Elven Survival Manual

The choice of the God of Glory, Tralomio, is also due to the poor vision and bad luck of this conscious body separated from Galariel.

It found Tralomio in the dungeon, and it was still at the stage that Tralomio was disguised as another god to deceive players not long after the dungeon opened, so his appearance still looks glorious and holy, without any corruption signs.

The consciousness body, which is not very smart, is easily deceived by Tralomio's disguise-no way, even if it is very smart, it can't distinguish the NPC data, otherwise it won't find "DW" .

The conscious body that thought this god seemed very friendly summoned this Tralomio.

As a result, it stuck itself into this summoning.

Tralomio's divine body was mostly destroyed by the demon king at that time. As soon as he came over, there was a white, fat, delicious-looking, unsuspecting conscious body in front of him, and his evil thoughts suddenly surged. The opportunity to speak directly swallowed the consciousness body.

(Elf: No wonder I didn't communicate with the natural consciousness in the Tarotka forest. It turned out that I was eaten by you.)

Although this consciousness body is only a small piece separated from Galariel, it has been warmed by the Vala continent for thousands of years, and its energy is much stronger than that of Galariel who is getting weaker and weaker. Because of this, Only then will it be able to sense the situation of Galariel, but Galariel doesn't even know its existence.

Tralomio, who had eaten the consciousness body, did not say that he had fully recovered, but he was also much better. By the way, he also received the memory of the consciousness body.

Tralomio, who came ten years earlier than the elves, immediately decided to gather the power of human belief after knowing that there were no other gods on this continent. The current Pope asked him to establish the Sun God Sect to gain the power of faith for himself.

Ten years is enough for him to obtain the power of faith enough to restore his strength.

As long as he is given enough time, Tralomio believes that he will surpass the God of Light sooner or later, and then he will go back again to clean up all the demon gods who offended him.

Elf: It's a good idea, I hope you don't become an NPC again after you go back.

After listening to his long speech, the elf who finally knew his origin was very puzzled: "You haven't said how you found me yet."

"Because of the life potion." Tralomio proudly said: "Others don't know the source of this potion, but it doesn't mean I don't know. This potion is obviously a product of our world. After looking at him, I knew that someone from that world must have come over."

Didn't expect him to be targeted so early.

However, he didn't seem to notice the existence of the monsters. Otherwise, with his crazy appearance now, seeing the enemy who almost killed him, he couldn't be so calm.

The elf asked him tentatively: "How do you know that I made the life potion? If it happens, I won't be alone."

Tralomio sneered: "Your appearance is so conspicuous. I devoured the consciousness body, got its memory, and also understood its criteria for summoning creatures. Apart from gods, what else is better than the darling of nature—— Are elves better suited to save the world?"

"So as soon as they described you, I knew you were the chosen one."

"As for the others, they are probably recruited by you." He looked contemptuously at the demon king who had been quietly standing beside the elf: "The strength seems to be better than my followers."

The demon king who has restrained all the characteristics of monsters hides his strength very well. In the eyes of the sun god, he is probably the appearance of an eighth-level human being.

The elves realized: they can't recognize people like this, it seems that these natural gods are all face-blind, which is really not nonsense.

After talking so much, the sun god was impatient: "Say your decision, Elf."

"I don't understand why you are so persistent in asking me to surrender to you."

The elf looked at Tralomio with a puzzled face, and before the latter spoke, he revealed a fact he had concealed.

"Don't tell me anything to save the world."

The elf shook her finger: "It is true that the Vive Continent is on the verge of destruction, but this has nothing to do with Vera. The Vera Continent is very stable. Even if the Vive Continent is destroyed, it will continue to exist, so it is not a matter of saving the world or not. You have nothing to do with it, and I don't think you have the kindness to care about another continent."

"So you are not going to accept my invitation."

"Yes!" The elf nodded and said, "I've heard that as long as you make a promise to the gods, you will be protected by a magic contract. If I promise you, then I will really be at your mercy from now on, isn't it?" ?"

He's not that stupid.

"You know a lot." Tralomio's eyes flashed with anger, but soon, he didn't know what good things he thought of, and he became calm again, with a hint of pride in his eyes: "very Well, it is indeed the carrier of my choice."

carrier?

As soon as these words came out, the Demon King's eyes sharpened, his fingers moved slightly, and he was grabbed by a hand.

The Demon King, who was about to make a move, paused for a moment before calming down again.

