Other Races Guidebook

After bidding farewell to Mr. Aleucus, on your way home from the shop, you suddenly find that there are many new and unfamiliar faces in the city.

Judging from their outfits, most of them are the most common occupations at the bottom such as mercenary rangers and adventure teams.

The reason why you can easily tell the difference between these outsiders is because a small remote town like yours, even with the scattered villages around it, has a total population of less than 20,000, which is more than your previous country towns. There are even fewer residents, and most of them are just plain and honest peasants and laborers, who can tell the difference at a glance from the mercenary foreigners who have experienced the danger of licking blood from the knife edge.

You are not surprised by the appearance of these outsiders, because every time before the beginning of the crusade, the lords and persons in charge of the realm will spend a lot of money to recruit adventurers and mercenaries from nearby cities in order to cooperate with the actions of the Holy See. As a temporary worker, he is responsible for inquiring about news or as a guide and bait and other auxiliary work.

No one knows better how to find prey or avoid unnecessary dangerous areas than the mercenaries who have been active all year round in the wild areas such as forest canyon plains.

Furthermore, the lives of mercenary adventurers are a steady stream of cannon fodder resources in the eyes of many lords. Even if they lose their lives in the crusade, the lords cannot be blamed. If they win, they will be blamed. They can get a good name and a reward from the royal capital, and they only need to pay a bonus for this. This kind of uncompromising business quickly became popular in the lords everywhere.

Although the crusade is a bit dangerous, the high risk also means high returns. Many mercenaries have been rewarded for their outstanding performance in the crusade, and they have no worries about food and clothing. Many mercenaries have worked hard to get rid of poverty. I chose to let go of life, so every time before the start of the crusade, the mercenaries who learned the news would flock to him.

The reason why the Holy See will get the news in advance is because there are several magical predictors in the Holy See. Whenever the coming disaster is predicted in advance, the Holy See will send out the knights to completely erupt the source of the disaster. Elimination before can minimize casualties and damage to the greatest extent.

You used to think that the crusade would only take place around some prosperous big cities, so you have never seen it with your own eyes, but you have only heard of it, but it is actually very rare that this crusade will appear in such a remote country town .

You can't help but feel a little worried, because of the influx of mercenaries and adventurers, these people are usually mixed with a lot of low-quality rascals. Their existence will cause a lot of trouble and disaster.

Now you finally understand why Renault, who was supposed to be employed in the remote capital, suddenly came to this remote town, probably to control these people to do something bad.

Your worries did not fail at all. As you passed by the very familiar fork in the vegetable market on the way home, you heard a mixture of women's trembling pleadings and childish crying.

"My uncle took you something, dare you ask my uncle for money?"

"I think your old bitch is impatient, right?"

Accompanied by the man's swearing and rude remarks, the dull sound of fists falling heavily on the squat was shocking, but the people around just watched coldly, and no one came forward to help.

The man suddenly cried out in pain.

"Damn! Who bit my ass!"

"Don't hit my mother!"

"There is actually a little bitch! Dare to bite this uncle, believe it or not, I will peel off your dog!"

Hearing the angry roar of the man, you are shocked, and you rushed into the crowd quickly.

Seeing the overturned vegetable and fruit stalls, the peeled vegetables and leaves all over the floor, and the large and small figures lying on the ground, your heart suddenly tightens.

In such a small marginal city, the tolerance for sub-orcs will be relatively high. Even if some individuals do not like the existence of sub-orcs, they will not be beaten or humiliated. At most, they will ignore the existence of sub-orcs, but they can be in other foreign countries. In the eyes of the author, the lowly orcs are the most vulnerable groups to bully and humiliate.

Especially in this small city where nearly half of the population are sub-orcs, it is more prone to such common sub-orcs bullying.

Aunt Emma and her daughter Misha are both sub-orcs of the canine family. When you and your sister were children, Aunt Emma helped you a lot. Knowing that it is not easy for your sisters, they often sell them at very low prices. The fruits and vegetables that are necessary for your life, and even often give you some small things that you don’t need. Although they are not valuable items, for you and Shalena who had almost nothing when you were young, they let you get through. The important kindness of the most difficult time.

"Aunt Emma, ​​Misha!"

Hearing your voice, it seems that the about **-year-old canine sub-orc girl raised her head with difficulty. One side of her white face was swollen from a beating, and there were obvious bruises on her forehead, and there was still a clear mark on it. Shoe prints stained with dirt and dust.

"Woo... Sister May... Um!"

The girl took a sigh of relief abruptly as if she had been injured, but even so, she still endured the pain and looked at you pleadingly.

"Please...hurry up and save my mother."

