Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 481 Rope skills are your strength

Nordic, atrium world.

Galadriel looked at the vast snowfield in front of her, and couldn't help but cast a strange look at a certain guide in front of her:

"Do you know the road?"

"Zhongyuan, I'm very familiar with it!"

"But you've been taking us around for two days..."

Feeling the resentment from Galadriel, Lorne couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Due to sleeping for hundreds of years, the magic coordinates had already expired with the passage of time, resulting in serious deviations in the transmission, and he had to reconfirm the way back to Heather Island.

At first, Lorne was full of confidence, saying that he could lead them in the right direction even with his eyes closed.

But soon, he discovered that with the end of the divine war between Asa and Warner, the human community ushered in a period of peaceful development. As a result, the entire Atrium world had undergone earth-shaking changes. Many things he was familiar with no longer existed. He wanted to It is difficult to find any previous road signs.

So, Lorne wandered around with Rose and Galadriel for two full days. There was still a vast snowfield in front of him. He didn't even encounter a few villages on the way, which clearly showed the desolation here and the prosperous stone scenery he mentioned. The South Island is a far cry.

Rose walked forward with a smile and said to respect her new boss:

"Maybe it snowed so much that the previous roads were blocked. How about we find someone to ask?"

"Great idea!"

Lorne immediately nodded in agreement and cast an approving look at Rose.

Now, he probably understands why ancient emperors still liked to reuse treacherous ministers and flattery ministers even though they knew they had serious moral flaws.

Without it, it's just convenient and comfortable.

Seeing that the two people in the team voted in favor, Galadriel did not dwell too much on this issue. She nodded and followed the two men and began to search for traces of villages and pedestrians nearby.

But because the place seemed too remote, the three of them walked around at dusk and saw no sign of the village.

As night fell, white mist poured in from all around. Looking at the icy snow and gloomy woods, Galadriel couldn't help but feel depressed.

It looks like we have to spend the night in the snow again tonight.

As a pampered elf princess, she suffered all the hardships she had never experienced before when she went out for the first time.

Just when Galadriel wanted to complain, Rose's voice came from the front:

"There seems to be fire ahead!"

Rose jumped down from the treetop and raised her finger to indicate the location:

"Southeast, about 2 kilometers."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

When Galadriel heard the good news, she immediately cheered up and couldn't wait to take Rose's arm and run forward, completely forgetting about the person she wanted to protect.

When Lorne saw this, his face darkened.

After getting along with each other for the past few days, he gradually gained a clearer understanding of the personalities of the two elf subordinates.

Rose can be said to be the embodiment of the hopeless evil of the dark elves. She is treacherous, cruel, capricious, and malicious to almost everyone. She always covets the lives and magic of outsiders, hoping to turn them into rations and strengthen herself. ; But she also knows how to observe words and emotions, knows what can and cannot be done, is good at hiding the malice in her heart, and shows her harmless side.

Along the way, Rose's performance was almost impeccable. If Lorne hadn't known the nature of this spider goddess, he might have regarded this woman as a dark elf with a bright heart.

In comparison, Galadriel seems quite immature.

Although she has early wisdom and keenness, her sense of superiority as an immortal makes her occasionally exposed to the shortcomings of pride and willfulness, which in turn leads to her misjudgment and suffers a lot for it.

The change from three hundred years of hard labor to a life sentence is one step;

Wary of Lorne and gullible to Rose again.

As everyone knows, Lorne is interested in Galadriel's value and labor force, but what Rose wants is to make this elf princess fall evil, and then control the entire light elves.

Forget it, the growth and maturity of intelligent life always requires a process.

Compared with the two gods Lao Deng in the team, she is just a minor and cannot be too demanding.

Lorne shook his head and had no choice but to follow.

After a few breaths, the three of them followed the firelight and came to an open space.

Bright yellow flames danced on the dead firewood, and the aroma of mushrooms and dried meat simmering came from the iron pot on the shelf. A man was wearing a gray-white hooded animal fur, with two long sheathed swords on his back. The tall figure was squatting on the snow and pitching a tent.

"who?"

As the three of them approached, the figure in front of the tent seemed to hear the crunch of boots on the snow. He stood up suddenly and looked behind him. He raised his right hand and placed it on the hilt of the silver sword in a warning posture.

Can you feel it from about 100 meters away? Hearing is good and alertness is acceptable.

So, not an ordinary person?

Lorne raised his head thoughtfully and examined the figure in front of the fire.

