high castle elves

Facts have proved that even though the influence of the brooding flowers and birds has been completely eliminated from the body, it still has not been fully accomplished. The five-color light from a terrifying existence above the stars is still integrated into his spiritual lake, which makes Alamir feel a little palpitated. , under the illumination of the spiritual moon, it emits colorful light.

Riyaden... Woke up early in the morning and remembered the clear but distant dream last night. Alamir once again used Riyaden as his imaginary enemy and drew his sword 2 times (since he entered the intermediate level, he The sword drawing speed is several times that of before).

After last night, Alamir even felt like he was suddenly enlightened and transformed. In the past, when he practiced martial arts, he always felt a little awkward and disharmonious, but now everything became smoother.Although the total amount of Qi and skills have not improved much, after yesterday's epiphany, Alamir only felt that his whole person was different, and many things that were originally vague and seemed to be separated by a layer suddenly became clear.

At this point, before the fourth level of Nine Yins, he had no obstacles.

What is gratifying is that the upper limit of his spiritual power has greatly increased, and his spiritual power seems to have its own will and thoughts, becoming more agile and flexible.Now, his spiritual lake has become one-third larger. Although there is still so much spiritual energy in it, and it has not been upgraded, his spiritual energy seems to have been injected with some kind of "vitality", and it has a consciousness of its own. , unlike the original feeling of being a "dead object".

Judging from the distorted and spasmodic psychic notes, it seems that his psychic abilities are a bit closer to the standard after he entered the advanced profession and embarked on the path of paragon.

In this world, people with levels 1-10 are called heroes. They are mainly distinguished from ordinary people. The so-called heroes, that is, professionals, may jump extremely high or have great arm strength. Most of their combat targets are goblins, orcs, Beasts, giant spiders, cultists and other mid-level or lower-level monsters basically rely on their basic abilities and are still considered "human". For example, Wu Erlang who fights tigers in Jingyanggang, what he does is basically considered "human". It is the category of heroic adventure.

Almost as soon as the hero reaches the middle level, you can plan and prepare your path to paragon.

The so-called model road is from level 11 to 20. At this stage, you will become a model among heroes. Your actions can already affect the general trend of the region and begin to enter the "inhuman" field: you can By flying, you can not be afraid of fire, and occasionally you can go to the "sky" and the "earth" - to venture to the upper plane or the lower plane.For example, Senior Sister Red Dragon, when she settled in Black Horn Mountain, she was able to make the councils of the surrounding human kingdoms and valleys change certain policies because of her, and the locals also changed Black Horn Mountain to Blood Horn Mountain.

At level 11, you choose a special path, a path defined by certain special standards. You will receive a sublimation of abilities and begin to embark on the paragon (non-human) path, and embark on this path. The cornerstone of this is the advanced profession!

Generally speaking, it’s a job change!

The problem is, just last night, Alamir really felt a vague sense of the exemplary road in the dark, but what made him palpitate was that this great attraction actually came from the starry sky above his head!

So, Alamir quickly withdrew his psychic tentacles, resisting the growing desire in his body to plunge into the stars.

The starry sky is dangerous and scary. Thinking of the terror and weirdness above the stars in the Underdark, Alamir quickly calmed down and started to continue working.

They promised to live forever in Hamburg and not become legendary. No, at least they would be above the innate. After reaching a high level, they would consider going out. I would just settle down and be an ordinary elf from another world.

Unlike the two masters, I have a golden finger for killing monsters and upgrading, and I have a lot of "advanced materials" mastered by the masters at home. As the "boss" of a level 5 monk and a level 5 psion, Alamir Why do you think you should go out to fight monsters?

First build yourself a comfortable home, strengthen Hamburg's infrastructure and defense, and build a self-sufficient manor system before considering other things.

In fact, this is also the norm for alien creatures. Under normal circumstances, alien creatures "upgrade" very slowly. It all depends on personal talent and understanding. Without the guidance of a teacher, it is almost difficult to find the way forward, which leads to many alien creatures. The focus of aboriginal life is firewood, rice, oil and salt, rather than swords and swords, thinking about where to take risks and make a fortune every day.

