Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 1036: Protector Of The Sylvan Realm [Part 2]

chapter 1036: protector of the sylvan realm [part 2]



"greetings, guardians of sylvan," chloe said in a respectful tone. "we come from the outside world, and we wish to see the great shaman so that we can ask for their advice on how to deal with the dangers that we will face in the future."

"danger?" the barbarian firbolg frowned. "what danger? are the fomorians attacking?!"

the fey-touched firbolg frowned before walking closer to chloe. he then crouched down and stared straight into her eyes.

"although it is faint, i sense that thy blood belongs to our race," the fey-touched firbolg said. "are you perhaps a descendant of ours?"

chloe nodded. "indeed, i am a descendant of the sylvan race, and i have come to ask guidance from the great shaman."

the fey-touched firbolg nodded before glancing at ethan.

he gave the young man a long and hard look before an expression of surprise appeared on his face.

"interesting," the fey-touched firbolg muttered before shifting his attention back to chloe. "is he your protector?"

chloe nodded. "he is my husband."

ethan blinked once then twice, but he didn't say anything to refute chloe's words. he even moved closer to the young lady and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"yes, she's my wife," ethan answered, making the fey-touched firbolg smile.

"elmhart, please inform the great shaman that a descendant of sylvan asks for an audience," the fey-touched firbolg said.

the barbarian firbolg nodded, and walked towards the wooden gate.nôv(el)b\\jnn

ethan watched with amazement as the barbarian firbolg walked through the gate like a ghost.

the surprise on the young man's face made the fey-touched firbolg smile.

"i'm sorry that we cannot directly take you inside the city," the fey-touched firbolg said. "unless the great shaman allows it, we must not let foreigners, even with sylvan blood, enter sylvarath aelindor so easily."

chloe nodded. "i understand, great protector. we will wait until the great shaman makes their decision."

fortunately, they didn't have to wait for a long time.

nearly fifteen minutes later, the wooden gate slowly opened, revealing an old lady with a walking stick.

on the other hand, chloe was feeling a little uncomfortable. she had always been lowkey and had never tried to get the attention of others.

fortunately, she was walking hand in hand with ethan, making her feel less anxious.

the fortress of the firbolg was huge, and as they walked, the young man had a feeling that exploring it for a day or two wouldn't be enough.

the old lady kept on walking, giving more and more members of her race the opportunity to see ethan and chloe, who had come from the outside world.

when she felt that the time was finally right, the walking stick in her hand hummed faintly.

the moment the old lady tapped it on the ground, a spell similar to haste washed over ethan's and chloe's body, allowing them to move and walk faster.

in fact, a single step was similar to them taking ten steps ahead, making their travel time ten times faster than usual.

nearly half an hour later, they finally arrived on what seemed to be the biggest tree at the center of the fortress.

"welcome to my humble abode," the old woman said. "once inside, we can exchange our names and finally dwell on the main reason why the two of you entered our lands. i suppose the two of you didn't journey all the way to this place to merely have a cup of tea with me, did

you?"

the old woman then opened the door of her house and made a welcoming gesture,

prompting ethan and chloe to come in.

once they were inside, the young lady was finally able to breathe easier.

getting stared at by countless firbolgs was something she wasn't used to.

although their gazes only held curiosity and had no malicious intentions, their sheer numbers

were like a mountain pressing on her shoulders.

ethan was very curious about the firbolgs.

they seemed to be a race of giants who were similar to the fomorians.

but unlike the fomorians, who had a bloodthirsty and even intimidating presence about

them, the firbolgs were the complete opposite, making him feel that their visit in sylvarath aelindor might lead to a pleasant surprise.