Stray

"If there is such a human being, I can probably understand the meaning of the envoy." The biggest blue bird said in a serious tone, "Human, if you can understand it, it will be easy. Let's go, the Lord wants to see the four of you." He didn't answer Nemo's question.

"We need to negotiate," Nemo responded, slightly embarrassed. This kind of conversation experience is very strange, he is very sure that he is speaking the common language, but those blue birds have undoubtedly understood his words.

"What to discuss?" Oliver let go of his grip on Nemo's wrist, sounding a little dazed.

"Their angels want to see us." Nemo dutifully translated.

"Eighty percent is Jesse Dillon." Oliver held his forehead, "...this is troublesome."

Nemo also has a headache, they are not going to start a war. According to the current situation, the most sensible approach is to scout around the tribe, or even find an opportunity to sneak in, and run away immediately if something goes wrong—the last thing that should not include being watched and watched by all the members of the Blue Bird Tribe. He carefully glanced at the menacing blue birds with the corner of his eyes, and they didn't seem to be planning to accept any message related to the word "no".

"That's not bad." Ann said suddenly, not sure if Jade Bird could understand Common Tongue, she said it very vaguely. "At least we can definitely get what we want, unless the man is going to kill us directly to help those birds sacrifice to the sky."

"Mr. Bird, can you tell me why the envoy wants to see us?" Nemo quickly asked dryly.

"You are honored guests." The biggest blue bird said bluntly, "Please rest assured that we will not hurt you. Unlike despicable humans, we will not sully the word 'fight'. But I I hope you know that you have no right to refuse - if you can, we don't want to force it."

"Let's go with them first, since they've got their eyes on us." Oliver sighed, "It's too early for a conflict. In case the situation is really bad... If the German sect escapes, there will always be a way.”

"That's right, Oliver. You have begun to understand the spirit of the black chapter." Ann finally got better, and she tapped Oliver's shoulder with her fist.

Half of Nemo was dazed by the strange language of the blue bird, and the other half was uneasy because of the unknown. But this was the end, and he had to squeeze out the part of courage from it. Adrian didn't raise any objections, and he didn't seem to be drifting. His calm confidence seemed unbreakable.

"I think so." After leaving the town that hated aliens, Grey Parrot regained some momentum. "Jesse is quite tasteful, he..."

"He still calls himself an atheist." An snorted, "He looks pretty, but he's definitely a poisonous mushroom."

Nemo turned to look at the blue bird. Whether it was Baglmore's opening or Ann's speech about "atheists", the blue birds did not respond. They may not really understand Common Tongue.

"Is the discussion over?" Jade Bird asked coldly when they saw that they were no longer speaking.

"We'll follow you." Nemo glanced at the bushes where Fritz was hiding and raised his voice slightly. "But what we brought with us..."

"No need for these." Blue Bird replied immediately, "We only need four of you humans and one parrot."

The Fuller Goat was leisurely munching on the grass, uninterested in what was going on in front of him. The bushes trembled slightly.

"Okay, thank you for the invitation," Oliver exclaimed knowingly. "We agree to see the Messenger. We can give up these treasures—please rest assured, we wish peace from the bottom of our hearts."

"What is he yelling?" Blue Bird turned to Nemo.

"He agreed and expressed his excitement." Nemo responded deeply.

The bluebirds did not talk nonsense, they let out a loud chirping, their huge claws held their waists firmly and plunged their heads into the sky. Compared to Merotti's clumsiness, their movements were discreet and graceful, and their sharp claws didn't even hook a single thread out of the fabric.

They soared in the sky, and the wind blew Nemo's eyes. The grey parrot's claws were clawing at his robe, and the whole bird lay flat on his shoulders. The bluebirds definitely did it on purpose - they tumbled every now and then, hovering over the green jungle. Soon Nemo lost his sense of direction. To be precise, he was about to lose consciousness.

Although they didn't confess their thoughts to Fritz, Fritz seemed like a smart guy. Hopefully the young hunter will see what Oliver means, instead of rushing back and throwing the draenei into chaos. Nemo dazedly prayed.

Fortunately, they didn't dangle in the icy high altitude for too long, and with a rapid dive, they returned to the ground. During the descent, they seemed to pass through some illusion formation. For a split second, a warm water-like touch brushed across Nemo's face, and then the scene in front of him was completely different—it was no longer repeated to a boring corner of the forest. A strange towering giant tree grows in the middle of the clearing. Its leaves are not dense, and there are countless giant fruits hanging from its branches, a nest full of vines. There are many gates left on the trunk for passage. The bluebirds were resting on the sturdy branches, and many of them poked their heads out of their nests and looked at them curiously.

There is a huge tree hole where the giant tree meets the ground, and the edge of the tree hole is embedded with strange metal decorations. The rounded ore shimmered in the silvery metal. Rattan and thick moss covered the trunk, and white flowers hung from the edge of the rattan, which looked like stars from a distance.