Many creatures, including elves, did not reach the intermediate level until their death. Although the natives of the alien world were eager for power, they were often in a stagnant state where they could not find a way forward.

Those who can spawn monsters and upgrade are said to be "treatments" only available to the Son of the Killing God.

Although elves are better, their body shape is basically fixed around the age of 25, but things like affinity for magic, density of muscles and bones, completion of three views and education, etc., will slowly and continuously change over the next 100 years. Instead of growing to 25 meters at the age of 1, as Alamir had thought before, he would then practice in a human way until he reached adulthood with at least a dozen of skills.

If it was really that easy, then an elf at the age of 25 would have the same physical strength and mental capacity as an adult human. Then wouldn't an elf with a little "ambition" and advancement become invincible?Do elves still need to be pressed down and beaten by humans?Had to give up the center of the continent, hide in the mountains and forests, or even stay away from the mainland?

In fact, a 40-year-old elf is stronger than a 10-year-old human child in terms of strength, agility, magic affinity, intelligence, etc. Calculated, a 73-year-old boy like Alamir is also stronger. Almost an eleven or twelve year old boy.

This is surprising enough. If it were not for the legendary bloodline of saints, sons of gods, or chosen people, many elves might have been as strong as Alamir for the rest of their lives. On the other hand, the Lysmera Forest is far away from the Elf King's Court, and Alamir Mir is another gray elf, and the news that there is a genius or a suspected elect in the Deep Forest Valley has not spread to the Elf Kingdom.

Alamir thought about the upcoming Vesnaka Gallan Norton, and decided to use the word "gou" to the extreme.

Don't let your old mother think that you are a "genius". If the time comes, you have to take him back to your "hometown" to show off and show what an outstanding cub you have given birth to, and at the same time receive the orthodox and aristocratic elf education. , that’s it.

So, Alamir looked at the Hamburg land outside the window and prepared to pull out the potatoes and wheat in the field first.

The land purified by the elven spring water exudes a slight aroma of grass, but for those potatoes and wheat that have absorbed a lot of the demonic scent of the tauren, it is no more than strong acid...

During the watering some time ago, the wheat fell to the ground in large tracts, and the potatoes also withered in large tracts. The surface of the dug potatoes was also pitted with suspicious charred pits, which scared Alamire and almost wanted to activate his soul. The slave contract directly destroyed several demons physically and mentally!

He now finally knows where all the "devil" energy in his body comes from...

It turns out that mortal beings sign a contract with "demons" not only to resist their constant soul and mental pollution, but also to pay attention to their own aura when getting along with demons.

No wonder mortals who sign contracts with demons, even archmages, do not end well. It turns out that as long as the devil or the devil is by your side, you may be subtly affected by the Nine Hells or the Abyss... Alamir Seems to understand something.

Alamir suddenly realized this, and quickly drew out his heavy sword. Using the characteristics of the heavy sword, which had no edge but no workmanship, he removed the roots of all the crops on Hamburg's land. He then went to the bottom of the mountain to pick up a few loads of water for irrigation. , and then discarded these things near the cave on the top of the mountain.

Does this mean that in order not to eat poisonous food, I will have to grow my own food in the future? ?That tauren is of no use anymore. Kill it, disinfect it, bleed it, and become a beef man honestly... Thinking of the deliciousness of the other tauren last time, Alamir's mind flashed. Various words such as boiled beef, beef with enoki mushrooms, roast beef, beef stuffed with green onions, etc. came to mind, and tears of dissatisfaction flowed from the corners of the mouth.

Otherwise, tell them not to come back? ?Or, let the tauren come back alone and become the protagonist of a banquet? ? ?Walking on the foothills of Kaldor Mountain, Alamir began to consider such a question.

On the one hand, there are the combat forces that make up Hamburg and the slaves who help him do things, and on the other hand, there are "clean" grains that do not require his own energy to remove impurities. Alamir thought about it for a long time, but still did not have the heart to let the tauren come back... ...

While hesitating, Alamir had already subconsciously walked on the forest road in Lismera Village - this place was also shrouded in the magic of the elves and the divine power of Corellon and Melika. In addition to the elves and their friends, It is almost difficult for ordinary people to find and enter the elves' villages.

