Chapter 1062 Attack on Gretel and the Golden Road in the Rainforest

Grete hurried on hard, practicing transforming into a leopard, practicing walking, running and climbing, practicing understanding plants and animals, and practicing all the skills of living in the rainforest.

I fall dozens of times a day, roll around thirty or fifty times, and bump into here and there countless times...

Those who hear it are sad, and those who see it are in tears. If it weren't for the softness of his body, increased agility, and unlimited supply of healing skills after transforming into a black panther, Gretel would have been thrown to the ground.

Even so, when he woke up every morning, he would be in a ball, rolling around in bed, not wanting to get up.

If you are in a hurry, just hurry on. He is a good mage, why should he lower himself to the level of an animal...

I don’t want to get up... I don’t want to turn into a leopard... I don’t want to practice transformation...

Want sleep……

"Gretel! Get up!"

In another compartment of the mage's cabin, Cerela shouted energetically.

Grete turned over again and covered his head with the quilt - although in the constant-temperature mage's cabin, the value of the quilt was limited to psychological comfort:

"I didn't hear...I fell asleep...don't look for me..."

"Get up! Breakfast is ready! - If you don't get up, I will disband the mage's hut!"

"Ugh...Serila, you're a bad learner..."

I just stayed in bed for a while, why did I bring up the quilt...

Gretel practiced hard, practiced hard, practiced hard.

Bernard and Mr. Hawthorne sat through the lessons in silence, trying to follow along and practice whatever lessons they could learn.

Ms. Jasmine quietly took care of the logistics. Occasionally, she took the time to comfort Gretel with a few words:

"This is how it was when you first started learning the art of transformation..."

"When I first started, I stumbled and couldn't walk steadily... And I chose the wolf shape transformation, which doesn't require jumping or climbing. It's much simpler than your leopard shape..."

"Don't be anxious, take your time. Ask Sister Yue Ge, do the elves on Elf Island be able to run and jump as soon as they transform, or do they take ten or eight years of practice?"

Gretel raised his head in response, and saw a trace of embarrassment on Ash Yuege's face that was too late to restrain.

Of course... I learned it slowly!

Young elf, who has nothing to do but practice hard! The lifespan of an elf is so long, and the days on Elf Island are so long, why should we practice hard every day?

Play the piano, sing, collect dew on flowers to make elf wine, collect pollen and nectar to make snacks...

Study magic, plant flowers and plants, take care of trees, take care of various animals...

There is so much fun in one day, why spend all your time training, fighting, and advancing?

Transforming several times a day, the young elves transformed into little wolves, little bears, and little leopards, huddled together in a furry ball, and crawled and rolled together. After one, two, three, and five years, they naturally learned it!

But not Gretel!

From the land of the eagle to the fertile forest, a forest guard like her turns into a leopard and rushes at full speed, and it only takes a month;

If, like now, a group of people ride phantom horses or monsters and drive straight through at a speed that is not too slow, it will only be there in three or four months.

If he reaches the Fertile Forest, Gretel will still look like he is now. One step staggers, one step slips, five steps makes one fall to the ground...

It's hard to move around in the bountiful forest!

Where others can easily jump over, you have to crawl over with your hands and feet, and you might just slap yourself on an ant's nest!

Even if he can barely walk, it's hard to convince other forest guards, other elves, or other natives that this cub is a strong healer——

Would you entrust the life of your companion to a half-elf cub who looked very clumsy and obviously unskilled when you first met him?

"Gretel, hurry up and transform! We won't practice running today - we'll start with perception practice!"

When Gretel was in dire straits, there were still some people in the far south who were also in dire straits.

"It's time to set off! Let's check all the boxes and the mules and horses for the last time to make sure that each one is the strongest and strongest!"

A tall soldier with short black hair, a short black beard on his upper lip, a pale complexion, was shouting to the entire team:

"Fill your water bladders! Check your food! If you don't want to eat the mud chunks of the natives in the next month, keep an eye on your food packaging!"

"There are also water purification beads! Anti-mosquito incense! High-cut and thick-soled shoes! Check them all! We have to walk in the jungle for a month. If something happens during this month, there will be no priest from the cathedral to save your lives. !”

In front of him, a small team of 200 people, from officers to soldiers, responded one after another, each checking their armor, swords and water bags.

As for the coolies who serve the mules and horses, those with tan skin and flat faces are much silent:

The gold, silver, and precious stones carried by these mules were all mined from their hometowns. They were dug out by their compatriots with their flesh, blood, and lives.

Now, they are packed in boxes and tied to mules and horses, and are continuously transported through the dense forest to the other side of the sea.

It turns into the golden crown on the king's head, the necklace around the neck of the noble lady, and the shining gold and silver thread on the bishop's robe...

If those metals and gems had souls attached to them, I'm afraid the anger and hatred stained on those gold and silver jewelry would be enough to drag the wearer to hell!

