Scene 143 Wen Yan’s Hope (5)

The little girl's eyes are like dusty emeralds, hiding a deep and thrilling green, with the power of life spreading from the inside out.

One of her slender, seemingly malnourished little hands was holding Antitina and the other holding Roman. She was wearing a gray linen skirt and stood on the ground with bare feet and white knees, biting her lip and looking at him.

Brando was slightly startled.

In his eyes, the long, green waterfall-like hair was like a new vine, setting off the dusty little face in the darkness, full of a weak and timid flavor - but the little girl's eyes did not dodge, just Looking at him cautiously.

"This is?"

Eyes like emeralds, except for the forest elves in the entire Warnd world, can only be possessed by the Seniya people with the purest blood - the people of the tree; but the long green hair that hangs down to the waist like a waterfall is It was so dazzling that it almost made young people think that it was a young divine messenger.

In Amber Sword, he had only seen one NPC with such long, almost pure green hair.

The messenger of trees.

"What Akane snatched from those cavalrymen may have been kidnapped from a nearby village." Antitina replied. She lowered her head and carefully arranged the hair on the little girl's forehead.

Brando raised his head: "She is a Senian, did you know?"

"What is that, Brando?" Little Roman took the little girl's hand and asked with a wink.

"Senian?" Antitina shrank her hand subconsciously, but she hesitated and completed the action. The little girl was startled, then raised her head and glanced at her with emerald green eyes. The noble daughter's eyes were a little complicated——

There are rumors about these "green people" circulating in many areas. A widely circulated theory is that these Senyans carry the disease of lycanthropy, so most people are unwilling to come into contact with these "savages" in the forest. , let alone the nobility.

In extreme areas, people even supported burning these heretics to prevent the spread of lycanthropy.

But Brando lowered his head, slowed down his tone - just like the Warnd people habitually comforted children, and then looked at the little girl and asked: "What is your name?"

To young people, the Seniya people are no different from the Eruin people and the Cruz people. Although during the war against the Dragon of Darkness seven or eight centuries ago, the Senian people's history entered a self-isolation that lasted for hundreds of years because they hid in the vast forests of the south - their backwardness was eliminated by civilization. The world sees it as its own fault - but for Brando, this period of history is more like an abstract symbol written in the background.

The little girl looked at him and opened her mouth slightly.

"She doesn't know Cruz." Antitina replied.

Brando was not surprised. He nodded and straightened up: "It doesn't matter. I roughly know where she comes from. But I'm a little strange." Antitina also nodded slightly to show that she understood his strangeness. Since she knew After this little girl was a Senian, she also wanted to know why those noble cavalry were so kind and did not execute this little Senian girl.

Not to mention a barbaric place like Tonigel, even in the hinterland of the kingdom, the army's execution of a Senian was in compliance with most laws and regulations.

Brando stood tall, stood up and looked around.

"We'll send her to Green Village."

"Green Village?"

"kindness."

"What is that place?"

"A Senian village," Brando looked around, picked up a cavalry sword from the ground, weighed it, and then sheathed the sword: "It's just south of here, about half a day's journey - "

"A Senyan village, why are we going there?" The noble daughter frowned and whispered, "This little girl should find someone to take her back. Lord, Senyan..."

She wanted to say something else, but saw Brando wave his hand to her.

"Lord!" Antitina frowned and objected: "Those are Senyans. If outsiders know that we have dealt with them, it will be of no benefit to you, sir -"

"Such a reputation, sir..."

The girl frowned slightly, suddenly thinking that the little girl from the Seniya tribe was still with her. Although she knew that the other party might not understand her words, she still subconsciously stopped talking.

"No need, Antitina," Brando interrupted her and replied: "But that is our destination."

"What?" Antitina was stunned.

The young man nodded. To find Valhalla, he not only had to go to Green Village, but he also had to rely on the help of those Senyans. Lord Martha did him a great favor by sending this little girl to him. Although Senian people are closed-minded, they have a simple feeling for true friends that is common to mountain people.

The druids in the forest can only be contacted through the Senyans——

Druid, Brando thought, was another group that was almost as reclusive as the Silver Elves, or even earlier. As early as after the Age of Prosperity (350 years ago), their footprints had disappeared from the civilized world.

"Brando, what are Senian people?" Roman grabbed the little girl's hand. Seeing that his question didn't get a response, he couldn't help blinking and asking again.

"It's a long story," Brando smiled slightly, raised his hand and scratched her nose - causing the business lady to frown and retreat. The young man finally replied: "But the elves have a name for them."

