A strange world

Chapter 474 Section 131. Druid Avenger

This druid's race is not that of a crow, and it still maintains the form of a crow only because Ilimoyas restrained its magic power.

After the dragon curse was lifted, the druid's form changed from a raven to a female halfling: a freckled face beneath chestnut-colored fluffy curls.

Many races have characteristics that are immediately recognizable by their names, and Halflings are the ones. Their height is only half that of normal humans, similar to dwarves, but they do not have the "100 centimeters tall and 100 kilograms" physique of dwarves. They are like a group of adults with the size of young children...so much so that this group has the special characteristics of human beings. Hobby and suffered a rather tragic fate.

Ingrid arrived and became relaxed. Women and aliens... there was nothing to worry about. This crow would soon be stripped of every feather by the city lord.

"What are you looking at!"

Annan's gaze made the female halfling's face filled with anger, and she pulled up the remaining fabric to cover her body.

It's hard to imagine that such a small body contains such a big temper.

Annan suddenly took off his mage robe and covered the angry female halfling.

"You...I don't need charity from damned people!"

Annan's charm can turn indifference into friendliness, hostility into indifference, and that's enough.

Ignoring her no longer fierce attitude, Annan asked Ingrid: "How much was the loss?"

"There are only five skeletons." If the earth element was still there, they would be begging the halfling not to die now.

Annan looked at the female halfling again: "As a druid, you are killing poor farmers..."

"Idiots! Villains! Fanatics! You are the real culprits who spread death!" The female halfling who had just calmed down a little felt her chest rise and fall again because of Annan's words.

Annan's attitude gradually softened, and he asked Elimoyas and others to leave first.

The female halfling took the opportunity to stand up, the mage's robe spread at her feet like a king's rug.

"I am Annan, the King of the North, the Rat Hunting Champion, the Champion Warlock, and the Lord of the Floating City." Annan still looked down at her: "The ones you killed are the ratmen I killed before. I will bring them back The bones have been purified of the breath of death and allowed to be cultivated to atone for their sins.”

"A villain's excuse..." The female halfling still resisted.

Prejudice is as old as civilization.

"follow me."

Annan turned back without warning. The female halfling hesitated and followed behind.

"what's your name?"

The female halfling did not answer, and Annan continued: "I know a tree druid in the north. He and his friends came to Middle-earth because of the rat people. Do you know them?"

"Those are a bunch of cowardly guys..."

"Why do you say that?"

"They actually want to live in peace with you..."

"you are not?"

"We are the Avengers!"

Do we...have any other Druid Avengers?

When the sea of ​​clouds in the sky disperses and the warm spring sun shines on the sparkling sea, the whole city seems to be covered with a hazy halo.

Annan thought that female halflings would praise these houses with elven features, but it turned out not to be the case.

"Look...this is the sin you humans have committed...I'm going to vomit." The female halfling hated it all.

"What are you talking about? This used to be a gravel beach."

Since the "Druid Avenger" doesn't like Free City, Annan goes right outside the city and heads to the Forest Mountains.

The old camps that have not yet been demolished and the scattered wood along the way made the female halfling's hatred even stronger, and her hateful eyes fell on the back figure in front of her...

He suddenly stopped, and a voice came from the back that blocked all his sight: "Did you see it? This is the sapling planted by me and my people."

In front of the vast forest land, a neatly arranged saplings were planted at the foot of the forest mountains.

The female halfling subconsciously wanted to refute, but these green saplings confirmed what this human said.

"How do you 'Druid Avengers' judge whether you are destroying nature?"

"...Those who harm the forest." Her tone was complicated.

"Then how do you punish those who harm the forest?"

"Let them be nourishment!"

So the Druid Avenger is an extreme faction of druids?

"Does the lumberjack who cut down a tree deserve to die?" Annan continued to move forward, and the female halfling had no choice but to keep walking quickly to keep up with him.

"Damn it."

“What about the lumberjack who planted a tree?”

"Shouldn't...why are you still a lumberjack?"

“What about the lumberjack who cuts down one tree and then plants another?”

The female halfling's tone was hesitant: "...should."

“What about the lumberjack who cut down one tree and planted a hundred trees?”

This time she was silent for a long time: "...should."

It's just her hesitation that shows her messy heart.

Annan continued to lead her along the sloping hills to the woods of the Forest Mountains: "Remember the group of druids I said? They started to be just like you."

The female halfling's attention was drawn away by Annan's words.

"They accuse us of cutting down forests but praise us for planting them. Because they are not you, they accept our actions."

"Then I told them a story... An old man who planted a forest was killed by a druid in front of his cabin because he built a cabin. The old man's blood seeped into the mud, and the whole The whole forest is grieving for him..."

"not us--"

"What spellcaster would have trouble with an old man living in the forest?"

"For every tree we cut down, two trees are planted, and the forest is expanding because of us... Why do you say we destroy the forest?"

"Because you-"

The female halfling's argument was suddenly dispersed by a silhouette jumping out of the forest. A group of palm-sized tree elves surrounded Annan and cheered.

"Why... tree elves like humans?" The female halfling had never seen such a scene.

"Because of my natural scent."

"Natural breath...?"

Annan approached the female halfling and said, "...stay away from me!" She took the same steps and stepped back, but only Annan got close to her.

"Feel it?"

Annan at this moment is full of natural flavor - so what does nature taste like?

More than one person said that approaching Annan felt like sitting under the shade of a forest tree, but Annan did not feel a special aura from them after handing the leaves of the world tree to others.

Perhaps like immunity to dragon power, the warlock talent allows Annan to be immune to these effects.

"You are a human...why do you have a natural aura?"

"This is the honor given by the elves." Annan asked the female halfling to see clearly the leaves of the world tree. "As a medal for me to fight against the Skaven and plant trees."

Elves and druids have similar ideas. Many elves are druids, but not many elves have become Avengers, because elves hate war and killing, regardless of whether it is just or not.

"You...are really not a bad person?"