"are you done?"

"alright!"

"Let's go! Rod, you lead the first team, John, your second team, Clemon, your third team..."

The black-haired officer kept giving orders. The team filed into the depths of the rain forest along the narrow mountain path that could only accommodate one person or a mule.

Soon, this small team was submerged in the vast jungle and could no longer be seen.

This team started from the Governor-General of Pellu, one of the four major governor-general areas, passed through the Isthmus of Vasco, and reached the waters of the Storm Islands. Then, load these precious gold, silver and gems on ships at the port and send them directly back to the kingdom's mainland——

Decades ago, an expedition team from the Kingdom of Brolin and the Holy See of Glory conquered the Kingdom of Pellu, captured its king, and plundered the kingdom's treasures.

During subsequent explorations, explorers discovered that the Kingdom of Pelou had rich reserves of gold and silver and was worthy of continued rule, thus establishing the Viceroyalty of Pelou. However, transporting the harvest from the Viceroyalty back to the kingdom is not an easy task:

To the south of the Governor-General of Pelleux, there are endless mountains with continuous snow-capped peaks reaching into the clouds. If you don't go by land and rely on shipping, it will take several months to reach the southern tip of the New World.

And there, the wind was strong and the waves were high, and the rapids were swirling, pushing the huge ice blocks into crazy collisions. What is left for ships is far from a safe channel and can only be regarded as a narrow path.

From the Governor's Mansion to the east, there is an endless stretch of dense forest. In the words of the elves, they are fertile forests, torrent forests, rain song forests... In short, they are large areas of rain forest;

But in the eyes of predators who are not close to nature, but are just arrogant and above nature, it is just an endless forest, extending from the mountains in the west to the east coast. No one has ever walked through this road.

As for the west...the kingdom is in the east, why are you transporting gold and silver to the east and west? Besides, the west is a vast ocean, and no ship traveling in that direction has ever returned, except for the legendary elves' ships...

So that leaves only the north. North, north, open the sail, all the way north, to the narrowest and thinnest part between the southern half and the northern half of the New World.

Then, abandon the ship and go ashore, crossing the Isthmus of Vasco to reach the ocean on the other side.

In this way, the distance they walked on land, including the twists and turns over mountains and ridges, was only six to seven hundred miles.

And these six to seven hundred miles of road are almost absolutely safe. To the east is the Storm Islands under the rule of the kingdom; to the west is the endless ocean; to the south is the Viceroyalty of Pellew that has been included in the rule, and to the north?

Not to mention. This section of the Vasco Isthmus is still considered the boundary of the Governorate of the Storm Islands, even further north...

Oh, further north there is an indigenous country called Eagle Country, but it is also thousands of miles away from the isthmus. Their hands have never been stretched so long.

Of course, something has happened in the Eagle Kingdom recently, and it is said that it has colluded with the evil pagans. To this end, the Governor has also made a series of arrangements just in case.

However, what this team transporting gold and silver needs to be wary of most is the indigenous people and magical beasts along the way, as well as the unpredictable majesty of nature.

"Those nasty humans are here again."

In the rain forest, a dark green figure flashed behind the tree trunks, almost blending into the dense canopy. He looked at the team from a distance, his brows furrowed, and the tips of his ears trembled slightly:

"The people who destroy nature are here again..."

Sissoyan sighed.

Those outsiders, they open up the mountains and forests, they cut down the trees. They sent strong men to kill the powerful monsters near this passage. If they couldn't kill them, they drove them away. Two hundred miles to the south and two hundred miles to the north, creating an artificial corridor;

They drove slaves and used mules and horses to carry backpacks of cobblestones to pave roads in the vast jungle. To this day, the bones of slaves, together with the piles of cobblestones, still guide the direction of this post road;

They even wanted to destroy this jungle - he once followed the team that opened the post road, and heard them say with his own ears, "In the future, when there is enough manpower, a canal will be opened here to allow ships to pass from one side of the ocean to the next. You can reach the other side directly..."

How many forests and plants will be destroyed, and how many animals will lose their homes?

Sissoyen tightened the green cloak around him to cover his weather-beaten face. As the guardian of this rainforest, he has been worried about it for many years. Ask for help from your compatriots in the Forest of Plenty, the Forest of Torrents, and the Forest of Rainsong, but they themselves cannot spare any manpower;

Asking for help from the compatriots on Elf Island, life on Elf Island is actually not peaceful...

Fortunately, year after year, the canal builders never came. He looked at the horse team meandering on the mountain road and sighed softly:

"Forget it, there are experts in this team and we can't beat them. It's better to go around to the front and notify the people in the surrounding villages to hide, so as not to be ruined by them..."

Sissoyen leaned against the tree trunk behind him and blended in quietly. After a moment, he appeared outside another tree trunk in the distance. By making use of the big tree in this way and constantly moving, he will soon be far away.

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