The elf calmly appeased the Demon King, frowned and glared at the sun god in front of him: "You want my body?!"

This sounded a little ambiguous, and he quickly added: "You want to possess me? Why? Why would you, a god, like a mortal body?"

"Of course I don't like it." Tralomio's tone was cold, with a hint of disdain.

The gods are all proud, how could they be willing to squeeze into the body of a mortal (here refers to all humanoid creatures), the body of a mortal is really too small, when the gods are possessed, it is like barely wearing a suit that does not fit The clothes are the same, where will be comfortable.

But Tralomio had to.

On this new road, the evil power of the original world was isolated, and Tralomio did not continue to fall, but his originally polluted divine power could not be changed back, fortunately because of the natural power that devoured the conscious body , coupled with his own disguise, the divine power shown by Tralomio still looks very bluffing.

But after so many years, the force of nature has already been transformed into his own energy by him. Originally, this was a good thing for him, which meant that he had completely digested these energies.

But after Tralomio transformed most of the devoured power of nature into his own power, he felt the rejection of the world.

As I said before, gods cannot really appear in the world of mortals. Although this world allows conscious bodies like Galariel to exist, they are children born of itself, and it doesn't care.

But Tralomio is an outsider. When the natural force of the conscious body confuses the world, he can still enjoy himself in this world. But when his ability recovers and the natural force disappears, the world will find him as an outsider. Wanted to drive him out.

Of course Tralomio didn't want to leave, although he knew where he would end up after being expelled, and he was also reluctant to part with the power of faith here.

So Tralomio began to think of ways to avoid the attention of the world. His first thought was to hide himself in the body of a mortal in this world, and find a cover for himself.

But Tralomio's divine power cannot be accommodated by ordinary humans. Those possessed by him will consume a lot of vitality, so these people will not live long. So far, he does not know how many bodies he has changed.

"Now I don't have to worry about this problem anymore." He looked at the elf as if looking at a favorite piece of clothing: "The elf that can be selected by that conscious body is probably not an ordinary elf, if I guessed correctly , your status in the elves must be very high, and the lifespan of the high elves is almost comparable to that of the low gods, as long as I get your body, I don't have to worry about not having a body anymore."

While he was speaking, the pattern on the ground suddenly lit up.

The elf suddenly lowered his head, only to realize that the patterns that he thought were just ordinary decorations were actually hidden magic circles.

And this array——

"It's the magic formation!"

The elf was a little dazed, why is he always inseparable from this thing?In the past, the demon king locked him with the magic bracelet, and now the sun god also used the magic circle to deal with him.

Sure enough, he feels like a weak chicken who knows nothing but magic?

"Haha, you found out too late!" Tralomio laughed loudly: "The magic circle has been activated, and you can't do anything without magic power, Elven Grand Magister Luvita Lagerfeld Your Excellency Sylvester."

The elf was stunned: "You know me?!"

Unexpectedly, not only did he recognize the other party, but the other party also recognized him.

But this guy is face blind, how did he recognize him?

"Of course I know you." Tralomio proudly said: "As I said, I swallowed that consciousness and got its memory, so I know exactly what kind of character it and its body are. They Only the best people will be selected for summoning."

Tralomi pointed to himself: "I was the strongest among the gods who were still awake at that time, and you—"

"There are two most outstanding elves in the elves, the elf queen and the elf great magister. I have been in contact with the elf queen and remember her breath, so you can only be the great magister, am I right?"

Seeing his expression, Tralomio knew he was right.

"In order to prevent your body from being harmed and affect my use, I have painstakingly arranged this magic barrier."

The elf said coldly: "But I am also an outsider. Even if you succeed, you will still be expelled."

"No, you won't. That consciousness will brand the summoned object to prevent the savior it summons from being thrown out by the world. I also had it on me, but the brand was erased when I devoured it."

"So, you are the most suitable candidate."

"Now, give me your body! Your soul will also become my nourishment and fuse with me."

"This is an honor that no one else can ask for."

The fallen god finally tore away all the camouflage, stared at his prey with a ferocious face, pressing every step of the way.

Soon, he will no longer have to worry about being expelled, and this world will eventually belong to him!

The author has something to say: Elf: Face-blind enough to recognize me? ! ! ! ∑(°△°|||)︴

Demon King: His body!his soul!Everything he has belongs to me, you scumbag, go to hell! (#‵′)convex

Sun God: I always feel that I will suffer o(╥﹏╥)o