"At'zon——" Brando said: "The son of the forest."

"Werewolves?" The businesswoman's eyes widened curiously: "I've heard of them!"

The young man lowered his head. He noticed that when he mentioned the Elvish word 'At'zon', the little girl obviously reacted. She raised her head and looked at him with a pair of emerald eyes.

The green in his eyes was so deep.

The Green Village mentioned by Brando is probably an unfamiliar place name to most areas in Eruin or to the compilers of topographic maps. In the latest version of the administrative map of the Year of the Candle and the Dagger compiled by the order of Auberge VII, there are as many as 450 towns, villages and manors in the kingdom, but there is not a single one among them. It was named 'Green Village'.

But young people know this place.

This is a Senian settlement on the border.

In fact, in the Silver Year, about more than ten years later, their adventure group heading towards the Kalanga Mountains started from here. But the situation at that time was different from now——

They rode through the cultivated land that the Seniya people had carved out at the edge of the forest, and saw fields spreading along the strips of open space cut out in the forest. The faint sunlight passed through the tall black pine trees, and bunches of light fell on it. on these artificial objects.

It was as quiet as an empty dream.

Brando remembered that in his memory, stretching from here to the distance, there were patches of grassland full of meadows; except for the road under the horses' hooves that stubbornly grew out of the forest, all artificial The traces have long been lost under the traces of time.

He looked across the fields and could almost see the river beach behind them. He remembered that it was a settlement of creeping demons in their early thirties, and it took a lot of effort for the group to pass through the dark forest.

However, the damage caused by the previous attack by the noble cavalry brought him back to reality. He first saw a broken fence, war horses passed through the fields, and the crops were knocked here and there, as if they were the traces left by a group of wild boars crossing the border. .

"These hateful guys." A Gray Wolf mercenary cursed in a low voice.

Most of the mercenaries like them were born in the mountains. Before joining this profession, they were either hunters in the mountains or simply farmers. In their view, the nobles who are above them certainly do not understand that these crops are everything to those who depend on them for their livelihood.

However, as if echoing his words, the group of people walked around the fence and saw a woman wearing a tattered linen blouse kneeling on the ground, covering her face and sobbing softly in front of a destroyed field.

And a man, who seemed to be her husband, was holding a rake and watching all this with a frown. When he saw a group of people walking out from behind the fence, he was slightly startled, then his expression changed and he immediately put the rake across his chest: "Yasha, run! They are back again!"

After saying that, he roared and rushed forward.

Unfortunately, before he could take any further action, Akane, who was riding a horse, swiped him with the long handle of his halberd and knocked him into a fight. The red-haired girl frowned. She didn't expect that the other party would be so vulnerable. She then realized that the other party might be just an ordinary farmer, so she got off her horse and tried to help him up. But before she could take action, she felt herself being hugged off guard——

The woman named Yasha hugged her from behind, crying and shaking her head: "Please don't kill him, Joel, run!"

The man obviously had no such intention. When he saw his wife hugging Akane, his eyes were red, and he let out a low growl and tried again.

The low roar is close to that of a wild beast.

But he immediately felt a sharp spear pressed against his throat. He looked along the spear and looked into the cold amber eyes of the red-haired girl. He was stunned subconsciously and couldn't help but shudder.

The whole person's movements were involuntarily stagnant.

"Fool."

Akane said coldly.

"You don't know what you can do." She put down the halberd in her hand, and then swung it to the side - with a flash of lightning, a tall black pine fell to the ground.

Everyone on the horse watched the whole process motionless, as if watching; even the mercenaries did not necessarily have a good impression of the Senyans. Only Roman blinked and was always full of curiosity.

The man seemed to have just come to his senses. He didn't understand why Qian didn't kill him, but his legs softened and he almost subconsciously wanted to sit back. But at this time, a small voice came from the crowd:

"Izz Jol!" (Elvish: Uncle Jol!)

The man named Joel was startled and could hardly believe his ears. He turned around and looked at the little girl with waterfall-like green hair in Roman's arms in disbelief. For a moment, he almost thought he was delusional.

The woman behind Qian couldn't help but let go of her hand at some point, and asked in a daze: "Funya, you, why are you here? Didn't they take you...?"

"Izz Jol, E sov oizz tam." (Elvish: Uncle Jol, they saved me.)

The little girl whispered every word, her voice as ethereal as the breeze passing through the forest, making the wind chimes sound.

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