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

Chapter 483 Anger and Joining the Dragon Slayer
"Vivian, no! We're friends!"

Greta had just been injured by Rhodes, and faced with the vines that were entwined around her, she had no power to fight back at all.

She herself doesn't know

Even if she was in her prime, she probably wouldn't be able to break free from Vivian's control.

Although Vivian's value in the brass spirit ball is only about 230, the level of her skill enhancement is far beyond her current class.

This is not.

Even Dann, a snakeman at the initial stage of the eighth level, would be taken away by Vivian's extremely brutal combo if he was careless and turned into fertilizer.

now.

Greta only hopes to awaken Vivian's few remaining emotions, show mercy, and spare her life.

"Friend, Greta, already, not."

Vivian's pure white pupils still did not fluctuate at all, and her delicate and pure face did not even tremble.

"Rod, the forest is the most important. Scrupulous, Vivian, it's not good."

Greta understood.

The tree spirit is just lacking in emotions, not in brains.

She knew that Rod was not killing anyone out of consideration for his own feelings, and she was also well aware of the threats posed by Greta and Dane.

That's why Vivian came specifically to stop them.

Greta finally realized that it was the two Withered who made the mistake.

The most threatening person has never been Rhodes, but the extreme and empathy-deficient tree spirit!

Greta hurriedly replied, "I understand, I understand. The favor I showed you when I saved your life is now null and void. We are no longer friends, and I will never come back here again! Absolutely! I swear!"

She thought of Dan being scraped clean bit by bit by the spiritual green leaf blade, and her heart was filled with fear.

The tree spirit in front of him with a cute expressionless face was like a big evil ghost in purgatory.

And listened to her.

Vivian seemed to be lost in thought.

He stood there for a long time without moving.

This is also because Greta is different from the snakeman Dann. Her current fighting style is still the druid's wild transformation. In the previous fight, she did not directly suck the trees to death like Dann did.

wow-

A strong wind blew.

A huge kestrel swooped down from the sky.

After rapidly approaching the ground, it transformed again into a giant wolf with blue and white hair and landed gracefully.

Vivian turned her head to look at the other person and recognized him as Olga, the half-werewolf druid from the forest.

"Vivian, kill her."

"Druid! This has nothing to do with you! Get out of here!" Greta broke down and started yelling at Olga.

The giant wolf's human eyes gave her a cold look.

Druids and Blighters absolutely hate each other.

Adding fuel to the fire: "She and the snake man are threatening Mr. Forest Ranger, intending to turn the forest and Quartz Town into places where they can do whatever they want. At that time, Mr. Forest Ranger will be controlled in every way, and his life may even be in danger."

Finished.

Greta saw Vivian looking over again.

I was surprised to find that there was a rare hint of anger in those pure white eyes.

"No, attack Rhodes!"

"No no! Not this."

The words were not finished.

A vine like a steel nail pierced directly from Greta's chin to the top of her head.

She was stunned, the unwillingness and fear in her eyes had not completely dissipated.

Compared to the snakeman Dann who was tortured to death, her death was considered a quick one.

Rhodes lay on a rock at the edge of the White Elm Area, looking at the sky that was gradually turning dim.

His shadow was stretched out very long, extending all the way to the grass behind him.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by.

With a faint fragrance, mixed with the scent of grass and morning dew.

Vivian's expressionless pretty face, with imperceptible curiosity, appeared from the corner of the vision and occupied the entire sky.

Rod smiled and sat up.

Without asking where she had gone, he pinched her soft, smooth cheek. Even from the two ineffective [Mycelium of Despair] displayed on the panel, he could guess what had happened.

The girl came over.

She had never been able to learn how to hug, so she would just press her chest against his chest, bury her face in his neck, and then remain motionless.

Rhodes felt Vivian's body temperature and gently stroked her back.

He looked up at the giant wolf not far away whose blue and white fur was rising like flames.

"Thank you for watching her, Olga."

"The Blight has always been the mortal enemy of the Druids, Mr. Ranger."

Olga opened her mouth and spoke in human language: "Besides, Vivian is not someone who needs to be looked after. She is strong enough."

"Yes, I understand. I'm just a little worried."

He wasn't worried about what became of Greta and Dane.

Being able to die cleanly like this might be easier than constantly extracting souls and spiritual power from the [Mycelium of Despair] to create mycelium.

"Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Has Plague's injury completely healed?"

Rhodes flicked the debris off Vivian's slightly curly green hair and exchanged pleasantries.

Only then did he remember that the spoils from Axe Beach, the [Seasonal Shawl], were still in his bag.

Take it out and put it around Vivian.

Don't say it.

Pretty good looking.

"Thanks to your help last time, I'm fully recovered."

Face care.

Olga's eyes became a little more alert.

It's like saying 'Don't hit me, I'm not interested in you'.

As a neighbor who was deeply tormented by Terry's screams in bed at night, she kept her distance from Rod, the human seed drill.

Rhodes understood.

He laughed dumbly and changed the subject, "Remember the commission you mentioned earlier? The Druid of the Balance Guild who went to Coral Bay to negotiate peace and later became emotionally entangled with the dark elves."

He is the current leader of the Dark Elf Black Moon Clan.

Come to think of it, the dark elf that was previously controlled by [Mycelium of Despair] seemed to be from the Night Clan.

It seems that there is more than one clan controlled by the Grand Duke of Purgatory.

"of course."

"You should be able to notice our recent movements, right?"

Olga narrowed her wolf eyes and nodded.

The mercenary group, the increasingly powerful girls, and several movements in Quartz Town.

As a druid living in the nearby forest, she naturally knew.

"Join?"

"of course."

Hearing the answer, Rhodes' mood immediately improved.

Another seventh level.

If we count, even if we don't include the Blizzard Mercenaries, there are already fourteen people above level seven who are clearly planning to take action against Coral Bay.

After all, as a child of the dragon, Rhodes was one of those who suffered from a phobia of insufficient firepower in his previous life.

He felt that it was time to talk to the two eighth-level people, Ona of the Rabbit Clan and Hera the Scorpion Girl.

The secrets and covetousness of Quartz Town told by the two Withered Ones, Dane and Greta, did not seem false, making him feel that a crisis was approaching.

Coral Bay is a thorn in the side. Now that our strength is almost the same, the sooner it is resolved, the better.

"Huh? Mr. Ranger, your spell bag is glowing. Is this normal?"

Olga was suddenly surprised.

Rhodes was stunned for a moment and looked down.

Sure enough, the magic bag on his waist was emitting a strange yellow light.

He felt something in his heart and took out the source of the yellow light from inside.

—An ancient parchment with white living mycelium wriggling on its surface.

(End of this chapter)