Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 7 Wood Elf

Old John shook his head, sighed and said, "Those druids won't let us into their camp, let alone."

Pointing to the dead spider on the ground, he said: "Goblin spiders are not a species in the Twilight Forest, they originally lived in the distant east of Karatur.

The existing spiders in Faerun are all artificially raised pets.

But now, they're out in the wild, multiplying fast enough to invade the Twilight Forest's ecosystem.

I am afraid that the previous goblins were also driven out by these spiders. "

After hearing this, Imrik said to Old John: "These spiders seem to be very afraid of fire, we will make up the bonfire tonight, still rest here, and move forward at full speed tomorrow.

Since only one spider was found here, there is no need for us to go to war for the time being, and we must recharge our energy and prepare for possible battles in the future. "

Carlot also agreed after hearing this, so Old John called the guards of the caravan and ordered them to add firewood, and arranged for the number of night patrols to be increased to 4 people, taking turns to rest, and the wanderers led the team to pay attention to the situation.

Imrik returned to his tent, lay on the bed in his robes, and fell asleep after making sure that everything he needed was at hand.

Fortunately, there were no spiders attacking them all night. Perhaps the flames of the bonfire played a role. After a night's rest, everyone in the caravan recovered enough energy and set off early in the morning.

"Those goblin spiders are nocturnal animals. We originally needed three days to pass through the forest. Now that the whole team is accelerating during the day, it only takes about two days.

Imrik, prepare your spell slots for today, be vigilant tonight, and be fully prepared. "

Old John said to Imrik seriously before setting off.

Imrik looked at Old John holding his spell book, earnestly memorizing the spells to be prepared today, but had no choice but to pretend to take out his own spell book, read it all the way, pretending to be memorizing spells.

This is why in Faerun Continent, most people think that mages like to read books.

The more advanced mages, the more spell slots, so they need to spend more time memorizing spells every day, and sometimes even if they accidentally forget the spells they memorized, they have to memorize them again.

So in the eyes of passers-by, those mages are weird people who walk and read spell books all day long.

While Imrik was trying his best to pretend to study, there was a battle taking place in the distant forest.

"Swoosh!" A sharp bow and arrow shot from the tree, precisely passing through the eyes of a goblin spider.

After shooting an arrow, a female wood elf wearing grass and rattan clothes jumped down from the tree, and there was a male wood elf covered with scars on the ground.

They were surrounded by the corpses of seven or eight goblin spiders.

The female wood elf knelt down and said anxiously: "Brother, can you still stand up, we should go."

The male wood elf tried to stand up, but he was so weak that he couldn't support himself at all. He had a huge bite wound on his leg and was bleeding profusely.

He raised his head and said softly: "I, ahem, I'm fine, you go first, there should be no such damned monsters here, go back to the camp for help, don't worry about me."

The male wood elf was too weak, even if he just gathered his breath to talk, he was coughing constantly.

With tears in her eyes, the female wood elf shook her head vigorously.

"Let's go together, I'll carry you on my back, I won't leave you here, brother."

She propped up the male wood elf with all her might and carried him on her back.

The continuous fighting had made her exhausted, but she pushed forward slowly with her body strong.

Fighting with high concentration gave her brain a splitting headache, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, everything in front of her eyes began to become blurred.

Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer, a stone caught her foot, and she fell to the ground with a plop.

The male wood elf on her back had already lost consciousness and passed out. She gasped, turned her brother on her back with all her strength, and got up.

She put her trembling hand under her brother's nose, and a faint breath passed through her fingertips.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and lay exhausted on the muddy ground, squinting her eyes and looking at the sky, muttering to herself;

"Take a break, just for a few seconds... Immediately I have the strength to stand up again..."

The sound became weaker and weaker, and finally, the female wood elf also fell into the darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, the female wood elf was suddenly awakened by a sound. She opened her eyes vigilantly and struggled to get up.

The excellent eyesight brought by the elven blood allowed her to see a black shadow in the distance.

It's a goblin spider!She counted palely with her lips.

Nine Goblins!
She reached out to take the arrows from the quiver behind her habitually, but found nothing. The bows and arrows had been exhausted in the previous battle.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes were firm, she threw all the bow and arrow bags on her body on the ground, turned around and picked up the male wood elf, and ran in the opposite direction.

But she was exhausted and couldn't match the speed of the goblin spider, and the distance between the two was getting closer. . .

In the morning, the caravan went on the road against the foggy weather, and the road just after rain was muddy.

Imrik's whole body was covered in a wide robe, riding on the beanbag, and his eyes hidden under the wide hood were watching his surroundings vigilantly.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the wanderer in front of the scout: "Stop! There is movement on the right!"

Carlot pulled out his long sword and ordered: "Get ready to fight!"

There was a soft rustling sound, and under the vigilant stares of everyone, a figure staggered out from the grass. It was a female wood elf with a male wood elf on its back.

When the female wood elf saw the caravan in front of her, her eyes flashed with vigilance, but she turned her head to wait and see, gritted her teeth and continued to run forward, shouting:

"Help us, there are monsters behind us."

The wanderer appeared beside the wood elf with a dagger in his hand, threateningly shouted: "Don't go any further!"

The wood elf stood where he was, looking back and forth with a helpless expression.At this moment, Old John came out to stop him and said, "Wait a minute, Rick."

The rogue took a few steps back after hearing this, but still looked at the two wood elves vigilantly.

Old John said to the wood elf: "Are you from the druid camp?"

The wood elf nodded anxiously after hearing this: "Help us, I'm Ella Greenson from the druid camp, this is my brother, Ashur Greenson. There are monsters chasing us from behind, my brother...he's unconscious, please help us."

Upon hearing this, Imrik immediately blessed himself with a Strike Strike, and with the blessing of keen insight, he heard a voice from a distance.

He nodded to Old John and said, "There are signs of a large number of creatures moving in the distance, and she is not lying."

Ella glanced at Imrik gratefully, and Old John waved his hand, letting them walk in front of the caravan. Carlot and the others continued to stand in front of the caravan.

Rogue Rick ran up a tree and yelled, "Goblin spiders! Nine!"

(End of this chapter)