She was a tall young girl with beautiful emerald eyes, a complexion as white as snow, three-dimensional and handsome facial features, and long silver hair neatly tied back on her head.

The sharp sword she pulled out from behind seemed to be made of mithril. It looked exquisite and sharp. The hilt was also inlaid with gems that conduct magic power.

Not far away, a white horse with no trace of color was tied to a tree, lying quietly in the snow.

Various traces indicate that this girl is quite wealthy and is probably from a noble family.

Moreover, the girl seemed to give him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

At this moment, the girl in front of the fire was also examining the three unexpected visitors in the forest.

Light elves, dark elves, and humans?

This complicated team composition surprised her.

However, the two elves who were said to have the same power as water and fire were actually able to follow the male human in harmony. This made the girl vaguely think of some possibility, and her face instantly turned cold.

"Sorry, we have just arrived in Middle-earth and are not familiar with it. I would like to ask how to get to Heather Island?"

With a clear question, Galadriel stepped forward and humbly asked the girl for advice.

"You are going to Heather Island?" The girl was a little surprised, and then a smile appeared on her tense face. "It just so happens that I have something to go to there. If you don't mind, we can be together."

"That's great!" Galadriel was overjoyed when she heard this and nodded in agreement.

Rose narrowed her eyes and said politely: "Isn't it too troublesome? Why don't you just tell us the location?"

The girl shook her head and smiled: "No trouble, it's just a way. There are few villages nearby. You must have been traveling all day. Why don't you sit down, rest, have something to eat, and let's set off together tomorrow morning."

Seeing what Rose wanted to say, Lorne patted her on the shoulder and readily accepted the girl's invitation:

"It would be nice to have someone to take care of me. Thank you very much."

Immediately, a group of three people sat down around the fire, and the girl poured out hot broth and gave them a few pieces of frozen dry food to share.

Although the food is rough, it is still a novel experience for the pampered Galadriel and the **** Rose.

They followed the example of the girls, soaking the coarse bread until soft, and eating it with the hot soup.

Their stomachs, which had not eaten for a long time, suddenly felt a surge of warmth, making their faces appear slightly comfortable.

Seeing that the two elves seemed to be eating happily, the girl couldn't help but handed over a few pieces of black bread again, and at the same time couldn't help but look at Lorne who was standing aside.

Lorne interrupted the other party's gaze with a dry cough, and asked with a smile:

"By the way, I haven't asked you your name yet..."

"Zireael, my friends call me Zireael."

The girl answered casually, her eyes twinkling slightly. Galadriel was a little surprised when she heard the phrase that belonged to the Elvish pronunciation:

"swallow?"

"Well, my godmother is one-quarter elf, so she chose this name for me."

The silver-haired girl nodded in reply, her eyes a little wandering.

Half-elves themselves are hybrids of elves and other species (mainly humans). They are slightly taller and stronger than other elves, but they are aliens who are not blessed.

Due to the obvious differences between individuals, elves strongly reject half-elves and do not consider them to be elves or unclean beings. Although humans are more tolerant of them because of their beautiful appearance, they also reject their half-elf blood. .

Therefore, it was inevitably a bit embarrassing to reveal this matter to two purebred elves.

However, Galadriel showed no disdain at all. Instead, she asked enthusiastically:

"There is actually an elven bloodline living in Middle-earth? I have never seen it before! What is her name? If we have a chance, we can get to know each other."

"Yennefer..."

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Facing Galadriel's curious gaze, the girl subconsciously answered.

"puff!"

Lorne on the side couldn't help but spit out the broth in his mouth when he heard the name.

Suddenly, the three people's eyes turned over.

"Ahem, sorry, I drank too fast and accidentally choked. Please continue."

Lorne coughed dryly in response, raising his hand to pat his chest to straighten his breathing.

The three of them did not doubt that he was there and continued to chat.

It seems that because of the blood of elves as a link, the atmosphere on the court gradually became warmer. The silver-haired girl nicknamed "Swallow" also told Galadriel about her encounter with her godmother. experience.

When she was a child, she was relatively naughty. One day she got separated from her servants and accidentally strayed into Brochlon Forest.

It is the reserve of tree spirits, which provides protection for fantasy creatures such as tree spirits, half-elves, unicorns, etc. Human beings are prohibited from entering.

Generally speaking, humans caught by dryads will be forced to take the legendary water of Brochlon and be transformed into dryads as punishment.

But luckily, she met Yennefer, a sorceress of elven descent who lived in seclusion in Brokilon Forest.

Yennefer felt sorry for her and took her out of Brokilon Forest and returned her to her parents.