Although he doesn't know what human villages are like, Alamir's evaluation of elven villages is actually pretty good. Of course, he also knows that they are basically far behind the rural villages of later generations. From an objective point of view at that time, Said, although the elf village does not have running water, natural gas network and air conditioning... it is actually quite good.

The narrow road is paved with fine gravel and decorated with shells. Although the buildings on the roadside are simple, they are strong enough and have a delicate beauty unique to elves. Many of them are in harmony with the surrounding environment. Integrated into one, vines become its natural decoration. The ranger's animal companions such as cheetahs, wild boars, and owls are also washed clean, without the smell of the beasts themselves. There are also many elves drying all kinds of food at the door. Such herbs and fish...

Just watching all the way, Alamir's footsteps stopped in front of a huge tree in the southeast of the village.

"Doo do do -" He tapped the tree trunk lightly, like a cautious woodpecker.

Then, the vines on the tree began to weave rapidly, forming a semi-enveloping net, gently wrapping Alamil, and then slowly pulling him into a tree house in mid-air.Well...it's obvious that the owner of the treehouse also regarded Alamir as a child, and pulled Alamir into his residence in a way of teasing a child.

The vines dispersed immediately, and in front of Alamir was a wooden hut that seemed to grow on a tree. The hut outside had a wooden platform, which seemed to be the transformation of a giant tree that required at least 20 people to embrace. It is as big as 90 square feet, with wood pigeons, gem swifts, wood crows, owls, red-headed larks and other birds, as well as cheetahs, lynx and other animals lying on the platform to rest.

"Elder Canidos, may nature bless you." Looking at the man in front of him who was wearing clothes made of bark and a flower crown on his head, he was using a thin scimitar to bleed a dead deer on the platform. The male elf, Alamir, saluted the village's highest combat power, the owner of his herbology manuscript, the archdruid Canidos with respect in his eyes.

"I see the four elements singing around you, and nature loves you."

Canidos put the deer's blood into the barrel, and then added a moss called "Oak Father's Beard", dried Ningshen flowers and Morrow grass roots. Soon, bright red The deer blood turned into a suspiciously thick purple. Canidos nodded, scooped out two cups with a spoon, and poured the rest into a nearby wooden trough.

In an instant, all the animals on the platform, including the eagle still hovering in the sky, landed on the platform in an instant. Under the comfort of the druid's magic, all the animals began to drink blood in an orderly manner.

Gu Gu Gu Gu - Alamir even saw a glimmer of light among the animals, which was Milsi's increasingly shiny scalp.

"Samyang is a drink made with deer blood that can slightly improve strength and physique. It is very good for the growth of elves." Canidos handed over a cup, which was filled with fine foam and A horrible drink that smells of herbs and blood.

Alamir took the cup and drank it in one gulp, and licked the blood foam from the corner of his mouth...

"Sure enough, you have inherited the potential and blood of the Druid of Vesnaka..." Canidos's face was like an oak tree, and his eyes revealed a look of surprise. "Ordinary young elves don't have such a high level of acceptance of Sammy Yang."

"Thank you for your appreciation, elder." Alamir saluted. The bitter and spicy taste of the herbs in his mouth had not dissipated. The heat brought by the fresh deer blood made him feel warm all over, and his blood was stimulated. Under this, his physique actually became a little stronger.

No, who do you think I am? ?An ordinary elf who only eats fruits and fish, is a bit mysophobic, and dare not accept fresh food? ?As long as it can improve your strength, drinking some deer blood potion is nothing. If the deer blood is really useful, I would dare to hold the deer and chew it. Do you believe it?

Looking at Canidos' somewhat astonished expression, Alamir sneered in his heart, Haha, Chinese cuisine is extensive and profound, and even the level of dark cuisine is beyond your imagination. Wait until you have eaten raw eggs, stinky tofu, roasted lamb eyes, After having beef hotpot and boiled eggs in boy's urine, come and talk to me about the deer blood drink...