The bluebirds release their claws. Only Adrian got down on one knee and landed decently, but this time even Ann fell to the ground.

"Oops, everyone, I haven't seen you for almost a week." The expected frivolous voice sounded. Nemo staggered to his feet and looked up—Jesse Dylan had loose blonde hair and a very intricate choker around his neck. He got out of the tree hole and stretched. Compared with humans, he is more like the rumored elf in the forest at this moment.

He threw red berries into his mouth, and his voice was a little muffled: "How is your mission going? Please feel free, they don't understand Common."

He snapped his fingers. The fingertips drew dark golden traces in the air, and a group of strange words inside circles solidified in the air. The blue birds bowed their heads respectfully, and the big man stretched out his forelimbs and returned a string of similar text. Nemo couldn't understand the meaning of the words, which made him inexplicably relieved. But he always felt that the words were a little familiar... They were a bit like the handwriting in that fairy tale.

"We don't bother you with our tasks. Besides, I'm very curious about your intentions." Oliver stood up and responded neither humble nor arrogant.

"It's very simple, the blue bird here is thinking about the official war with Vincent Town." Jesse muttered casually, "Isn't your mission in Vincent Town? We are also destined , just a kind reminder."

"I don't think our relationship is that good, and the way you reminded me was too rough."

"Where. I'm telling the little birds that you guys are destined to end this **** situation - you'll never be treated badly. I could even take you straight to Paso Toto."

Oliver took a step back and frowned, "We never told you that."

"And you said you were an atheist." Nemo added, "And now you're a tribal-identified oracle."

"God, you two are so cute. Such a snake will be eaten to the bone." Jessie smacked her lips, her tone full of perfunctory. "There are two words in this world, one is called 'intelligence' and the other is called 'lie', have you heard of it? I have my way. Alas, your vigilance hurts my heart, I just want to take care of the younger generation— "

"No, you need our help." Oliver made a quick judgment.

"...you're straight, but yes. I think you guys are more reliable than grabbing two idiots out of Vincent Town."

"What do you want us to do?"

"Wouldn't it be better to go and see the Pasoto map first?" Jesse whispered.

"We may not agree to your request, we will not owe favors first." Oliver responded politely.

Jessie snorted, tapping her chin with her fingers.

"I just made an agreement with a lady two days ago, and she confessed everything to me." His smile was very bright, "After this is done, I can get a magic weapon in the Holy Land. The corpse. You see, I'm a pacifist, and I prefer a fair deal than a direct hand or stealing. Unfortunately, I can't do this alone - I have to be a messenger of God, a holy prophet. I can't Do the dirty work yourself."

“…please speak up.”

"My lovely trade partner...she foresees endless death and corpse stench. The Grace bluebirds here are going to be extinct in the next few weeks and she doesn't want to see that. To be honest , such 'righteous' work is indeed more suitable for you - try to stop this war, darlings."

"You're already an envoy, you can just tell them to stop." Nemo touched the goose bumps on his arm and suggested without any emotion.

"The power of the angels is not that great. Take a step back, who will stop the Vincent Town side?"

"You want us to stop a small war?" Ann frowned and folded her arms. "It's interesting, you're not the type that seeks distance. It's just a corpse. I personally think it's easier to rob a tomb or just kill one, sea scorpion." Her last word was gritted teeth. extruded.

"Because it's fun!" Jessie spread her hands, "People don't live to have fun - I haven't seen such an interesting thing in years, and I won't forgive myself if I miss it. "

"Sorry, Mr. Dylan. I don't think war is interesting, and I don't think my companions and I have the ability to prevent a war." Oliver hesitated for a moment, and then spoke with a very serious tone. "…While I personally want to help, I can't make promises on behalf of everyone that can't be done."

"No, you have that ability. I will help you make up your mind." Jesse Dylan showed a meaningful smile, not malicious, but a little creepy. "Oh, don't have that expression, it has something to do with your mission - Pasototu is the only son of the tribal leader, the leader is going crazy, he wants to tear up Merlotty Delaney alive. You guys. Are you going? Just give up on those poor young men? . . . I say it's not the war that's interesting, it's them."

"You must have heard a few similar, beautiful human fairy tales - handsome princes turned into horrible monsters, lovely girls use true love to break evil spells. They even read to Listen, boy! Now the human fairy tale has become the blue bird's fairy tale. The hapless Miss Delaney, it's just a simple role reversal, and it's all a nasty curse. Isn't that funny?"

Nimo suddenly felt a little cold. Even if the sun is just right, every corner of the forest is full of life. A chill rose from the soles of his feet, and snakes climbed up his back. "You mean..."

"There are no humans in Vincent Town, and there never have been. Of course, except for outsiders... Merlotti Delaney is not alienated, she is just changing back to her original form."

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