance and said to Verin.
"Kordis, thank you for your help. This is your reward." Weilin took out thirty gold coins, put them in a cloth bag, and handed them to him.
The half-elf ranger shook his head and refused: "Lord Verin, you and your companions saved my home. This is already the best reward. Please do not pay any additional reward."
"Take it."
"Thank you for your kindness. I have my own rules. Please forgive me." Half-elf Ranger Cordis shook his head again and refused.
After several excuses, Weilin had no choice but to take back the gold coins.
He had a new understanding of the stubbornness of the Imana half-elf with moon elf blood.
After bidding farewell to the half-elf ranger, Verin mounted a red phosphorus horse and led everyone into the Adalad province.
During this month in Mulhouse Forest Sea, he also had a great harvest. He obtained more than 30 kinds of seeds from local fruit trees and prepared to bring them back to the Praying Star Leader for cultivation.
After emerging from the forest, there were obviously more villages and towns.
For Weilin and his party, the half-elves along the way were not close to each other, but they were not exclusive either. The two of them got along well.
……
Located in the southern region of Lepuo Province, there is a small town called Sarasha with a population of only more than 3,000 half-elves. At this moment, it has become a slave of the black mist, which is spreading in all directions.
When the provincial capital of Lepuo province received the news, it was already two days later.
When the Guardian Legend went to the capital of the Moon Elf King, this black fog broke out, and it was obvious that there was someone behind it.
During this period, six small towns and eighteen villages have fallen, and tens of thousands of half-elves have become slaves of the black mist.