Feeling the kindness of this lady, her parents asked Yennefer to become her godmother and protect her growth.

Thus, the two became attached.

Probably because of this relationship, she has a very fond impression of elves.

At this moment, after listening to the girl's self-introduction, Lorne finally confirmed the identity of the girl in front of him and where the familiarity came from.

Cilia Fiona Ellen Lianlen, nicknamed Ciri, is a royal family member of the northern kingdom of Cintra and the granddaughter of [Cintra Lioness] Calanthe. Because of his resolute character and the powerful "ancient blood" inherited in his body, he showed outstanding fighting talent at a young age and was also called the "Cintra Cub".

The reason why Lorne knew this was because the girl Ciri in front of him, like Galadriel, was also a character born from a story in his mind.

We haven’t figured out what impact the intervention of “The Lord of the Rings” will have on the Nordic world, but “The Witcher” is coming again…

Lorne rubbed his sore temples, feeling depressed.

The strength of this human girl is not a concern. What worries him is the future direction of her destiny.

As the stories in his mind merged into the "Big Movement" of the Nordic world, the originally clearly visible trajectory of his fate became messy.

Not to mention the one-eyed Odin, even if the three Norn goddesses die in person, they may not be able to predict the fate of the entire Nordic world.

On the other hand, although these lives were originally just illusory stories in his mind, in the process of being transformed into reality by the power of destiny, they also made adjustments to adapt to the rules of the world and were given real meaning.

For example, Ciri in the story will be adopted by a demon hunter, but now she is rescued from the dryad forest by a sorceress of elven descent, which naturally connects to the current background of the Nordic world.

The same was true for Holo, Hela, Rose, and Galadriel before.

If this continues, more and more of Lorne's memories will be assimilated into this world.

In the end, maybe he will become one of the "stories", compose a plot called "Twilight of the Gods", and be annihilated in the flames of the doomsday.

It seems that the source of these changes needs to be found as soon as possible.

While Lorne was thinking seriously, the three women ended their exchange happily, and this unexpected dinner party came to an end.

"Sorry, I only have one tent. Although it is quite spacious, it is not suitable for the opposite **** to enter." Xili said apologetically.

Lorne smiled casually and showed great magnanimity: "It doesn't matter, you go in and rest, I can sleep outside."

Xili nodded happily, then took the hands of the two elves and got into the tent.

As the night grew darker, the campground became quiet.

Listening to the three gradually steady breathing sounds, Xili slowly opened her eyes, quietly got up and walked out of the tent, and tiptoed to the fire.

At this time, the handsome young man who had attended the dinner was sleeping soundly on one side.

Xili turned around and made a "shh" gesture to her beloved horse, then gently pulled out another stainless steel sword behind her and placed it on the man's neck.

As if feeling the chill on his neck, the man woke up from his sleep and looked at the steel sword across his neck in surprise and confusion:

"Givière, what are you doing?"

"Shut up!"

The steel sword in Xili's hand moved up a little, and she spoke with a cold snort,

"If you want to survive, tell me honestly how to unlock the slave marks on those two elves."

Lorne was slightly startled, and it took him a while to react:

"Do you think I'm a slave trader?"

"What if?"

Xili asked disdainfully, with a sneer on her face.

"This is the Atrium, not the country of elves. How can ordinary people take two pure-blood elves out? Moreover, there are two varieties, one black and one white. You have quite a wide range of hobbies."

"Can't they follow me voluntarily?"

"You think I'm a child? Come on! The light elves and the dark elves are mortal enemies of each other. They basically stab each other when they meet. How can they have such fun? Moreover, they even eat black bread so much, they must be beaten often. Hungry! It's unlucky for you to meet me. If you untie the slave mark honestly, I can spare your life, otherwise..."

The girl raised the steel sword in her hand with a righteous look on her face.

Faced with this situation, Lorne couldn't laugh or cry, so he said helplessly:

"Forget it, how to explain it, you should ask later."

later?

Xili was stunned for a moment, and then the back of her neck sank. A strong feeling of dizziness suddenly took over her brain, and she fell straight into someone's arms.

Under the moonlight, the air moved like water waves.

The spider goddess Rose appeared gracefully, playing with the purple-black dagger in her hand, and looking at the fallen Ciri with a smile:

"Sir, do you want me to help you take off her clothes?"

"There's no need to strip naked. It's cold today."

Lorne's answer was quite sympathetic, but his subsequent addition revealed his true nature.

"It's better to hang up. Rope skills are your strength."

(End of chapter)