Twenty Sided Dice

The procession continued south until the edge of the elf forest turned west. Everyone in the New World knows that the Elf Forest does not welcome visitors of other races. All people who want to enter this area must gather at a specific Elven Sentinel. After inspection, the Ranger Sentinel will lead them through. Siegel's elf master Leia belongs to this unit, and is the defender and patrolman of the elf forest.

Despite such a system, it is almost impossible for the elves to let an orc-dominated party pass through the forest. They are as stubborn as the dwarves in some things. Siegel naturally wouldn't go for this trouble. Under his command, they kept the forest on the left side of the forward direction and accelerated their speed.

"We're being watched in the forest," Janet whispered to Siegel. "But I can't see where they are."

"It's okay, that's the elf shooter hidden behind the branches and leaves. They're on guard, and they're not malicious." Siegel comforted her. However, he again ordered to speed up, and must not approach the forest, even picking up dead branches for firewood was forbidden.

"I feel very nervous, Siegel." Janet frowned. "This forest feels very different to me than the elven forest of Moon Bay in the Old World. The trees here are stronger, but less graceful. More like Strong fighters not poets. What do you think caused it?"

"Kitten, after all, the war between the orcs has just ended in the north. Even now there are still some scattered orc robbers making trouble in the countryside. The elves and the orcs have a feud, and it is conceivable to put the entire forest on alert." Siegel said: "I believe that this forest has been shrouded in such an atmosphere these days, and what you should feel is the remaining tense atmosphere."

"But don't you feel very strong hostility?"

Siegel hesitated. Still nodding: "Yes, that forest is full of hostility. But it's much better than the resentment spirit gave me. Just be patient, it should be better after going around to the west of the forest."

Janet nodded and got back into the carriage. After a while, she felt a little cold. I want a blanket. Siegel cast a human sleep spell on her, wanting to give her a good rest. But the spell was resisted by Janet, and it was difficult for the magic to cause her body to react, as if she couldn't find a suitable target. Siegel frowned. He had never heard of such a strange spell resistance from human demons. He continued to chant, relying on precise spell control and surging energy surges. Forcibly overwhelmed the spell resistance, and finally let Janet fall asleep.

The mage turned his head to look at the elf forest, looking at the plants that had woken up from the cold winter, exuding vitality under the warm sunshine in the early spring. 92Ks.Com Although the river water melted by ice is still cold, it can moisten the soil. give birth to life. Siegel didn't feel the strong hostility from the forest at all, and only had a sense of conservative vigilance. He believed that if he left the team of the orcs and went to this forest by himself, he might have received a hospitable reception. Why is Janet so nervous? Siegel's use of vision, his use of detection magic, and all of his ability to sense magical atmospheres, didn't get an answer.

Siegel waved his wand and formed a hallucination emblem on the top of the team, indicating his identity as a member of the Mages Association. He then produced his own squid badge, the Knights of Waterdeep and the Royal Knights of the Starry Kingdom. Not long after that, a white dove flew out of the forest. Circled three times over the head of the team, and then flew away with flapping wings. Siegel felt that the team's surveillance was much lessened, and the road became easier to walk.

They moved on, leaving the realm of Waterdeep, sticking to the elf's frontier, spending their days on the road. They had a lot of trouble on the way. But they were overcome one by one under the concerted work of everyone. The item repair spell cast by Siegel keeps all wagons in good working order and won't be damaged in the wild. This also ensures that the speed at which the team travels is not affected. Orc gladiators would take the opportunity to hunt around—no one dared to enter the elven forest, of course—and to keep everyone fresh to eat. Since it is close to the elf forest, there are no dangerous monsters and robbers. So Siegel's team went well.

After ten days of travel, they turned south and embarked on the "ore road" that runs along the Walled Mountains. Siegel had traveled this road on his way to Dragon Lion Cliff—just another branch further west. This sandy road has been in disrepair for a long time, and many places have been eroded by rain, leaving large and small potholes. But as long as the convoy avoids these places and is careful when crossing the river, the speed on this road is still much faster than in the wilderness.

They went all the way to the south, and the snow peak on the top of Mora had appeared in the line of sight on the right side of the team. It was the first time the Orcs had seen such a majestic mountain. Compared with it, the originally vast land seemed narrow. Some orcs lay on the ground and bowed in the direction of the mountain before they dared to continue on the road.

Under the guidance of Feizak, the story of the top of Mora began to spread in the team, and there will always be Siegel among them - the conqueror of the top of Mora, who defeated the towering tower with the power of flesh. snow mountain. Orcs worship the brave, and strength and health are more subservient to them than clever minds. After listening to these stories, at least they are more obedient.

