A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

It's no wonder that Sasha doesn't believe Cloris, the little white cat is just confused by this incredible thing.

Not only killed the lord, but also planned to use the merchant ship under the name of the steward and Baileyman to leave the Floating Star Sea. After Baileyman's death, more than [-]% of the residents of Coconut Island applauded him.

But Olgov actually appeared in the Twisted Forest!

It is not incomprehensible to commit a crime and walk all the way to the black to join the air bandit. However, the current situation is that Orgov appears in the twisted forest where [-]% of the fugitives will not enter. At the same time, he also has the ability to communicate with the local natives. And fight against the Air Pirates!If you don't know, you might think he is some kind of ranger who punishes evil and promotes good.

"I'm sure it's him." After Cloris said, she told what happened to the Muye plateau ruins, and speculated, "If he is really parasitized, how will the guild deal with it?"

"There are too many people fighting for profit in the ruins, and they don't serve the guild. Killing an explorer is not worthy of special trial by the guild," Sasha shook her head. "However, if he is really The ancient mage you speculate, the guild will probably send pickets to take him in, remember the key to the ruins you brought back to the guild?"

Cloris nodded: "A local guide who has lived for thousands of years, even if the vicissitudes of life have changed for thousands of years, he can still provide great help for the guild to explore the night plateau."

"Are you going to arrest him?" Barney asked.

It is important to find criminal evidence of the Pioneering Party, but the development and investigation value of the Muye Plateau may not be too low.

Cloris said: "Taking advantage of the chaos now, first grab a native and ask about the situation."

"I don't know the language of the Yaka people." Sasha shrugged.

"I can dismantle their souls." Yankatis laughed.

"Try not to. I can speak some Aziica. The Yaca used to conduct frequent commercial trade with the Aziica. There are many similarities in language communication." Monica frowned, "I will try Talk to them."

With a goal set, the pickets immediately began to act.

In the air bandit fortress, the air bandit with a burner had already burned the invading moths. He kicked his companion, whose face was completely disfigured by acid, off the flaming vine rope, and dragged his rusty metal prosthesis back. tree wall.The thieves on the high wall stared at the giant snake swimming around the thick vine rope, ignoring the flames burning. When it was getting closer, the commander on the wall gave an order, pulled the trigger, and fixed it on the vine. The gray steel pipes on the rope vibrated in unison, and the reverberation that the human ear could not hear echoed back and forth on the snake, and the whole tree city was shaking under the burning and vibration.

The giant snake let out an ear-piercing shrill neigh, and the muscles all over its body seemed to be rotten. Its torso, which was a hundred meters long, gradually lost the strength to wrap itself around the vines. Fall slowly.

"Hee hee hee."

When the air bandit's attention was attracted by the rioting dense forest, a Yaka native had already circled behind the fortress. She was agile and dexterous, and she easily climbed behind the steep tree wall with only an iron pickaxe.Her vine hair is deeply connected to the tree wall to sense the internal situation. Not far from her right hand is a passage full of stench, and the feces of the air robbers are full of maggots.

The Yaka native didn't care. Just as she took a sealed wooden barrel from her waist and was about to climb into the sewer, a black star ring suddenly appeared behind her.

"!"

The Yaka native was instantly alert. She turned her head suddenly, only staring at a sharp needle, and then the needle pierced her neck, taking away all consciousness.

Cloris hooked the Yaka native's armpit to prevent it from falling, half of her body merged into the darkness, dragged the native away from the star ring in front of the tree wall in the blink of an eye, and appeared in another floating place more than ten meters away. in the star ring.After a few transfers, drag the fainted Yaka native to the foothold.

"Green skin, horny tattoos, plant-like dreadlocks..." Monica, an ecologist, pinches left and right at the Yaka natives, like a curious monkey who has never seen the world, "In many areas, the natives will The environment has evolved features to match, but this seems to be enhanced by mysterious properties?"

"Can you wake her up?" Monica asked.

"I'm not sure if the usual anesthesia needles are effective for this kind of people, so I used a potion with [Twilight] properties," Cloris shrugged, "I don't know how long she will sleep, I The dosage is not much, it should take an hour or two..."

