Sindorel opened her eyes, as always, with the dawn. The world came to life. The birds have already tightened the melodious trills behind her window. Began a new day. The next day is the one hundred thirty ninth year of life of a young elf girl. Another, but unusual. It is today that she will finally begin her training, the first serious step on the way to the Rangers. Fencing lessons and other training do not count.

Cleverly getting out of the plexus of vines that served her as a bed, the young elf bent over a small recess in the trunk of the tree, into which morning dew flowed along special grooves. The smooth water surface reflected the beautiful face. Almond-shaped eyes of clear sky color, long eyelashes, soft green skin, neat nose, full sponges ...

- As always, flawless! - broke the silence of the wood room gentle voice.

Having drunk crystal clear water and satisfied hunger with the fruit of the capital tree, the still naked girl flew out into a narrow passage of her home. The graceful jump ended in a lake, one of the many that were located directly under the house of Sindorel.

After much sprinkling, the girl slowly emerged from the water. Only dark green nipples hardened into stone said that the water in the lake was icy. This is also noticed by numerous viewers. A lot of young elves gathered every morning around this lake to gawk at a shameless elf who didn't even try to cover up the nude charms. The girl on the contrary, erotically bent over the water, squeezing moisture from long hair. Let drool drool, she thought scornfully.

Cleverly climbing one of the vines, the elf returned to her home. Submission is over! Here she finally clothed herself in a short top, assembled from small leaves and a short skirt from long leaves, but connected only by the tips on the belt. This skirt hid little, but did not restrain movements.

Having finished dressing and preening, she left the dwelling, and deftly running from one liana to another, went to one of the central trees. The tree was so big and tall that it could accommodate a whole city. At one of the central entrances the girl was already waiting for a small detachment of young elves led by a ranger.

- Sindorel! Late again! The ranger said, frowning menacingly.

- I...

- No time to make excuses! We are waiting! The ritual has already begun. Follow me! - Ranger threw and went deep into the tree.

Having passed several narrow wood corridors behind the tutor, the youth found themselves in an ample theater located around a level ground below. A lot of vines descended from the ceiling to the ground. Most of them were green, but a few were unexpectedly pinkish in color. Pink shoots were much softer and more sensitive than green ones.

Now green creepers, usually peacefully hanging, firmly holding the young woman suspended and crucified. A long, deaf dress, the color of wood bark, complemented by a fair length of train, fitted the crucified figure tightly. Only the elf's flat stomach remained open.

“The ritual of communicating with the forest,” the ranger said quietly, “sit around and make no noise.”

Taking a place closer to what is happening, Sindorel was able to consider the details of the ritual. The priestess's hands, thickly braided with greenery, were stretched in different directions. Four pink escapes penetrated under the hem of the hanging dress and, curving, went up, constantly stirring and trembling. The flat stomach that appeared from afar turned out to be strongly swollen and moved rhythmically to the beat of the pink shoots.The priestess, who trembled under each push, moved her lips silently.

- What an abomination! - quietly whispered Sindorel, - Giving myself fuck some kind of tree.

- It is an honor! - rang out over the very ear of the startled elf, the indignant whisper of the mentor imperceptibly sat down behind her, - Such intercourse is allowed only to the high priestesses! Speaking with the forest! So shut up and watch.

Fearful to death, she did not dare to object, the young elf bit her tongue, and obediently stared at the priestess who was zealously making up a tree, trying to portray awe.

After half an hour of monotonous fucking, the pushes finally stopped, the priestess slowly trembled, and a poisonous green substance spilled on the floor. There, where slurry fell, grasses immediately germinated and flowers bloomed. The otherworldly voice of the stretched priestess broke the silence of the hall.

- Southeast. Two dozen zombies crossed the far border!

Having finished speaking, the priestess sagged helplessly on the vines still holding her. Her belly began to slowly decrease, returning to normal, as the pink shoots were extracted.

- Get out! Shouted the ranger who jumped loudly.

The whole detachment, swiftly followed the mentor, making his way through the corridors, jumping over the vines and flying over the abysses in graceful jumps.

Soon, the whole squad had already reached a high stone wall encircling the city. The wall, which consists of a single piece of rock, covered with ivy and leaves, should have been an insurmountable obstacle for any enemy who wished to attack the forest city. No known siege weapon could break through such a thick, natural barrier.

Next to the wall was erected a lot of stone same buildings, which served as military warehouses for the people of the elves. In one of these and went to the group. Each student, no one taught the men to the Rangers, they gave out a short bow, a quiver of arrows with a wide tip and a massive dagger with a scabbard on the thigh.

- And so, listen! - the arming elves drew the attention of the mentor, - Zombies are not the most dangerous enemy. They are slow and stupid, but they are very hard to kill. So from afar, we shoot their limbs. So they will become fixed. Then we come and cut off the heads with a dagger. This is the most reliable way.

After waiting for the nod of each member of the squad, the ranger led everyone out and deftly climbed up the wall, carefully clinging to the shoots and unevenness.

Climbing up, the detachment jumped to the nearest tree and swiftly headed to the side indicated by the priestess.

An hour later, tireless jumps along the branches of trees, the armed detachment reached the border of the young forest. The trees here were not high enough and branchy so that they could move quickly.

- Get down to the ground! - commanded the leader. And the squad continued to move on the grass carpet.

Having finally reached the frontier, the ranger ordered everyone to stand still and keep quiet.

- Hear? She whispered loudly, "Crow!" They always accompany the zombies in the woods. Forward! But quiet! The dead are still able to hear!

The elfs moved on the crows as they crawled along the soft grass. Even the owner of the finest hearing, now, could not hear their footsteps in the usual forest noise.

Sluggishly wandering zombies, tirelessly stomping towards them alone with one well-known goal. A formless crowd of rotting meat crossed a narrow stream and entered a small clearing. When the last animated corpse came out from under the cover of the trees on the other side of the clearing, arrows flew. Wooden shafts easily pierced dead bodies, getting stuck in the joints, and sometimes cutting off limbs. When the last dead fell to the ground unable to move, figures folded in foliage emerged into the light and began methodically to separate dead heads from no less dead bodies. The squad was so carried away that he did not notice how huge wolves surrounded the clearing.

- On the trees! - shouted mentor, barely having heard the uterine growl.

All members of the detachment instantly soared through the branches. All, except for the former in the center of the glade, especially strongly carried away by cutting off heads, Sindorel.The girl was sweeping across the clearing, but gray hunters skillfully cut her off from the trees. Bouncing off to the center, she pulled the bow, pointing the arrowhead at the biggest wolf. Everyone froze in anticipation. The wolves were in no hurry to attack, and the girl was in no hurry to spend one of the last three arrows.

- Do not dare to shoot! - screamed ...