On the way, they met a patrol of dwarves, and although there were only four of them, it felt like they walked out of the mobile fortress. Several gladiators looked at the thick full-body armor on the dwarf with envy, then looked down at the long sword and dagger in their hands, and shook their heads helplessly.

Siegel, still using magical visions to identify himself, greeted him. After verifying the identity of the warrior on the top of Sigurddon, the dwarf became very enthusiastic and took out the food in the tower to share with him.

"You follow this road all the way to the south, and it should be safe." After hearing about their destination, a dwarf said: "There were some troll robbers a while ago, but they have been eliminated. We The dwarf's mighty guards have cleared the entire road where the enemy can hide, and they have also destroyed a wyvern's lair! The caravans have not encountered danger recently, and you are in good time."

"Good news and a good mood every time I come to Mora's Top." Siegel and the dwarf embraced, sharing food and wine. "Do you know Erint of the Diamond family. How is he?"

"Poor dwarf, he's not doing well recently." The red-nosed dwarf laughed: "Don't worry, I'm just joking. Didn't he lose a leg while taking an adventure a while ago and made a fake gem The leg, we were envious at first. Later, the leg was stolen by someone who did not know. It made him furious. In order to catch the abominable thief with his own hands, Erinte found the priest and broke it off under the protection of the patron saint. Limbs reborn."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Siegel said with a smile.

"Yeah, we think so too. Spells to regenerate severed limbs are not common, and only devout believers can obtain God's blessing. After Erinte returned to normal, she found the prosthetic leg in her bedroom. It is estimated that it was He was drunk and threw it in the corner - you can't blame anyone else, can you? After that, the poor dwarf continued to have bad luck and was injured continuously in the battle to eliminate the trolls, and every day the newly grown knee would be destroyed by The arrow hits, and the wound heals and bursts open again. It's like being cursed."

Another dwarf came over, his beard shaking with a smile: "I heard that he once sighed while holding his gemstone prosthetic leg, hesitating whether to replace it with this arrow and it couldn't shoot."

"Imagine his expression." Siegel couldn't help laughing. On the same day, he wrote a letter to Erinte, greeting him with "most sincere wishes" and telling him about his recent situation. Perhaps the intelligence network on Mora's Top has already given the information to the dwarves, but a personal letter is still very necessary.

The dwarf patrol took the letter away, while Siegel led his party onwards. Until the snowy mountain on the top of Mora slowly fell to the position behind him. At this time, the "ghost fog" of the Backwater Swamp began to appear in the east. Every day there is a gray light in the east, and the sun is often invisible. Sometimes mist will cover their feet. Cover the road. Siegel arranged for a few orcs to look for the way, in case the team went astray.

Seemingly aware that this team would not be so easily fooled, Ghost Mist Swamp withdrew its tentacles and showed a well-maintained avenue in front of them. On the side of the road, every two miles, there is a signpost with the distance to Mora's Peak and a few blessings written in Dwarven language. There will also be some flat boulders carefully arranged by craftsmen by the roadside. The stones fit tightly together, and weeds could not get out of the middle. There is also a simple ditch next to the big stone. When it rains, the water on the platform will be drawn away and flow into the valley not far away. This is a place for caravans to stop and rest. Each platform is enough to park ten large cars~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Gradually, they are far away from the core area controlled by the dwarves, the roads are still wide, but it is obviously impossible for the dwarves to maintain the same level of maintenance everywhere. Thorns and weeds began to appear, and some sections were flooded by rivers formed by melting snow on the mountains. However, this is a temporary phenomenon. When all the ice on the river melts, the mountains and rivers will still gather into those river channels and flow under the bridge, providing sufficient vitality and vitality for the vast land east of the City Wall Mountains.

From here there are wild beasts, first some cunning foxes, then hordes of wild dogs following the line, trying to rummage through the **** for food. A bear waking up from hibernation appeared clumsily in front of the group, roaring loudly. Manna shot arrows with a bow and killed the bear along with several orcs. The bearskin was handed over to Siegel - the power of the lord, the so-called prey tax. The mage casts magic, and uses half of it to make a warm cloak, which he bestows on Mana. After the other half was simply treated with magic, he ordered the goblin to make a big drum. He took out his purse and gave five silver coins to each of the half-orcs who helped out, as a reward for buying prey and making drums. Although they were temporarily unable to spend the money, it greatly boosted the morale of the Orcs. There is no such good thing as a slave, so the orcs who can shoot arrows scout the surroundings in good spirits every day, hoping for more stupid animals.

In such an atmosphere, after a month and a half of travel, they finally arrived at Hemhill. (To be continued)