Before the words fell, the Yakas slowly opened their eyes and looked around vigilantly.She saw a few clean-looking "demons" or "outsiders" at a glance, and the alarm bells rang in her heart. She was just about to touch the iron pick beside her to resist, but found that her whole body was in a heavy burnout. Can't afford the slightest effort.

"Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello?" Monica used several Aziica dialects in a row, seeing that the Yaka people didn't respond at all, she said bitterly, "I should chimera a【 Beast Tamer] is here."

Cloris asked: "Can [Beast Tamer] also communicate with people?"

"Not only that, [Beast Tamer] can establish a spiritual connection with most creatures."

"Isn't mage Yankatis also a researcher of the soul?"

"I'm good at destroying souls, my dear lady," the goblin mage pouted, "it's better for me to tear her apart."

Sasha asked: "Cloris, you are a dream walker, can't you communicate directly?"

"For the time being, I can't directly extract accurate information from other people's memories as needed, and I must guide them so that the dreamer can recall the relevant memories," Cloris shook her head, "so I need to show relevant images, or give hints through language."

The planner muttered: "It's really useless." Before Cloris got angry, she added to herself, "You're still a soul professional, this stinky mage."

The girl held back her anger and asked the accusing guy, "Why don't you try it, Wei, Wei, An?"

"Vivienne's state is very different, and there is no way to do it, but Master Sasha seems to be very capable, why can't she do it here?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Suddenly, the Yaka coughed a few times and took a few breaths. Finally, her throat was able to move, and she asked Monica in a desolate accent similar to the Aziica language, "You guys?" ,who is it?"

554. The Great Savior

"who are you."

No one could understand the awkward language except Monica, who had studied local ecology and Aboriginal history.

However, just after the native spoke half a sentence, her throat moved, and then she stopped still.

"What's going on?" Monica said with her ear pressed to the native's heart, "She seems to be dying!"

"[Luentia] If the dose is overdose, there will indeed be a side effect of suspended animation of the whole body function. During the duration, all the activity of the injected person will be reduced and exhausted." Cloris gave an affirmative answer, but her eyes were full of pain. Is hesitant.

Seeing how the other party climbed up and down, the girl thought that the Yaka was very strong.

In the absence of testing equipment, Cloris only relied on one thing to quantify the potion—inspiration.This excellent and wonderful intuition allowed her to escape danger time and time again, but for others, it might not be so.

"Then we now...?"

Sasha asked.She couldn't see the eyes of Cloris. Although as a mage explorer, she also studied some witch doctors in case of emergency, but Cloris was a more professional plague doctor after all.

"I'll give her another shot of vitality, and then give her CPR," Cloris said.

"Sounds like a reconciliation," Yankatis smiled, "If the energizer is still overdose, do you need a shot of inhibitor?" The goblin mage shook his head, "It doesn't matter if you die, as long as Her soul still exists, and I can get some information at any time."

This time the cardiopulmonary resuscitation was very effective, and the aborigine soon woke up with tears and snot and snot. She didn't even have the strength to question and beg for mercy. The vomit that flowed back into the intake pipe blocked the air. If there were no accidents, she would not be far from an accidental death.

"Clean her mouth!" Sasha immediately searched for medical supplies from the suitcase in the compressed space.

"I'll take care of it." Cloris wiped her forehead with her sleeve, and pressed her five fingers on the native's throat without hesitation. Two puppet wearing masks cleaned up the dirt and assisted in vomiting.

After 3 minutes, the aborigine finally jumped up from the ground screaming.She patted herself left and right, and the scene of Ling Chi just now was engraved in her mind. Compared with it, even a few ribs broken by the puppet were nothing.

Those threads wandering in the body are tortures that are worse than death all the time.

"Hey hey hey hey!" Monica leaned forward to appease the aborigines who shrank to the corner, "You are safe, no one here will hurt you!"

"You tied me up and tortured me. Even if I choked to death, I wouldn't say a word!"

The ancient Yaca language and the Aziica language that Monica learned are only somewhat similar. There are huge differences in accent and many words. If you want to communicate, you have to make gestures, but some syllables emphasize The vocabulary Monica can still easily recognize.

"What did she say?" Cloris asked.

"She seemed to be talking about kidnapping, torture, pain."

"Didn't [Luentia] blunt her perception?" Cloris looked at the resentment and fear towards herself in the native's eyes, and said helplessly, "Tell her, I saved her!"