So he quickly sat cross-legged and meditated, working on his internal energy, trying to absorb all the medicinal effects of this deer blood drink called Sammyang.

Soon, his face turned slightly red and then returned to normal. Within a few minutes, Alamir opened his eyes and thanked Encarius.

"Dear elder, I may need some food seeds, as well as golden thorns and moonlight holly seeds." Alamir took out the magic bag, which contained the "food" he exchanged from those humans. According to the higher price than the elf market, a lot of them were moved out in one go.

As a druid, Canidos is not the gentle elder that Alamir imagined before. He sweeps the floor without harming the lives of ants and cares about moths and gauze lamps. On the contrary, his character is like the silent earth. It is even said to be similar to nature.

How should I put it? This is a kind of absolute neutrality. He puts himself into the perspective of nature and treats all things as a coward. This makes him sometimes appear indifferent and indifferent. Alamir often sees him killing some animals for food. But while killing some animals, he would also feed some animals and plants, such as these birds and beasts on the platform in front of his hut.

Looking at the food piled in front of him, Canidos slowly disappeared into the hut. The tree house built on the platform was only the part seen from the outside of his residence. In fact, his real residence was under this huge ancient tree. In the tree hole——

This ancient tree is so old that the heart of the tree has been eroded and decayed, and it has become the residence of the druid.

Soon Canidos came up from below, carrying a small bag made of deerskin.

"This is what you want."

"Thank you, Elder Canidos." Alamir looked down at the seeds in the bag. There was a druid's unique magic in it, which could make the seeds inside mature within two weeks.

Watching Canidos collect the grain, continue to cut up the venison, and throw some meat to the onlookers from time to time, Alamir found that even if he offered a "high price", the other party did not express his emotions. It feels like ogling a blind man.

So he bowed and brought back two plants with the ability to purify the land, preparing to interplant them in the fields and around Hamburg.

"Take it." A deer leg was thrown over, and Alamir took it. Looking at the other party's indifferent expression, he thought to himself that the other party was an "adult", but he was embarrassed to take advantage of a "child".

"Dear elder, Grand Druid of Canidos, can you give me the deer head?" Alamir looked at the antlers on the stag's head and suddenly remembered that his hamburger was missing some decorations.Canidos suddenly stared at him deeply, until Alamir was stunned by his look, and then he threw a huge deer head over...

"Thank you -" before the rest of the words could be said, a burst of green branches wrapped around Alamir, and then he was sent under the giant tree.

After the branches were loosened, many branches on the big tree were moving, completely blocking the tree house...

No, I just asked you for an extra deer head. Why do you look like you don’t want to see me so much?Alamir put the seeds back into his pocket, carried the bloody deer head, and paid Mirsi the "express fee" for two rolls of spicy rabbit meat rolls to send them back. Then he calmed down and walked to the center of the village. Walk to the clearing.

"Canidos??? Hahaha——" Enkarius, the only grocery store and tavern owner in the village, accepted the items Alamil brought from the human world at a "high price" and generously gave them to Alamil's Deep Forest Valley. After the traditional September delicacy, butter-fried salmon, Alamir was given a cup of herbal tea. Then he snapped his fingers, and the 0-ring magic trick immediately turned the hot herbal tea into ice.

"He just drove you away and served you the worst tasting Samyang. In fact, that's just-" Enkarius said in a tone that you don't understand in the adult world.

"Poor Alamir, I'd better give you a piece of Elf bread and fresh roasted pears, paired with some pickled walnuts, it's really delicious..."

"Thank you, Encarius." Alamir stared directly at him, and the five colors of light flashed in his pupils - since yesterday, his spiritual flexibility and strength have become much greater. But whenever he uses his psychic powers, his eyes will emit colorful lights, like a kaleidoscope.

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"Uh-Old mother, old mother, you are really unreliable. Are you trying to trick me??" An hour later, Alamir, who returned to Hamburg, took out the tongue of the deer and put it in the brine while cleaning the deer. I will fry the venison head meat tomorrow and marinate the venison legs for the time being.

Not far away from Alamir, Milsi happily pecked at the spicy rabbit rolls, making a gurgling sound.