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

Chapter 52: Changes in the Desert

Amy calmed down.

She turned to Rhodes.

"Is this the master's wife, Amy?"

"Given your previous performance, not yet."

The orc woman's face fell.

"See how you can make up for your crime and make meritorious contributions later." Rhodes added at the end.

"Amy got it!"

[Amy's obedience to you +3, current obedience: 52]

[Obedience reaches 51, unlocking shared skills with Amy]

【Start random drawing.】

Seeing the information displayed by the slavery spell, he had to say that he was still somewhat looking forward to it.

Orcs are a race that excels at fighting, not to mention Amy's performance.

But when he saw the entries for [Knitting Mastery], [Clay Sculpture Master], and [Born Childlike], he couldn't help but make the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

what happened?

How come this shared skill has the risk of debuff?

Finally, after passing through [Furious Roar] and [Mountain Collapse], the pointer stopped at [Frenzy].

Rhodes finally breathed a sigh of relief.

[Berserk: A spiritual technique used by every orc. It sacrifices wisdom and tactics, significantly increasing strength and defense for a short period of time, transforming them into a frenzied warrior capable of melee combat.]

"Sacrificing wisdom is a little hard to accept, but the increased strength is barely acceptable."

Rod and Amy took another bath in the stream to wash off the smell.

After all, the succubus has a very sensitive nose, and if she smells it out, she will inevitably say something like "a pestle that pounded meat and vegetables without any discrimination".

The two returned to the forest one after the other.

Almost as they walked in, Vivian used [Tree Walker] to walk out of the tree trunk.

The eyes shining with white light stared straight at Amy.

Rhodes was gradually able to understand her expressionless face. It was obvious that the tree spirit was on guard against the orcs.

Amy just can't understand it.

She could only smile foolishly at the tree spirit.

Rhodes pointed to the slavery spell on her arm.

"Don't worry, I have it under control."

Vivian then looked away and said something that made Rhodes frown.

"Desert, there's a problem."

The problem with the tree spirit's speech is difficult to explain.

The group headed directly to the Oak District, which is the area connected to the Death Desert.

Because the journey almost crossed half of the forest, riding a horse was too slow, so this time Vivian led the two of them to use the [Tree Walker] to move.

Even so, it still took more than half an hour to arrive.

The forest does not directly border the desert.

There is a small section of barren land in the middle. There are a lot of weathered rocks under the ground, making it extremely difficult for ordinary trees to survive.

Rhodes has always had the habit of planting sand-fixing plants here, but he is not very familiar with the properties of the plants. He often buys various plants from the goblin Pete and tries them one by one. It was not until a year ago that he decided on a tree species called tamarisk.

Rhodes stood near a tamarisk tree with a serious expression.

The wind carried sand, which made a clattering sound when it hit the hard ground.

And in the distance.

A huge black and yellow salon volume roared upwards, like several worn and thin rags gathered together and spinning back and forth, except that the old rags almost covered the sky.

Even though they were far away from the huge sandstorm, everyone still felt a force of annihilation.

I also felt that the sand roll was moving towards this side very slowly and steadily.

"This isn't a natural disaster. I've read in ancient texts that this spiritual fluctuation is probably caused by a special man-made ritual."

Callister arrived riding a white unicorn, shock also showing on her delicate face.

"Is it man-made?"

Rhodes looked solemn.

"Is there any way to undo it?"

"I'm afraid not. The ancient book doesn't give a detailed description of this ritual. There are only a few words, but we know that it dates back more than ten thousand years."

Ten thousand years ago?
Perhaps humans at that time had not yet mastered spiritual arts. Rhodes quickly thought of Ego, the far west land on the other side of the desert.

I'm afraid these insects are the only ones who can cause trouble in this desert.

woohoo-

Sweeping in the strong wind.

A dry arm made of gravel and rocks stretched out and placed on the hard stone ground in front of it, then used force to support a rock ball as big as a human head.

The rock ball had nearly ten such dry arms, which moved back and forth as it moved towards the forest.

"What is this?"

Rhodes was not nervous, as the strength of this thing was only at the initial stage of the third level.

"I'm afraid it's a demonic creature that accompanies the ritual. Watch out for trees and dirt; they could turn into desertification."

"Amy, go get it."

"Oh!"

The female orc took a few steps forward and kicked the rock ball monster with a football, sending it scattering.

She turned around, raised her arms, and cheered at Rod.

As for her machete, Rhodes temporarily confiscated it.

Callister glanced at Rhodes. She knew that this orc was still an enemy.

How could he become so obedient after just one day?

"Slavery spell?"

"Almost. Just a little trick."

"I advise you not to be too reassured. The duration of the enslavement spell is very short, especially for a physically strong race like orcs."

"Thanks for the advice."

Rhodes didn't care too much, as he had already seen the power of the slavery spell.

The elf's eye twitched, realizing that the other party had no intention of listening to his advice.

She hummed softly and continued, "Human, you will soon realize your arrogance. Then you will know that the deep dungeon under Stormwind City is the final resting place for this orc."

After saying that, she jumped on her horse and quickly left.

Rhodes ignored her.

Instead, he immediately thought of what the orcs could do - guarding this area to prevent the invasion of rock ball monsters.

He explained the mission to Amy, and the orcs didn't seem too opposed to it.

After that, all we have to do is ask Callister to build a magic cabin.

Look at the tree spirit.

Noticing Rhodes's gaze, Vivian gently turned her face away.

Still angry.

Rhodes didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He gently took her hand, and when she didn't break free, they walked into the depths of the forest together.

He knew why the tree spirit was angry, it was because he didn't ask for her help about what happened yesterday.

The two of them were silent all the way.

The only sounds were the chirping of birds, the buzzing of insects, and the crackling of dead branches.

Rhodes stopped and gently stroked the oak tree in front of him, hesitating and not knowing what to say.

Perhaps it was because Vivian didn't like to talk, but when they were alone, he always couldn't utter a few words.

So he gave up and simply hugged the tree spirit's weak body.

Rhodes lowered his head to smell the fragrance of the trees and felt the softness and restlessness in his chest.

After a long time, the tree spirit separated on its own initiative, stood on tiptoe and touched his lips.

"Next time, I'll ask Vivian for help, definitely."

"Okay, definitely."

".Rod, are you feeling unwell?"

Rhodes was stunned, confused.

"No, why do you ask?"

Vivian gently raised her finger with blue nails and touched his lips.

"Here, fever."

"Maybe a little, so help me?"

(End of this chapter)