Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

441: Chapter 427 Elven Territory, the Withering Tree of LifeGezhe seemed to be in a great hurry, running nearly at the limit speed of a low-tier Professional, his broken arm swinging with his movements.

This made Zhang Mu feel a bit awkward. The role he was playing was that of an ordinary person; following Gezhe closely clearly didn’t fit the character, but running at a normal person’s pace left him further and further behind, and Gezhe’s back was about to disappear from his sight.

Zhang Mu kept his character in mind and didn’t dare to speed up, only calling out to remind him: ”Slow down—”

”Stop.” Gezhe suddenly skidded to a halt and hid behind a tree.

Speeding up slightly to reach his side, Zhang Mu, deeply immersed in his role, propped his hands on his knees and gasped for breath: ”Whew— whew— what...”

”Shh, look.”

Gezhe peeked his head out from behind the trunk while waving for him to come over. Zhang Mu stood behind him and stood on his tiptoes.

In the dense forest not far away, two humans were fleeing while supporting each other, looking back from time to time with eyes full of fear.

”Don’t even think about escaping!”

The owner of the voice seemed to be overhead. Zhang Mu looked up and saw three elves leaping through the branches in pursuit.

They wore tight, thin leather armor—not full-body armor—leaving their arms and legs exposed. All three had long hair, two males and one female, and held bows and arrows.

”Whoosh— whoosh—”

The three of them fired simultaneously, three arrows flying toward the two humans. Whether intentional or not, the arrows didn’t hit their targets; two landed on the ground a few steps behind the humans, while the remaining one skewed to the side and pierced a tree trunk.

”Help!” the two humans shouted in terror, running even faster.

Zhang Mu peeked sneakily from the side, and seeing this scene, he became thoughtful.

Zhang Mu had experienced elven archery before; he couldn’t say they were a hundred for a hundred, but ninety-nine out of a hundred was easy. Moreover, no matter how weak these three elves were, they were still Professionals; there was no way they couldn’t catch up to two ordinary humans.

What was this? The elven version of ”remember to give the animal a slap after treating it”?

”Same old trick.” As the three elves and two humans ran off into the distance and quickly disappeared among the trees, Gezhe gave a cold snort.

”What do you mean?”

”They intimidate humans through pursuit to establish a fierce and cold-blooded image for the Elf Clan.”

”I have to admit, it’s a good method.”

”Exactly. Judging by the impression the citizens of Boni City have of the elves, their plan is very successful.”

Zhang Mu looked toward the dense forest where the ”five” had gone: ”The elves are gone, what should we do?”

”Put on a show.”

”Stay here and don’t move.”

Gezhe turned and left. A few minutes later, he returned, lifting a young Berserk Bear with one hand.

”What are you doing?”

”Lie down over there.”

Zhang Mu roughly understood his plan. He walked to the tree nearby and lay down, glancing down at the wound on his thigh—it had already healed and scabbed over.

”What a sin,” he cursed, picking off the scab with his fingernails. Fresh blood began to flow from the wound.

Gezhe maintained his bear-lifting posture, closing his eyes and listening for something.

”Waiting for those three elves?” Zhang Mu slightly raised his upper body.

”Yes.”

”How long until they come back?”

”The depths of the Forest of Spirits are full of danger. They should return as soon as they’ve escorted the people to the outskirts.”

”Oh.” Zhang Mu stopped talking and lay back on the ground to wait quietly.

Time passed bit by bit. Half an hour later, Zhang Mu was getting a bit impatient because he had to pick at the scabbing wound every few minutes.

”I say, are they—”

”They’re here!”

Gezhe suddenly opened his eyes, tossed the young Berserk Bear to the ground, and smashed a fist into its head.

The young Berserk Bear was punched awake, but its consciousness was still a bit dazed. It held its head with its two paws, its eyes blank, seemingly confused as to why its skull was throbbing with pain.

”Help!” Gezhe ran to Zhang Mu’s side and crouched down, taking his upper body into his arms.

His acting was incredibly realistic; not only did his shout contain a tremor, but his whole body was also shaking slightly.

The young Berserk Bear was now fully awake and looked at the ”terrified” Gezhe.