Chapter 137 The Weird Tree Stump

For the first two days of the trip, Joann rode north along the banks of the Drin River. He has traveled this distance more than once, most recently accompanying the Canti family to the Algonquin Valley. This section of the road is often visited by business travelers, the road condition is good, and there are still villages for lodging at night, except for the occasional wild beasts, there is no risk. On the morning of March 28th, when Joan arrived at the diversion area of ​​the Delin River and the Ivene River on horseback, there were no business travelers with him, and what awaited him was a lonely journey through the jungle and deep mountains.

From here, Joan turned his head and rode eastward. The ever-flowing Ivene River was like a silent guide, leading him through the mountains and jungles, all the way eastward, until Peek Bay where the mouth of the Ivene River was located—— That is, the bay where the port of Layton is located.

Caravans traveling from south to north usually dare not embark on this journey alone, even if they travel in groups, they can’t say it’s absolutely safe. Every year, a few unlucky caravans are attacked by monsters or The goblin attack has never returned since then, and many horror legends have been added to the virgin forest in the Yifen River Basin, such as the spring where the goblin lives, such as the waterfall where the big snake haunts...

Joan was skeptical of these obviously exaggerated rumors. In fact, he had traveled this distance last winter, when Jamie ran the sledge for a whole week when the snow fell on both sides of the Eve River. Joan rode on a sled during the day and slept in a tent in the snow-covered forest at night. He suffered from hunger and cold, but he was never attacked by a monster. He traveled through the jungle to Leiden Port without any danger.

Based on the experience of the last trip, Joan was still optimistic on the first day of entering the big jungle, and even felt that the journey was too dull. However, it didn't take long for his naive concept to be completely refreshed by the various strange events encountered on the way.

Joan was lucky, the weather was fine during the trip, and March 29th was another sunny day. In the afternoon, the sun shines through the dense branches and leaves above the head, interweaving fine light spots on the soft grass, as if a natural printed carpet is stretched under the hoof of a horse.

Joan was riding a black pony among the sparse woods on the left bank of the Ivene River, and accidentally saw a clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a short, puffy wooden stake. A silent invitation, solo travelers are welcome to sit and rest for a while.

Joan had been on the road all morning, and at this moment, he was tired and wanted to find a place to rest and eat some dry food. The tree stump was like a "dining table" specially prepared for him.

Joan got off the horse, tied the rein to the tree, patted the horse's neck, and let it gnaw the grass nearby. Walk towards the glade on your own. At this moment, Qiao An suddenly stopped and stared at the tree stump in the open space, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. I don't know if it was an illusion, but just now he vaguely saw the tree stump shaking, like some kind of living thing.

Joan rubbed his eyes, and stopped ten yards away from the tree stump to observe carefully. The tree stump stood quietly in the forest glade, the rough bark cracked, and tender green twigs germinated, swaying in the wind, and everything looked as usual.

It is common to have hallucinations due to exhaustion from the journey, but Qiao An did not easily dispel his suspicions. Pacing slowly around the tree stump, the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong.

There is no logging camp near this inaccessible jungle, and it stands to reason that no one will come here just to cut down a very common tree. Why is the surface of the stump so smooth, as if it was just rooted by a saw not long ago? Saw off the left section? If it is said that the traveler sawed down the tree for firewood when he camped here, why is there no trace of the campfire in the glade?

Qiao An observed the wooden pile for a long time, but the unease in his heart could not be eliminated, so he decided to leave this weird place as soon as possible to avoid getting into trouble. He turned around and walked towards the place where the horse was tied. He had just taken two steps when he heard rustling noises behind him. He hurriedly looked back, the forest was silent, and there seemed to be nothing unusual. However, Joan soon noticed that the position of the stake had changed slightly compared to before, about one foot forward. If he hadn't observed carefully just now, he wouldn't have seen this insignificant change at all.

Joan felt a chill inexplicably.

That tree stump is quirky!

A premonition of danger lingered in his mind. At the same time, there seemed to be the sound of footsteps in the opposite woods, and faintly shrill singing echoed in the woods.

The singing voice was out of tune, but the lyrics caught Joan's attention. It sounded like the wood language commonly used by goblins.

Just as Joan was listening to the lyrics, a strange-looking humanoid creature came out of the forest. This little man with pointed ears and green eyes is only about two feet tall. He wears green clothes and pants, a green hat on his head, and a beard that doesn't match his body shape. A country gentleman taking a walk in his woods.

During this period of time, Joan has dealt with the goblins a lot. First, under the guidance of Kandy, he met the little tree spirit Mira, and later met the sister and brother Nick Jing by the river. During his stay in Powhatan Village, he also followed Kang Di's father systematically studied the wood language and the knowledge of the goblins, and once fought to the death with an evil mythical soul stealer, and finally killed it, thus completing his level 1 mythological trial. In just a few months, Joan's understanding of the goblin family has grown from scratch, from shallow to deep, and has accumulated a wealth of relevant knowledge. After carefully examining the strange man holding a wooden stick, he guessed that the other party was probably a "little goblin" , a goblin who lives in the depths of the jungle.

"Leprechauns" do not have clear concept of right and wrong, good and evil like human beings. Joan didn't want to deal with this kind of crazy and mischievous creature, so he hid in the woods and kept silent, planning to wait until the leprechaun was far away before going on the road.

The little leprechaun didn't seem to notice Joan, and walked straight towards the clearing humming a song. When his eyes touched the tree stump, he let out a surprise "Huh" and murmured in the wood language: "Not bad, it's just right to sit Come down and rest your feet!" As he spoke, he strode towards the tree stump.

Qiao An originally wanted to remind the leprechaun to be careful, but then he thought about it, if the other party asked him what he should be careful about, how should he respond? Watch out for that tree stump? But he didn't have enough evidence to prove that it was a dangerous trap. If it turned out to be a pure illusion afterwards, would the leprechaun suspect that he was playing tricks on people? Leprechauns mostly like to play tricks and play tricks on strangers, but that doesn't mean they like to be played tricks on. Rather than risk offending the little leprechaun, Qiao Ann would rather keep silent, and it would be better to have one less thing than one more thing.

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