I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 477: The Withered Old Friend

in the dark.

An unknown grove in the dusk hills.

thump--

The sound of flapping wings.

A huge black bird, perfectly blending into the night, glides quietly down from the sky, carrying the breath of decay and death.

The width of the wings is astonishing, and the intricate blood vessels can be vaguely seen under the wing membrane.

But there was not fresh blood in the blood vessels, but some dark green, sticky liquid that emitted a suffocating smell of decay.

The big bird's eyes were sunken in its withered head, flashing with a faint green light.

The twisted force of nature flashed by.

The big black bird transformed into a black-haired human woman with red spots around her left eye socket, and floated down to the ground.

"Dan."

The woman looked at the slender, non-human black shadow that had been standing still in the grove and called out softly.

The dark shadow was currently pressing its long arms, which were knee-length and covered with snake scales, against a lush and healthy tree.

This is a snake person.

It is running along with the same twisted natural force.

The natural spirituality within the tree was sucked dry in an instant, and it withered and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It is the withering of destruction and death.

Another withered one.

"Greta, I remember this Wind Wall Forest is part of your assessment. Are you sure you want my help?"

The snake-man witherer named Dann always spoke with a rising tone, always with a hint of coldness.

Greta said in a deep voice: "The situation in Wind Wall Forest is complicated, yes, I need help."

"Then you should understand. The people above place great emphasis on personal ability of foreign players, which may lower your rating."

"Adaptability is also a personal skill. Dan, I haven't been away for many years, but the strength of the forest has increased so rapidly. You should be able to see the spirituality in that forest, right?"

They both looked towards the west at the same time.

On the pitch-black horizon, a rich natural force that only the withered can see rises like a flame, illuminating half of the sky with a emerald green.

Greed and desire flashed in both of their eyes.

"It's a natural force comparable to the elves' Emerald Garden. Unfortunately, even the masters above don't dare to completely destroy this forest."

Dane sighed.

He turned to Greta again and said, "Tell me how you want me to help you. Also, pay attention to your reward."

"There's a tree spirit in the forest. I saved her life before, you know. Tree spirits don't usually have very good brains. I was hoping to use that to force her into submission, but now there are five or more level sevens in the forest. I did some research and found out that the ranger there even survived a recent encounter with the dragon of Coral Bay and is still safe and sound."

"Ranger Rod, I know him. The Snow Hill Evening News always likes to brag about him. He must be a pretty good fighter. I heard that someone above him suffered at his hands. I'm not afraid of him. After all, he's a seventh-level character, but he's definitely not an easy target. You'll have to pay more."

"No, Dane, I don't need you to beat him."

Greta lowered her voice. "Before I became the Withered, I spent nearly ten years quietly in Windwall Forest. You know, druids love to record their history in the forest. One day, I stumbled upon a record made by a ninth-rank druid a hundred years ago. He said Quartz Town holds a secret powerful enough to shake the continent."

Dann frowned slightly.

"What a secret."

"That ninth-rank person didn't say anything."

".This is no different from not saying anything."

"The key is that this was specifically recorded by a ninth-level druid. We don't care about secrets, but the higher-ups really appreciate this kind of thing. If you can help me contact them, Dan, it might even count as a contribution."

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Seeing his intention, Greta quickly added, "You don't need to fight those seventh-level spirits in the forest. Just calm them down. I have my own way of making the forest spirits submit. When I saved her life, I set a trap on her. If I can successfully activate it, she will be enslaved by my magic."

"The ranger has a close relationship with the tree spirit. Have you considered the consequences of being discovered?" "That's why we need your help, Dan! When it comes to escaping and hiding among the Blighted, who can compare to you?"

Dane snorted.

Ao Yi's face lit up. "That's right. The ranger's frontal strength is indeed good, but when it comes to hiding and escaping, even a ninth-level mage might not be able to find or see through him, let alone a spiritual warrior!"

"exactly!"

"Okay, I'll take it. Please wait a few days while I talk to the higher-ups."

A week passed quietly.

Calm came in late January.

In the ranger's hut.

The tree spirit Vivian fell on Rhodes.

Rhodes kicked Terry, who was waiting to fall asleep at the end of the bed, and the succubus got up with a confused look on her face.

Vivian needed full attention at this time, so there was basically no attention for Terry all night. She fell asleep while waiting.

"Ah huh?"

"clean."

"it is good--"

After a while.

The girl's breathing calmed down.

She raised her delicate and picturesque face, expressionless.

Even though one couldn't see the position of her pupils from her eyes filled with white light, one could tell she was staring at Rhodes' lips.

"Rod, dear."

"Good good."

Rhode kissed her gently and asked, "Are you satisfied with my performance last night, Miss Vivian?"

The tree spirit, not understanding the joke, nodded innocently and asked again:

"Rod, are you happy?"

"That's right. Although Vivian seems passive, she can take the initiative when she feels like it. I like that."

"Contrast."

"Yes, that's what I mean."

Vivian didn't understand this. She tilted her head, still expressionless: "It's up there, Rhodes, on the cheek. You can see it clearly."

A pair of pure white eyes opened wide, focusing all their attention on Rhodes' face.

"Vivian, like, look, Rod."

"I like looking at Vivian, too. Vivian is so cute."

It is a pity.

Miss Shu Ling has never been interested in sweet talk, and probably has no idea about it at all.

Anyway, she didn't understand, so when she heard Rhodes say he liked it, she kissed him again.

Vivian is not talkative, but when she kisses, she will never stop.

Rhodes could only pinch her face and gently push her away.

"The druid I mentioned earlier is the one who lived in the forest before Xiao Ke and I, and is now the Wither."

"Greta."

Vivian said a name.

(End of this chapter)