"Useless Cloris, she saw you tied her up." Sasha spread her hands aside, "Monica, you guide her memory so that Cloris can easily steal from the dream."

"Maybe we can be gentler." Monica took off the delicate ring pendant on her neck, handed it over, and said repeatedly, "What's your name? I, Monica. You, name. Friend. Gift .”

The natives dare not pick it up, she is worried that there is a curse on it.When she was a child, the tribe began to contact the air bandits who went deep into the jungle. Those outsiders exchanged beautiful gadgets and delicious sugar residues for the trust of the tribe. They carried out inhuman massacres and plunders on the land, occupied their homes, and forced them to migrate against flood tides. Less than one-third of the tribesmen survived.

At the festival, she witnessed with her own eyes how her sister, who had accepted the gift from the "demon" from the outside world, had her hair torn off one by one and was tortured like a tree stem being uprooted, and her skin was peeled off and mounted on a holy wood. A painting of howling Zhang.

"Hairy scorpion." She shrank back into her weak body and replied tremblingly.

"Mao Xie, we are not your enemy," Monica said, "We are your enemy's enemy, but your friend, understand?"

What kind of enemy, what kind of friend, the strange accents of this outsider can be understood one by one, and the addition makes Mao Xie completely blind.

She knows how cruel these outsiders are. Instead of waiting to die under the level of torture just now, it's better...

With determination in Mao Xie's eyes, she suddenly pulled out the dagger she had snatched from the air bandit at her waist, and wiped her neck with what little strength she had left.

The expected blood did not flow out.Cloris sewed her up.

The hairy scorpion was like falling into an ice cellar, she suppressed her fear, her body trembled slightly, and suddenly, she was about to slash at the enemy again, and her limbs that had lost strength fell down before they could stand still.

"What should I do?" Barney looked at Sasha.

"Cloris?" Sasha looked at Cloris.

If there is no girl, the little white cat doesn't mind torture and torture, no matter how stubborn the donkey is, there will always be a moment of resignation.No matter how bad it is, let Yankatis take the shot.Of course, this would cause irreversible damage to the hairy scorpion's soul, and even the key information extracted would be very limited, but in the explorer's world, human life is the last thing to be pitied, let alone the natives who have no connection with civilization.

It's a pity that Cloris had to leave a gentle and virtuous impression.

"Please wait," Monica said, "She may be the key to our dealings with the local tribes. Give me another half a day, and I will convince her."

Sasha glanced at the air bandit fortress that was still fighting against the turbulent things. The traps of those bandits can even directly penetrate the skin of the murderous king python and shatter the flesh and blood. Possibility of death—perhaps.

Wherever she camps, there is her mage tower, and the little white cat will not be so stupid as to go to the enemy's home field to take risks.

A truly qualified explorer mage should die and you will guard your home and I will come. Even so, they will be prepared for strategic shifts.

"Okay," Sasha glanced at Cloris and said, "After all, it was an innocent life, we don't have to let her die here."

There is no day and night in the Twisted Forest, but there is a temperature difference. Every three to five days, there will be abundant rain and dew mixed with warm currents with a fermented smell, and this is the time when most raptors and beasts go out to hunt.

After eating briefly, Sasha expanded the penetration range of the camp. In the depths invisible to the outside, the magical neural network created by the little white cat is gradually manipulating the spirituality of the animals.Barney took the scout Lott to explore a messy battlefield and around the fortress.Monica put down the open can after persuading the hairy scorpion to no avail, and retreated silently to the campfire.Cloris noticed that the native girl was staring at her.

As soon as she noticed the girl's return gaze, she immediately turned her back to everyone in fright, trembling with hunger.

The hairy scorpion didn't dare to eat from outsiders, but luckily these villains didn't take away her knife, and didn't tie her to the fern.At midnight, everyone took a nap by the bonfire, and Cloris took turns to watch the night—this was just the habit of the picket squad. A small movement.

Mao Xie thought that everyone outside was going to sleep. She had been hungry all day, and with the physical exertion of climbing the fort and the torment behind, the little native girl was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back.

She carefully pulled out the knife, cut a hole in the skin of a certain brown fern and peeled it off, dug out the plump caterpillars inside, and stuffed them into her mouth.

"Are you hungry?" Cloris suddenly emerged from the shadows.

