Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree

Chapter 281: Chapter 270 Streamwood Town and the Guards

Holy Mania Empire, Fengye Territory at the southwestern border.

As the empire’s frontier outpost, on the map, Fengye Territory seemed like a protruding dagger, crossing the Vimur River and diagonally inserted at the junction of the Dark Mountain Range, Elf Forest, and Aries Kingdom.

In fact, a thousand years ago, this place truly belonged to the original Elf Forest. Many Elf Ruins remain on the territory, and they have become a popular destination for some nobles and travelers…

Southwest of Fengye Territory, Streamwood Town.

The winter sky was incredibly blue. The biting cold wind made the frozen windmill at the town’s entrance creak, while the houses built from bricks and wood still had a considerable layer of snow remaining.

In the old alley, smoke lazily wafted upward, exuding the aroma of bread and roasted meat. Occasionally, the sounds of children playing and frolicking could be heard.

At the town’s entrance, in the guard’s watch post.

The campfire danced to the crackling of dry wood. Two guards, one fat and one thin, clad in leather armor, sat around the fire, drinking murky ale in a drunken stupor while roasting a plump rabbit they had just caught in the wild, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

“Burp… is it ready yet?”

The short and chubby guard belched drunkenly.

He eagerly eyed the golden, oil-dripping rabbit meat exuding a tempting aroma, swallowing his saliva with expectation and asking eagerly.

“Don’t rush, roast it a bit longer! It’ll be tastier!”

The tall and skinny guard in charge of roasting the rabbit meat rolled his eyes, took out a small bag with care, and opened it to reveal some fine salt.

Watching him, he painstakingly took some and sprinkled it on carefully,

“Add a bit of salt, it’ll taste better.”

“Burp—”

The short and chubby guard, fixated on the golden oil-dripping rabbit meat, had his eyes increasingly glued on it.

While the two were busy roasting meat, suddenly, the copper bell hanging on one side of the watch post issued a series of clear chimes.

The tall and skinny guard turned his head to look, and his expression immediately became stern,

“Hmm? The trap’s been triggered!”

The chubby guard, however, was suddenly invigorated,