You can’t be angry, but it’s not a rush to get angry at the moment, you hurriedly lifted up Aunt Emma, ​​who fell on the ground and fell into a coma, and found that the corner of her mouth was bleeding, and there were a few drops of blood on the ground. Minced teeth.

You, who have always been gentle and gentle, couldn't help but arouse long-lost anger by this cruel picture.

You take a deep breath, suppress the distracting thoughts in your heart, and focus on releasing one of the most proficient advanced healing techniques you currently have to Aunt Emma.

Although the mana consumption of the high-level healing technique has been doubled several times, the effect is much faster than that of the low-level healing technique.

After a while, the wound on Aunt Emma's face, who was still pale, healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the painful expression gradually calmed down.

"Sister May, thank you!" The young female Orc thanked you in gratitude, and dragged her broken leg with difficulty, limping towards you and Aunt Emma.

"Misha, don't mess around, I'll come over to help you heal..."

You, who hadn't finished speaking, were suddenly grabbed by a big hand on your shoulder.

"Where is the pastor girl, dare to spoil my uncle..."

When the middle-aged mercenary with a grumpy and gloomy look saw your face turned away, the foul language suddenly turned into dullness and surprise.

"Damn... I didn't expect to see such a beautiful little beauty in such a place!"

The middle-aged mercenary smiled wickedly and greedily, and stretched out his hand to touch your face.

"Hey, little beauty, there is no way out in this poor country anyway. Why don't you follow me and my uncle will take you..."

You disgusted and turned away. When you were about to teach him a lesson with magic, the middle-aged mercenary suddenly screamed. He was about to touch your hand and inserted a small sharp dagger directly from him. The back of his hand passed through, the entire palm was thoroughly penetrated, and the blood kept flowing down.

In your impression, the people who use this kind of small dagger similar to the hidden weapon are generally apart from the assassin and thieves industry, then only the best at assassinating the cunning, evil, cruel and cruel nightfall elves.

The night elves are secretive. They are the only branch of elves abandoned by the goddess of nature. It is rumored that the ancestors of the night elves had offended the goddess of nature. Therefore, they were deprived of their faith and the gift of being loved by nature by angry gods. In order not to see the light, the dark creatures who can only linger in the dark corners, due to the long-term lack of sunlight, their skin gradually stained with a dark and unknown color, as if they were cursed, so they are called night elves by other races. .

It is the'elf who fell into the night'.

You follow your intuition from the bottom of your heart, and subconsciously look at the people around you, and your eyes meet a pair of different-colored eyes that are hidden under a black hood, like a cold and deep gold and red interlacing.

The slender figure of that person sneaked into the crowd like a ghost, and the low sense of existence could almost be ignored.

It seems that you did not expect your perception to be so sharp. After meeting your sight, his pupils shrank sharply, but they quickly returned to normal. The narrow, golden and red eyes narrowed dangerously, carrying The unabashed threat glanced at you coldly.

If you dare to expose his existence, you will be killed.

You read this information from his eyes.

So you quickly looked away.

The screams of the middle-aged mercenary finally stopped. He stared fiercely around him and threatened fiercely: "Which bastard attacked me? Get out of my uncle!"

But no one around responded.

The middle-aged mercenary cursed again unwillingly, his gaze fell on you again, but this time it was a bit more angry and vicious.

"Smelly girl cousin! Was it your old friend just now? Since he refused to come out, then I will keep this hatred on you..."

Before the other party's words are finished, the whole person disappears from your eyes.

No, to be precise, you disappeared from where you were.

Wait, why do you use the word again?

And you feel a strong arm wrapped in armor and gloves around your waist, and your back is also close to a wide chest still panting, as if coming from a long distance quickly, his breathing sound It became very messy, with a bit of distraction and lingering fear and fear.

"Miss May, are you hurt?"

Your body was pulled over, and you faced a handsome face that was still dazzling and dizzy with unbearable anxiety and worry.

"Reynolds...sir?"

Worried that a name that is too intimate will cause misunderstandings, you quickly changed your words, "My lord, why did you come here suddenly?"

Although a certain speculation is a bit weird, you think that the hurrying appearance of this noble knight seems to have come here for you.

And you can see the unbearable exhaustion on his face and the obvious bruises under his eyelids. It seems that he has not rested for many days.

After carefully examining your body and confirming that you were not injured, the worries in the eyes of the blond knight gradually disappeared.

"Great, this time finally..."

As if finally reaching the limit, Renault’s face showed a relieved smile, but in the next second, his expression changed suddenly, with one hand protecting your body, and the other hand withdrawing a sword to block the direction towards him. A silver long spear engraved with complex runes is stabbed fiercely on the front.

Holding the middle-aged mercenary who had lost consciousness with one hand, Garukh, who held the silver spear in the other hand, stared at Renault coldly.

"Human, you are not qualified to touch her."