"You, you, you, go away!" Mao Xie was so frightened that she couldn't help herself. She was very weak, and she didn't have much strength to swing the knife now.

"Humph."

Cloris knew why the hairy scorpion was afraid of her, but she didn't mean to apologize to the native girl, but instead brought the leftover broth from the campfire, and took out a greasy, greasy meatball from the Ring of the Void. Stomach.

In an instant, Mao Xie's hunger disappeared immediately. She listened to the silly singing in a daze, and heard a few familiar but jerky words from a lot of inexplicable syllables.

"friend."

"home."

Fat Bucket seems to be demented, but in fact he is demented, but this does not prevent him from becoming a multilingual talent. He and Cynthia were born in the Miwen Wetland, and their ancestors may have had a relationship with the Yaka people thousands of years ago. through intermarriage.The unfamiliar accent and familiar language touched Mao Xie's longing for her relatives, and she was stunned in place.

Just when the hairy scorpion was about to reach out to touch it, Cloris, who was chewing the chocolate bar, suddenly withdrew her [singing stomach], and a stronger sense of hunger swept over in an instant.

"Gulululu." Before Maoxie's stomach growled, Cloris took the lead to show a malicious smile. The girl added a handful of spices to the pot, scooped up a spoonful of hot cooked soup and put it in the aborigine's small kitchen. In front of my sister, "Hey, why is there such a good smell? Some people want to eat it, but I won't say who it is."

The hairy scorpion was terrified and embarrassed, and she wanted to shrink back, but the spiced reality was not something people who ate live bugs, sucked tree sap, and gnawed sour fruits could resist.

Gluttony is one of the most straightforward human desires.

Just when Mao Xie finally couldn't bear it and wanted to take a sip, the girl suddenly withdrew the spoon, splashed the soup on the ground in front of Mao Xie, and kicked a few pieces of fat down the cracks between the vine branches.

"You!" Hairy Scorpion pointed at Cloris, this waste of food made her speechless with anger.

The Twisted Forest seems to be rich in products, but most of them are inedible poisons. Especially after losing their homes, the aborigines face the danger of life and death when collecting daily necessities. Sometimes, even if they know that some foods are poisonous, they have to swallow them to satisfy their hunger. go down.

"Master, can you really make her surrender like this?" The planner sat on Cloris' shoulder and asked curiously.

"Her tame value is not as good as yours, what am I going to do?" Cloris rolled her eyes.

"then you……"

"Vivian, who were you thinking about when you became my bad dog?"

"..." How could the planner answer such words?

"Ten thousand points."

"Yes...it's the teacher." The planner gritted his teeth, "Vivian hopes to see the teacher again."

"When people are the saddest, most helpless, and most fearful, they can't help but recall the people or things they want to comfort them," Cloris said to herself, "Who do you think is the person who can save this woman the most? "

"The partner who is walking with her!"

"That's right!" Cloris snapped her fingers and said with a smile, "Let her guard down, and then I will have the memory at my disposal." She looked at Mao Scorpion who was angry, fearful and sad, and scooped up a spoonful of soup , stretched it out and said, "Come on, eat some more."

……

On the other side of the Air Pirate Fortress, an internal dispute is erupting among the natives.

More than two-thirds of the Yakas said to the goblin priest, "Master Priest, we must rescue the hairy scorpion!"

The goblin priest looked at Orgov. The man had no expression on his face, but he just emphasized: "Those people are dangerous. We must retreat first and answer your tribe before we can make a long-term plan."

A strong Yaka man waved his dart and said, "Then fight them, a group of demons, we have Lord Spirit Envoys and Lord Priests here, let them come to Boda during this flood season!"

"We can't conflict with them!" Orgov panicked at the excited natives.

The secret script magic he stored has been used up, and now he lacks materials to replenish.As for the goblin priest's staff, he would be weak for more than ten hours every time he used it, it was just an expedient measure to win the trust of the natives.And the reason why he refused to conflict with Cloris and her party was not because he was really a kind and innocent person——

In order to get out alive, he once helped "Miss Ke" strengthen the magic circle that suppressed and killed the thousand-legged demons, but when he saw Cloris riding Prismotan and seeing her going in and out of the mist like no one Only then did Olgov realize that he was a complete joke!