Lugia, my name of the elf

One month later, Storm Tribe, at the end of the divided island, Jayne's family, early morning;

"The phantom of the deep ocean currents, the disaster of violent storms, the wonder of the tides and the moon, the chasers of the starry sky, the adventurous chants of the scorching sun and wind have been sung for a long time, accompanying you, the fearless God of Storms!"

In this peaceful and harmonious cabin, the sounds of Jayne's family of four praying devoutly could be heard slowly.

On the stone table in the wooden house, apart from the head of the family, Jayne, are his wife and two young sons;

However, in addition to his two young sons who prayed for more toys and joy, and his wife who kept the family healthy, Jayne made a completely different promise to his storm god during his prayers. desire;

"The storm is above, great god. During the battle with the demon god a month ago, I broke a leg and ended my career as a warrior prematurely."

"But I don't plan to give up. I plan to pick up my father's craft and learn the art of painting murals."

"God, please bless me. If possible, I hope to record the story of how the Seven Island Tribe gradually became the Storm Tribe, and pass it on from generation to generation, so that the descendants of the Storm Tribe can see it. .”

"Furthermore, the people of the Storm who cannot fight are worthless people. I hope to make some contribution to the tribe. Great God of Storms, please protect me!"

Jayne clasped his hands together, his expression extremely respectful.

Since his prayer time was longer compared to the previous month, this made his wife feel a little confused;

The two naughty little guys seemed to be dissatisfied with their father's delay in breakfast. They were already hungry and impatient, and knocked on the table in protest.

"Dear, what happened?" The wife understood her husband's mood and asked with concern.

"It's okay, this is my secret from the God of Storms." Jayne forced a smile on his face and pretended to be calm.

"Okay." The wife said no more. She knew that it would take some time for her husband to digest the cruel fact of having a broken leg.

Since he is no longer a warrior, Jayne's food ration will naturally not be as sufficient as before;

But under the orders of the new high priest, after participating in the god summoning ceremony and the battle with the demon like Jayne, the surviving warriors received special care.

Even if Jayne no longer works, the family of four will still receive abundant food every year until the two younger sons grow up.

But Jayne didn't want to do this. He was once a proud and honorable young warrior in the tribe. Losing his status as a warrior made him feel humiliated and unwilling.

As a man, as a former warrior, he hoped to do something for the Stormwind Tribe;

The strong self-esteem in his heart did not allow him to live a life of getting something for nothing.

Fortunately, Jayne's father was a very capable muralist and was good at carving patterns on cave rocks.

In the early years, Jayne also studied with his father for a period of time and showed his extraordinary talent.

But at that time, Jayne wanted to become a warrior of the tribe. He resolutely chose to become a warrior, which also went against the wishes of his old father;

And with no successor, old Jayne could only pass away quietly with regret.

Jayne couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, looking at the two little cubs who were devouring the food in front of him with a peaceful face, smiling bitterly at the uncertainty of fate in his heart;

Jayne never expected that he would return to his father's old business in this way.

But if fate is unpredictable, who would have thought that the former Seven Islands Tribe had been renamed the Storm Tribe;

The devil is dead, the tribe has new beliefs, and everything is a new beginning.

Thinking about the increasingly better life in the future, Jayne looked at his wife thoughtfully, she was a woman who was still beautiful and youthful, and his wife also noticed Jayne's gaze and looked back;

After the two looked at each other for a while, Jayne said slowly with a hint of meaning in his eyes;

"I remember that you liked your daughter..."

When Jayne's wife heard this, she was stunned for a moment, then blushed, stuffed the food on the table into her mouth, and mumbled softly:

"Ah."

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Seven islands, in the whirlpool of the deep sea;

Lugia, who was in a state of false drowsiness, suddenly trembled and woke up instantly. His face was full of speechlessness;

First it was Bosaline and Alor, and then it was the Jayne family. These damn tribesmen frequently showed affection and fed them dog food. It was really unreasonable.

Do you really think that the God of the Sea is so easy to get along with?I got anxious and had to take them apart one by one;

However, when he thought that it was also for the purpose of creating humans, Lugia immediately felt relieved. The increase in the population of the land of faith was undoubtedly a great good thing.

As the god of storms, Lugia, as long as someone calls the name of the storm devoutly and speaks the words of prayer accurately, Lugia can clearly sense it no matter where he is on the planet.

But whether to respond or not, everything depends on Lugia's mood.

After all, as a god, it is impossible for him to help ordinary tribesmen with the trivial matters in their daily lives.

Lugia had also set a principle for himself before, that is, he would only take action when the tribe was in crisis, or when someone who could change the course of the tribe appeared.

Now, people like Jayne meet the requirements of "people who change the course of the tribe."

As long as Jayne can paint the murals truthfully and brilliantly, through the murals, future generations can admire and understand the history of the arduous struggle of the ancestors;

For Lugia, nature is a great thing that they can only hope for.

Everyone knows that an ancient civilization full of cultural heritage and long history has educational significance for future generations, and it is also easy for future generations to deepen their impression of Storm Faith.

The murals recording tribal history are the sublimation of tribal beliefs and the cornerstone of tribal cohesion, which must not be underestimated.

If Jayne really showed his extraordinary talents and abilities during the mural, then this human being must be Lugia who needs special care.

For example, Lugia can use his divine power to play the entire process of the God Summoning Ceremony and the battle with the Demon God that day, like a movie, over and over again while Jayne is sleeping, allowing it to deepen his memory;

Of course, all the processes are really bloody and arduous. If Lugia does this for a long time, it will definitely become Jayne's nightmare, giving him a nightmare experience, and instead giving him mental torture;

After all, no one wants to recall the tragic and desolate battle situation that day. It was an almost one-sided massacre. If it had a negative impact or mental sequelae in Jayne's heart;

All that would be lost.

A safer approach would be to secretly grant Jayne his divine power.

The best Lugia can do is to force Jayne to extend his life span, and prevent him from being troubled by diseases throughout his life, so that he can concentrate on studying murals.

It would be best if Jayne could become a master and recruit a few disciples in his later years to carry forward this skill.

Although the above method is sound, it still takes nearly a hundred years;

But for Lugia, it's not a problem. What he wants most is time.

It only takes 100 years. It is expected that other tribes of mythical beasts will not be able to close the gap.

"Jayne, well, let's just record this human being for now. After all, starting from the ancient murals, it is very likely that the art of the first form of civilization will be born within the storm."