Wizard World Irregular

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.

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.

Just like all the other Firbolgs, she was ten-feet tall. However, she exuded a gentle presence, like the grandma next door who liked to spoil her grandchildren.

"Sylva'anthae, Travelers," the Old Woman said.

(A/N: The forest welcomes you, Travelers.)

"Nai'theran, Great Shaman," Chloe replied.

(A/N: Balance be with you, Great Shaman.)

After the initial greetings were done, the Old Woman eyed the two Foreigners for nearly a minute before making a gesture for them to enter the Fortress.

Ethan and Chloe followed behind her, while the Barbarian and the Fey-Touched Firbolg remained outside of the Gate.

After entering the Fortress, Ethan and Chloe immediately saw countless houses built under giant trees.

They hadn't been able to see it from the sky, but it seemed that the interior of the Fortress was similar to a Forest.

The trees were just as tall as the Wooden Gate, nearly fifty meters tall.

Noticing that they had visitors, the Filborgs curiously looked at Ethan and Chloe as the two followed behind their Great Shaman, the spiritual leader of their race.

"Forgive my brethren for staring," the Old Woman said without turning around, as she continued to walk. "It has been centuries since guests have last graced us with their presence. In fact, I didn't think that there would be anyone who would be able to enter the Sylvan Realm from the outside.

"But seeing one of our descendants, no matter how thin her blood may be, proves that our race still thrives beyond the borders of Sylvarath Aelindor."

The Old Woman's words were gentle and even had a tinge of happiness.

Clearly, seeing a descendant of the Firbolgs has made her happy because Chloe's existence proved that their brethren, who decided to mingle with the people of the Shire Continent, were able to leave their descendants behind.

The Firbolg Race was a long-lived race.

Although not as long-lived as the Elves, they could live for up to five hundred years.

The Old Lady walked as if she was just taking a stroll, but the two teenagers could tell that she was allowing them to observe the other Firbolgs, who were also observing them.

Children, adults, and old Firbolgs alike, both Normal-Looking and Fey-Touched, were looking at Ethan and Chloe as if they were some rare creatures that they hadn't seen for a long time.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The Firbolg Children, who had never left their Fortress, boldly pointed their fingers at Ethan and Chloe, asking their parents what they were.

Ethan was already used to being stared at by many people, so he wasn't fazed by their stares.

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.