Chapter 50: The Forests of the Noldor
The next morning.
The lord asked Leslie to seal the snake heart stone and let the caravan continue to move forward.
Sarah suggested to Li Ang that the convoy turn west and go to Changhe Town first.
"Sir, since the enemy in the dark knows your route, you definitely shouldn't do as they wish!"
But Li Ang refused: "The enemy will probably think so too... Continue south, we will go through the forest to that village..."
Sarah was puzzled: "Ralph is the only one who knows your route! Are you still going to the place he said?"
"Sarah, this wasn't done by Ralph. He probably couldn't afford a killer like Lisa Dillan. There are more than just Ralph who know my route..."
Li Ang said thoughtfully.
Sarah shook her head in confusion. "Anything else? Rangers? They can't even afford them..."
"Sarah, if you were the injured elven assassin... where would you hide?"
"In the forest, of course."
"That's right, I'm going to catch him."
Sarah didn't say anything else. She just silently put on a set of ranger armor and stayed by Leon's side.
Now that the lord has made a decision, as his subordinates, we should help him solve problems instead of creating them.
Although Sarah never liked wearing heavy armor.
The convoy continued to move slowly forward, but Anson stopped shooting birds.
He is now taking better care of the wounded, probably hoping that his brothers can recover faster so that they can help as soon as possible.
Leon no longer stayed in the carriage. He rode Alice again and was fully equipped. He even added a breastplate for the first time, and the lining was padded with satin - this was considered a simple bulletproof vest he had made himself.
The bow and arrow were also carried on his back.
In his hand, he still held the slightly curved Noldor sword that Risadiran had dropped—there was no scabbard, so he had to carry it.
Klose was still in the carriage, not because he was lazy, but because he was sharpening his sword.
He occupied a carriage by himself, and on the carriage was a pile of various swords.
It is more efficient to polish your equipment while walking.
Most people in the team didn't realize that before joining the army, Klose was an excellent blacksmith.
Most of the men in Mettenheim are actually good at forging.
Their volcanic hometown is full of fine iron ore, and the god they worship is also the "God of Steel".
That muscle and strength were probably acquired through forging. However, this also caused the Mettenheim people to consume a lot of food. One person was worth three...
With scarce arable land, it was difficult to feed these big guys who loved to eat, and famine often occurred in Mettenheim, so Mettenheim became a "wholesale department of mercenaries."
Klose was very satisfied with his current boss, because in his many years of mercenary career, he had only met Leon who was willing to let the people of Mettenheim eat as much as they wanted.
Although the Lord has always been unwilling to eat with them...
Everyone was on high alert, but no one seemed to be complaining.
In fact, no one noticed that this lord who was always a little out of touch seemed to have only used ten days or so to bring this small team together.
In a different way.
The convoy gradually entered the forest, and the road in the forest gradually became less flat.
But as everyone was cautious and alert along the way, nothing happened.
They didn't meet anyone along the way, except for the occasional wild deer or rabbits that popped out from the nearby forest, which actually added a lot of food reserves to the team.
"There are so many wild animals here? Why doesn't anyone come to hunt?"
Leon asked John, another swimming expert wearing lapel armor, who was standing next to him.
"My lord, this place is already frequented by the Noldor elves, and hunters dare not come here. In fact, no one dares to come here alone... Only caravans with a large number of people dare to pass through here, or those slave-hunting teams..."
John answered while looking around nervously.
“Few people pass by, but the road is still so wide…”
Although the road was a bit bumpy and overgrown with weeds, it was still wide enough for the carriage to move forward without any problems.
"Maybe the slave-hunting team has been maintaining the road. Noldor elven maidens have always been the most valuable slaves, and the slave-hunting team has to use prison carts to transport them. I participated in an auction in Singar with... others... at that time, three elven maidens were auctioned for a sky-high price of 100,000 dinars... but..."
The one who was speaking was Sarah, and it seemed that there was someone she didn't want to mention in her words. She glanced at Leon with some worry , and continued talking without giving anyone a chance to ask questions.
In fact, Li Ang heard it, but he didn't ask any further questions.
Only by respecting the privacy of every partner can you make your partners respect you.
The Noldor elves are not native to this continent. It is said that they came to Pendor nearly a thousand years ago, and they seem to have a very high level of technology.
However, no one knows how the Noldor came to Pendor.
They seemed to have suddenly appeared out of nowhere, occupying the depths of the Changhe Forest and not interacting with any humans.
They may think that humans are lower animals. In their eyes, humans are probably the same as wild animals in the forest, or even worse.
At least the Noldor would not kill wild animals, but they would kill any man who dared to enter the Long River Forest - and they had the ability to do so.
The deeper into the Long River Forest, the more aggressive the Noldor elves become.
It is said that there is a beautiful sapphire lake in the heart of Changhe Forest, but no one has ever reached it alive.
Of course, there is no hatred without reason in this world. There must be a reason why the Noldor took the initiative to attack humans.
The Noldor once had a highly developed civilization that had been passed down for tens of millions of years. They originally just hid in the forest and lived a peaceful life, not wanting to come into conflict with humans.
But the initial tragedy came from their beauty.
Elves may be the darlings of the God of Creation. Each elf has a beautiful appearance and a long lifespan. Their snow-white skin naturally carries an indifferent temperament - they themselves are like works of art.
Aside from their long, pointed ears, these beautiful creatures have the same physical structure as humans—but they live ten times longer, and are a hundred times more beautiful.
This kind of beauty has an irresistible attraction to some people.
After many attempts, some human rulers concluded that the Noldor elves probably did not know any magic, but they were very strong and had amazing craftsmanship.
However, the total population of the Noldor elves is not large, and it seems that there are only a few thousand people - perhaps the creator god is looking for a balance, and the elves' reproductive capacity is very poor.
Of course, this may have something to do with their long lives and indifferent personalities.
They are beautiful, rare, powerful, proud, and they despise humans.
——Each one is giving rise to the desires of those in power, and all the different desires are concentrated on the same goal.
Sex, possession, wealth, conquest, or something else.
These desires combined formed an irresistible longing, and every powerful Human wanted to possess the Noldor Elves.
As long as it does not involve unknown areas such as magic, human rulers can use human lives to create everything they want.
Thus, a tragedy began.
This was a disaster for the Noldor and a carnival for the human nobles.
Some relatively friendly Noldor elves were captured without any warning and became the most dazzling playthings and property in the nobles' backyards...
Then a crazy competition was ignited - everyone with power and wealth wanted to own a beautiful elf.
The king is no exception.
As a result, elven slaves became expensive commodities with a limited supply, especially the elven girls, whose value was almost equal to the annual tax of a large county!
Moreover, the nobles have different tastes, and there is also a large market for male elves...
Therefore, there were countless slave-hunting teams near the Changhe Forest at one time, but most of them lost their lives in the forest forever.
