The night is like the sky, the atmosphere of the original forest is fascinating.

Human beings who are accustomed to living in groups will never like this kind of wilderness to walk alone, because they are too lonely, too cold, too dangerous, and too unaccustomed.

Astalia is different.

Any genie, especially the night genie, is used to living alone.

She is too.

That's it now.

The night-blade leopard is fast, her soft body undulating with running, and the graceful curves exude a wildness that are difficult for humans to possess, so that there are so many nobles, like and elves, or with some less luminous means, imprisoned and genie.

A female genie, or a male genie.

Because it's really exciting, it's really exciting, very...

Durable.

This pristine mountain forest gives Asthaliya a sense of returning to the Grey Valley, where she has lived for thousands of years, where she has all her memories.

Happy or unhappy.

She liked this feeling, the feeling of being hugged by nature, like lying in her mother's arms, so warm and loving.

The mountain forest did not blind her perception, but opened everything to her, so that she could hear the tidbits of the wind and the whispers of the plants, and trace the white orangutan.

Because she opened her heart to this mountain forest, so that the natural pan-consciousness recognized her.

The night-blade leopard is very fast.

In less than half an hour, the footsteps slowed, and she heard a low roar of repression, which was the bitter cry of the white orangutan.

Astalia turned over and slowly approached.

The night-blade leopard followed her, as docile and elegant as a big cat.

Soon, she saw the white orangutan.

It sat on the ground, leaning against a 100-meter-high thousand-year-old tree, with nothing good on its body and scars everywhere.

Its left leg was lame, its bones were broken, and perhaps it would never be better.

White orangutans are smart and know what that means.

Nature cares for all the natural spirits, but there is no peace between the monster and the warcraft.

It is the owner of this mountain, and the status is played out.

Now that it is injured, one leg is lame, its strength has dropped by at least half, how can it be crushed by those powerful Warcraft?

It could feel a spying in the dark, at least three five-order monsters waiting.

They did not attack immediately, because they were not sure how serious their injuries were, because they also perceived each other's presence and did not want to be the mantan captured by the yellow finches.

Warcraft, especially high-end Warcraft, is very smart, not a fool!

White orangutans know that this situation does not last long.

With the deterioration of the injury, with the mental fatigue, its strength will become worse and worse, and those who peep the warcraft, patience is not unlimited.

Maybe tonight is the day of my death, the white orangutan thought.

Then he saw a genie.

A female genie.

He has seen the genie.

It lived for hundreds of years, and once saw the elves who came to this mountain forest, which was a hundred years ago.

But he had never seen such a genie.

The female genie, with the breath of making it comfortable, was the breath of nature.

The white orangutan doesn’t know why, because it was born here, grew up here, didn’t know everything about the outside world, about the professional system, didn’t even know there was a druid.

But that doesn’t stop it from having a good taste for the genie.

If not today.

It is wounded, so that all the creatures that are here now are their own enemies, all of them to their own detriment.

If it is the five-order warcraft, it will have some concerns, because it really does not have to be played.

But what is to be afraid of a weaker elf, plus a three-order night bladed leopard?

The white orangutan stood up, not angry in his eyes.

There is no sadness, only calm.

When death comes, there will always be some changes in the mood.

Some are crazy, some are desperate, but it is not.

It is the child of nature, the spirit of the earth, and what is there to fear when death is tantamount to returning to nature itself?

Just a little girl, dare to provoke their own majesty?

The white orangutan ran, lifted his slap, and rushed toward the female elf.

If you want to die anyway, why wait?

Kill this elves and the night-blade leopard, and do a good job with the 5th-order monsters.

Dead, also pull a few cushions!

The white orangutan's slap stopped on the head of the elf's head and did not fall.

For a green light, which came from the hands of the elves, fell on it.

It felt more itching and felt the warmth.

A trace of vitality converges from this mountain forest, penetrates into its body, and becomes pure vitality.

It looked down and saw the female genie looking up, four eyes opposite.

It sees tenderness, it sees peace, it sees love.

“Sit down.”The genie looked at it.

It’s not a genie language, it doesn’t understand any language anyway.

Not even language, but just a feeling, a feeling of natural beings.

Damn, I am the king of this mountain, how can I listen to you?

He thought so, and then sat down and bowed his head.

The genie took out a few crystal bottles, opened the cork, and poured some liquid on its body.

It was more itchy on its body, but because the female genie was around, it was embarrassed to scratch, and could only endure.

Soon the itching turned warm and the wound slowly healed.

Finally, the genie leaned down and placed her hand on its lame left leg.

With silent induction and devout prayer, natural energy poured into it and the wounds healed quickly.

Feeling her caresss, enjoying her druid spell therapy, as if the itch of the flesh healing, all became much more interesting.

It was overjoyed, and quickly reached out and broke his leg, put the broken bone right, and then slowly returned to the original with the nourishment of the power of nature.

A full five minutes.

After five minutes, it felt that its left leg was completely fine, and it was still the king of this mountain forest!

The monster that secretly peeped away one by one, no one dared to provoke the good king, not to mention the next to the king, there were two more helpers.

The white orangutan was very happy, and hurried to see the female elf to express her gratitude.

Then it saw the female elf with a tired face, apparently before cast spells, draining her spirit and strength.

This makes it a little painful.

You saved me, you are my friend, the white orangutan thought.

"I want to be with you forever, even if I die for you."It is secretly determined.

. . .

When the first rays of sunlight appeared in the east, Gao Wen woke up in his sleep.

The woman had not yet returned, and he was a little worried.

But it was no use to worry, for there was no second druid, no one could listen to the voice of nature and pursue the position of woman.

“How is the situation?”Gowan asked.

The female De is not there, responsible for the investigation of the situation, naturally is three blood revelers.

They are now Sallein, the undead, but they were all spirits, but not the night elves, but the blood elves.

Although it is not as close to nature as the dark night elves Druid, it also lives in the wild and forest all the year round, and the understanding and adaptation of the mountains and forests is better than others.

"Cylow and the Thief have started hunting again, Gowan."

Lancelot got up early, and said, "They were divided into two teams, taking turns guarding the camp and going out hunting."

Is that so?

Be more careful!

Neither the people of Chilo nor the thieves are easy to deal with.

And really separated?Probably another seduction, right?Seduced yourself?

When will it come?

Suddenly, a blood figure flashed in from outside, a blood reveler.

"Master, they are coming."

Gowan stood still, his eyes slowly brightening.

It’s all here, show...

It is finally starting!