Deathworld Commando: Reborn Chapter 313 313: Vol.9 Ch.294- Odd Friends

Sorry about the late post and missed post; I had so personal matters co up last week, and I'm still handling them. I owe you an extra chapter this week, which I'll get out either Wednesday or Thursday. Also, my July vacation is settled on the 13th of July, but the chapter will be delayed till later in the following week. Thanks for your understanding and I'll see you again soon.

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We've spent over a week in the forest, and it's proven as dangerous as everyone's said. A person could not go a single day without running into a monster or wild animal prepared to fight to the death for rely existing in the sa place as them. The ecosystem's hostility was greatly underestimated, honestly.

It made sense that Brax and even Luminar, after it, had not managed to colonize the entire place. Even if an entire army was marched into the forest, there were creatures strong enough to kill hundreds of densely packed n with a single strike. That Ent by itself could have folded an entire section by itself before it was put down.

But it only took one glance to see why Luminar desperately wanted to maintain so level of control over the region. The raw resources were astounding. Just off monster material alone, it must have made for a hefty percentage of Luminar's inco, and that wasn't including the small settlents littered in the forest, either mining or farming a dungeon of its valuables.

Yesterday, we stopped at what could only be a small hovel, with a hundred or so people, a third of them soldiers from the military stationed there for defense. Monster attacks were rampant, even against a walled settlent, at least every three days or so we were told, but the mines themselves were producing at a staggering rate.

I didn't personally enter the mines, but the depots on the outside were stacked to the ceiling with iron, copper, and nickel, and an overhanded comnt from the foreman and how they wouldn't even finish the mine before his great-grandson's death showed the value alone. The forges were running at nearly all tis of the day, churning raw material into sothing easier to transport. It also made sense why bandits were so keen on targeting those places; the forest was dangerous, but the riches were too alluring even for criminals.

The mining town had just arrested a small group of them attempting to make away with goods during a monster attack, at least what was left of them. Mot ended up getting themselves mostly killed by the sa monsters they were trying to use, and the others surrendered before they were wiped out entirely. There was a sliver of hope that they were a part of the insurrectionists, but they were just your average bandits or outlaws trying to capitalize on the chaos of a battle. However, they weren't utterly useless as they had t up with so in the forest.

Their tacit agreent not to step on each other's toes was as weak as their morals, and they were more than happy to reveal what they knew to avoid an imdiate execution. Now, Santer and Elowen were tracking their last known whereabouts, and according to them, we were getting close.

Durak was referring to the map before he let out a satisfied grunt and folded it away for safekeeping. "Anything particular about this part of the forest?" I asked.

"It was cleared not long ago by another team. Shouldn't be anything too dangerous for the ti bein' if those bandits are around," he answered.

As if answering his words, Santer rushed back toward us through the trees and reported, "We found them. What is left of them."

Durak shook his head, and we followed Santer through the woods. What was left of them was an apt description. It was nearly impossible to tell what I had even killed them.

Their campsite was overturned and probably held about ten people, but the only thing left was dried blood and freshly cleaned bones. Whatever monster that got to them didn't even leave a scrap of clothing. Even the weapons themselves were completely absent from the scene.

"Do monsters usually loot weapons?" I asked, kicking over a discarded ribcage.

"So do if they have the fingers for'em. Got so Kobolds from a dungeon break nearby, not too long ago, nasty bastards target people more than monsters. They loot what they can when they finish, but they don't do this kinda work. Not out in the open anyway," Durak muttered.

"It's more likely that a monster that eats tal got to them. Those are common enough," Ingra said with a shrug.

I was going to ask another question before everyone tensed, and I reacted first. My spear was in my hand, and already mid-thrust toward the sound from the tree beside , before Elowen shouted for to stop.

From the crack in the tree, a bright purple creature buzzed out. It was about the size of a person's head, and its entire body was covered in fur. Its translucent wings fluttered rapidly, suspending the creature, and a long stinger protruded from its abdon, only to retract itself slowly.

It looked to be just a giant bee, and surprisingly, it seed completely docile, not even reacting to our presence as it floated in the air, watching us with its big insectile eyes.

Elowen gently grabbed the creature as she cooed, "Ahhh, aren't you just the cutest thing in the forest? A little scout working hard, mhm?"

The creature let out a small buzz with its wings as if agreeing, and it even let itself be grabbed and held by her. "Yes, you are, aren't you? Are you the one who killed those bad n, mm? I bet you did, yes, you did," she said softly as she pet the creature.

What the hell?

"Ah, must be your first ti seeing one of them, huh? There is a rare species of monster we just call them Hivers. They are the best thing to find around here since they protect a large area of the forest. As long as they aren't attacked or you don't approach their hive, they are super friendly. They even have enough brains to trade things with people, but you gotta find the warriors and workers first," Geoffrey explained.

"Even so…to let itself be held that way? Is that normal?" I asked hesitantly.

"Well, not usually. It wouldn't let do that to it, but for so reason, they really like Elves, like really like them. That's probably why it didn't attack you right away despite you nearly impaling it," he said.

"Good thing to because they are vengeful little things. They'll mark you, and you'll be sward anyti you enter their territory. The scouts, like this one, will fly at you and explode, leaving nothing but venom and pain," Ingra groaned.

"I see…there really are all kinds of monsters," I said.

Elowen looked over at us as her face reddened and she cleared her throat. "Ah…sorry. I just find these things…very cute, is all," she muttered.

She let the scout go, and it hovered over to Cerila. Everyone looked ready to yell, but I told them she was a half-Elf, and apparently, that was good enough. The monster plopped into her outstretched hands as she gently caressed it with a warm smile.

The monster even seed to be enjoying itself as it rolled around and pressed its plump body against her hands. "Why don't you give it a try? I'm sure Dark Elves are just the sa. Even heard so of 'em braggin about it one ti," Thrak said.

"I'm not so sure about that. Animals and I never seem to get along very well. It's been like that since I was a boy," I said.

I'm also not keen on holding a biological bomb in my hands…

Thrak looked at as if I had said sothing strange as he looked over to Santer, who seed to share the sa opinion. I didn't get to question it before Cerila gestured to and opened her hands for the creature to fly toward , and to my surprise, it did.

Despite my better judgnt, I extended my hands and let the creature glide into them. I was t with an imdiate sense of softness that even the finest carpets could not match. The creature let out low buzzes with its wings as it nestled itself into my hands without a care in the world, letting gently run my fingers through its purple fur. It even licked with its long tongue.