Mage Joan

During the first two days of the journey, Joan rode north along the banks of the Dring River. He has traveled more than once during this journey, most recently accompanied the Conti family to the Algonquin Valley. This section of the road often has business trips, and the road conditions are good. At night, there are villages available for lodging. Except for the occasional beasts, there is no risk. And on the morning of March 28, Joan rode to the diverging area of ​​the Delin River and the Eifen River. There will no longer be business travelers around him, waiting for him will be a lonely journey through the jungle and deep mountains.

From here, Joan turned his head to ride east, and the endless River Effen seemed to be a silent guide, leading him through the mountains and jungle, all the way to the east, until the River Effent into Peek Bay— That is the bay where Leiden is located.

Business travellers who travel from south to north usually dare not embark on this journey alone. Even if they form a team, they do not dare to say that it is absolutely safe. The goblin attack never returned, and added many horror legends to the primitive forests of the Efen River Basin, such as the spring water where the goblin dwells, such as the waterfall infested by the snake...

Joan is skeptical of these apparently exaggerated rumors. In fact, he walked this road last winter, when the snow on both sides of the Eifen River was flying, Jamie dragged his sled and ran on the snow for a whole week. Joan drove by sleigh during the day, and set up a tent in the snow-covered forest at night. He suffered hunger and cold, but he had never been attacked by a monster. He passed through the jungle and arrived at Leiden's port without any worries.

With the experience of the last trip, Joan was very optimistic on the first day of entering the big jungle, and even felt that the journey was too plain, but it didn't take long for his naive concept to be completely refreshed by the strange events encountered on the way.

Joan had good luck, the weather was good during the trip, and it was a fine day on March 29. In the afternoon, the sunlight fell through the dense foliage above the head, interweaving a fine light spot on the soft grass, as if the natural printed carpet spread under the horseshoe.

Joan rode a black horse and walked among the sparse woods on the left bank of the Eifen River. He accidentally saw an open space with a small pier in the middle of the open space. On the smooth cross section, the ring-shaped annual rings were clearly visible, as if they were sending out Silent invitation, lone travelers are welcome to sit and rest for a while.

Joan hurried all the way in the morning. At this moment, when people were tired and tired, looking for a place to rest and eat some dry food, the stump was like a "dining table" specially prepared for him.

Joan turned and dismounted, tied the reins to the tree, patted the horse's neck, and let it eat grass nearby. Walk to the glade on your own. At this moment, Joan suddenly stopped and stared at the stump on the open ground, with a trace of doubt in his eyes. I don't know if it's an illusion. Just now he saw the tree stump tremble a bit, just like some kind of living creature.

Joan rubbed his eyes and stayed ten yards away from the stump to observe carefully. The stump stood quietly in the forest clearing, the rough bark cracked, and the green branches sprouted, swaying in the wind, it looked like business as usual.

It's common for hallucinations to be caused by tired travel, but Joan didn't dispel doubts easily. Pacing slowly around the tree stump, the more I felt the more I felt wrong.

There is no logging site near this inaccessible jungle, and it is reasonable to say that no one will come here far and wide just to cut a very common technique. Why is the surface of the stump so smooth, like it was just rooted by a saw not long ago Saw off the remaining section? If it is said that the traveler saw the tree as firewood while camping here, why can't see the traces of the campfire in the open space?

Joan observed the pile for a long time, and the uneasiness in his heart could not be eliminated, so he decided to leave this strange place as soon as possible, so as not to cause trouble. He turned and walked to the place where the horse was tied. Just two steps later, he heard a murmur of movement behind him. He glanced back hurriedly, and there was silence in the woods. It seemed nothing unusual. However, Joan soon noticed that the position of the pile had changed slightly compared to before, and moved about a foot forward. If he had just observed it carefully, he wouldn't see the insignificant change.

Joan felt a chill inexplicably.

That stump is weird!

Dangerous hunches lingered in his mind, and at the same time, there seemed to be footsteps in the forest opposite, and there was a faint voice singing in the forest.

The singing was sloppy, and the lyrics attracted Joan's attention. It sounded like the wood language commonly used by goblins.

Just as Joan listened to the lyrics, a strange-looking humanoid walked out of the forest. The little man with pointed ears and green eyes is only two feet tall, wearing a green trousers, wearing a green bowler hat, holding a beard that is not suitable for his body shape, holding a wooden stick in his hand, just like a person The old squire who is walking in his own forest.

Joan hasn't dealt with the Goblin family since this time. First, he got acquainted with the little tree Mila under the guidance of Condy, and then met the younger brother of Nickel by the river. He also followed Kang during his stay in the village of Pohuatan. Daddy’s father systematically learned the knowledge of the Mu clan and the fairy clan. He also fought with an evil mythical soul-stealing spirit, and finally killed it, thus completing his first-level mythological trial. In just a few months, Joan's understanding of the elves has grown from scratch to shallow, and has accumulated a wealth of relevant knowledge. After carefully examining the weird man holding a wooden stick, he guessed that the other party was mostly a "little demon" , A goblin hiding in the depths of the jungle.

"Little dwarfs" do not have clear concepts of right and wrong like human beings, they act freely, and their likes and dislikes are all based on a temporary mood. It is difficult to tell whether they are good or bad fairies. Joan didn't want to deal with this crazy and mischievous creature, so he hid in the forest without making a sound, and planned to wait for the little dwarf to go away before he went on the road.

The little dwarf didn't seem to notice Joan, he hummed and walked towards the open space in the woods, and when he touched the stump, he was surprised and said, "Mum", murmured in Mu language: "It's good, just sit down Come down and rest!" said striding toward the stump.

Qiao An wanted to remind the little dwarf to be careful, but then thought about it, if the other party asked himself what he should be careful, how should he respond? Watch out for that stump? But he didn't have enough evidence to show that it was a dangerous trap. If it turned out to be purely an illusion, would the little dwarf suspect that he was teasing people? Most goblins like to play tricks to trick strangers for fun, but this does not mean they also like to be tricked. Rather than risk offending the little dwarf, Jo Anning can remain silent, and one more thing is worse than one less.

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