Riding and Slashing

Chapter 51 The Forest of the Noldor

The next morning.

The lord asked Leslie to seal up the snake heart stone, and let the team move on.

Sarah suggested that Li Ang let the convoy turn directly to the west and go to Changhe Town first.

"My lord, since the secret enemy knows your route, you should definitely not do what you want!"

But Li Ang refused: "The enemy probably thinks the same...Continue to go south, we will go through the forest and go to that village..."

Sarah was puzzled: "The only one who can know your route is Ralph! Do you still want to go to the place he said?"

"Sarah, it wasn't Ralph who did it. He shouldn't be able to hire a killer like Lisa Dilan. It's not just Ralph who knows my route, there are others..."

Li Ang said thoughtfully.

Sarah shook her head in confusion: "Others? Rangers? They can't afford to hire them..."

"Sarah, if you were the wounded elf assassin... where would you hide?"

"In the forest, of course."

"That's right, I'm going to catch him."

Sarah didn't say anything more, she just put on a set of ranger armor silently, and stayed by Li Ang's side.

Since the lord has already made a decision, as a subordinate, he should solve the problem for him instead of creating it.

Although Sarah never liked wearing heavy armor.

The caravan continued to plod along, but Anson stopped shooting birds.

He is taking care of the wounded more carefully now, probably to make the brothers recover faster and help them as soon as possible.

Li Ang no longer leaned on the carriage, he rode Alice again, and he was fully equipped, and even added a breastplate for the first time, and the inner lining was padded with satin-this was a simple piece of work he had processed. body armor.

The bow and arrows are also carried on the back.

In his hand, he was still holding the slightly curved Noldor long sword that Lisa Dilan dropped - there was no scabbard, so he had to carry it.

Klose is still in the carriage, not lazy, he is sharpening his sword.

He occupied a carriage by himself, and on it was a pile of various swords.

It is more efficient to polish equipment while walking.

Most people in the team did not expect that Klose was a very good blacksmith before he joined the army.

Most of the men in Mettenheim can actually forge.

Their volcanic hometown is full of fine iron ore, and the god they worship is also the 'God of Steel'.

That body's muscles and strength were probably also trained by blacksmithing—but, this also caused the Mettenheim people to consume a lot of food, one is worth three...

Mettenheim, with scarce arable land, can hardly feed these big guys who can eat, and there are often famines, so Mettenheim has become the "Mercenary Wholesale Department".

Klose is very satisfied with his current boss, because in his many years of mercenary career, he has only met Li Ang who is willing to let the people of Mettenheim open up.

Although the lord has always been unwilling to eat with them...

Everyone is on guard, but no one seems to be complaining.

In fact, no one noticed that this lord, who was always a little out of tune, seemed to have put together this small team in only ten days.

in a different way.

The convoy gradually entered the forest, and the road in the forest gradually became less smooth.

But on the road where everyone was on guard, nothing happened.

I didn't meet anyone along the way, only the occasional wild deer or rabbits came out of the nearby forest, which added a lot of food reserves to the team.

"There are so many wild animals here? Why is no one hunting?"

Li Ang asked John who was next to him—another master swimmer in Zhajia.

"My lord, this neighborhood is already frequented by the Noldor. Hunters dare not come here. In fact, no one dares to come here alone... Only a caravan with a large number of people dares to pass here, or It's the slave catchers..."

John looked around nervously while answering.

"There are very few people passing by, and it is possible to maintain such a wide road..."

Although the road on the ground is a bit bumpy and overgrown with weeds, it is still spacious, and the carriage can move without any problem.

"Probably the slave catchers have been maintaining the roads. The Noldor girls have always been the most valuable slaves, and the slave catchers have to transport them in prison wagons. I participated in an auction in Singal with... others... when three An elf girl was auctioned for a sky-high price of [-] dinars...but..."

It was Sarah who was speaking, and it seemed that there were people she didn't want to mention in her words. She secretly glanced at Li Ang with some concern, and continued talking, not intending to give people a chance to ask questions.

In fact, Li Ang heard it, but he didn't pursue it.

Only by respecting the privacy of each partner can the partner respect himself.

The Noldor elves are not the aborigines of this continent. It is said that they came to the Pendor continent nearly a thousand years ago, and they seem to have a high level of technology.

How the Noldor came to Pendor no one knows, though.

They seem to have suddenly appeared out of nowhere, occupying the depths of the Long River Forest, and do not communicate with any human beings.

They may think that human beings are inferior animals. In their eyes, human beings are about the same as wild animals in the forest, and may even be worse.

At least the Noldor did not kill wild animals, but Men who dared to enter the River Forest--and they could.

The deeper the forest, the stronger the aggressiveness of the Noldor.

It is said that there is a sapphire-like beautiful lake in the hinterland of Long River Forest, but no one has been able to reach there alive so far.

Of course there is no unreasonable hatred in this world, and there is a reason why Noldo took the initiative to attack humans.

Noldo once possessed a high civilization inherited for tens of millions of years. Originally, he just hid in the forest and kept aloof from the world, and was unwilling to conflict with humans.

But the initial tragedy came from their beauty.

The elves may be the darlings of the Creator God. Each elf has a beautiful appearance and a long lifespan. Their snow-white skin is born with an indifferent temperament-they themselves are like works of art.

Except for their long, pointed ears, these beautiful creatures have the same physiology as humans—but with ten times the lifespan and a hundred times the beauty.

This beauty has an irresistible appeal to some people.

After many attempts, some human rulers judged that the Noldor elves should not have any magic, but they are very skilled and have an amazing level of craftsmanship.

However, the total population of the Noldor is not large, it seems to be only a few thousand people-perhaps the creator gods are looking for balance, and the elves' reproductive ability is very poor.

Of course, this may have something to do with their long life and indifferent personality.

They are beautiful, rare, powerful, proud, and despise humans.

——Every one is giving birth to the desires of the powerful human beings, and all kinds of desires are concentrated on the same goal.

Sex, possession, wealth, conquest, or whatever.

These desires combined formed an irresistible thirst for the possession of the Noldor by every man in power.

And as long as it does not involve unknown areas such as magic, then human rulers can pile up everything they want with their lives.

Thus, a tragedy began.

This is the calamity of the Noldor, and the carnival of the nobles of men.

Some relatively friendly Noldor elves were captured maliciously without any precautions, and have since become the most dazzling playthings and possessions in the back houses of the nobles...

Then a crazy comparison was ignited-everyone with power and wealth wanted to own a beautiful elf.

The king is no exception.

As a result, elf slaves have become expensive goods with no market, especially elf girls, whose worth is almost equivalent to the annual tax of a large county!

Moreover, nobles have different tastes, and there is a big market for male elves...

Therefore, there were countless slave hunting teams near Changhe Forest, but most of them left their lives in the forest forever.

(End of this chapter)