[Comprehensive · Main HP] Arthur's Adventure

The elf elder nodded, "I am Hurley Singerson, the elder of the Singerson tribe." He looked at Arthur, and continued, "You can live with us in our tribe temporarily. However, a wanderer always returns home. No matter what the time is, the best choice is to stay with your own people.”

Arthur didn't quite understand what he meant. What does it mean to stay with one's own tribe?Normally, shouldn't it be said that he will send himself back to the gathering place of the human race?

After living for a period of time, Arthur became even more confused. Where is such a large virgin forest?There is also Zhuolu, why is there no record of this pure creature like a unicorn?

But the elves rely on creatures like Zhuolu to lead the way, constantly looking for new places to live.

This is completely different from the elves recorded in the history books.

If it wasn't for an error in the historical records, then there is only one possibility left.This may not be his original world.

Finally, they came to a town in the north.This is the territory that the human king bestowed on the elves to thank his best friend, a hero of the elves.

This is a barren and desolate territory.Long-term poverty has made this land full of various crimes.

Their clan of elves was the first to rush to this land.As soon as they found a suitable place, they were surrounded by a group of locals before the luggage on the carriage could be put down.

Looking at the greedy and lustful eyes of those people, Arthur frowned.

It's going to be a tough fight.

Everyone clenched their weapons tightly, and Arthur also drew out the two one-handed swords on his back.

What followed was a scuffle.

In the end, three of the elves died and seven were injured, but the group of people saw that the situation was wrong, and most of them fled.

The corpses of the same family were collected, the injured were settled, and the human corpses were carried out and thrown away.Then, the hunters began to clean up this area, to tidy up the place, and then set up camp.

Arthur was sweeping the ground when something glowing caught his attention.

Arthur will walk over and find that it is a shard of a mirror.Arthur picked up the shard of the mirror in a strange way.This fragment is not small, and it clearly reflects Arthur's appearance.

Black hair, black eyes, and the same appearance as before, except that his ears have become pointed like elves.

Arthur accidentally dropped the mirror.

Although he had expected it, Arthur couldn't help being shocked when he actually saw it.He turned into an elf!

Arthur was distraught.

Several hunters near him noticed that something was wrong with Arthur, thinking that he suddenly remembered something, so they asked him to rest.

During this time, Arthur has been feigning amnesia.

Arthur sat on a stone beside him, expressionless, wondering what he was thinking.

Hurley came over with his stick that never left him, "Are you okay?"

Arthur nodded and shook his head.

Hurley reached out and patted Arthur on the shoulder, "No matter what your past is, our Singerson tribe will always be your backing."

Arthur smiled reluctantly at Hurley, "I know, I want to be alone now."

Hurley pressed Arthur's shoulder firmly with his hand, then stood up and left.

Arthur was immersed in his own thoughts, and it took a long time to calm down.

Anyway, he has now come to a completely strange world and become an elf, he has to accept the reality.

Because Arthur told everyone that he lost his previous memory, he was allowed to follow Hurley's side to 're-understand' the common sense on this continent.

It's a very strange world.

There are several races in this world, but except for the human race, the other races have a miserable life. They live on the land abandoned by humans.Among them, the most miserable is the elves.They were kicked out of their homeland, lost their inheritance, and the tribe was divided into two. Some were called urban elves, but in fact they were slaves of humans.The other part is the Dalixi elves who have no fixed place all their lives and can only wander around the world.They are unwilling to surrender to humans, and spend their entire lives trying to restore the lost heritage of the elves and regain their former homeland from humans.

But the Dalixi elves are not united, they are in a state of disunity, doing their own thing.

Not for nothing, Arthur thought.Then he sighed.

Another thing worth mentioning is the wizards. The situation of the wizards here is much better than that in their original world.

Although all the people with magical talents were caught in the wizard tower and their reputation was not very good, they hadn't gotten to the point where they had to hide from the world and not let ordinary people know about it.

Arthur touched the wand hidden in his sleeve, his heart sank.He was not Hurley's disciple. Once the Templars found out that he could use magic, he would definitely be caught in the wizard's tower.

It's not that Arthur doesn't want to learn the magic of this world, but compared with this, Arthur still prefers freedom.

After all, all wizards are not allowed to leave the Wizard Tower until they have completed their studies, and self-taught wizards are more likely to be executed directly if they are caught.

Arthur didn't want to be lucky, so he could only learn swordsmanship and archery from the old hunter with the children of the Singson tribe.

It was the first time for Arthur to touch a bow and arrow. He didn't even have the right posture to draw the bow. He didn't even need to aim, and he was able to hit the bull's-eye a hundred paces away.

For him, archery seemed as simple as eating and drinking.

As for swordsmanship, Arthur can learn it just by watching it once, and he can even quickly simplify the original moves, making them less fancy and more lethal.

This terrible talent amazed the old hunter who taught the children, and then became the patriarch to teach him himself.Only the strongest elf in a clan can become the patriarch.And it should be self-evident what his teaching means.This made Arthur feel a little touched. After all, for the Singerson tribe, he was not a member of their tribe, but a seriously wounded man picked up from a battlefield. It was a miracle that he survived.

But now the Singerson tribe has taught them everything.

Arthur stood up, and he patted the dust off his body.He looked at the other elves who were busy.

Maybe, I can try to accept them, can't I?

After picking up his mood, Arthur continued to work.

All the tents were set up before dark, and the elves on watch and patrol were arranged, and the other elves got into the tents.

Arthur was one of seven men in charge of patrol tonight.

He carried two swords and quiver on his back, and held a bow in his hand.Several patrolling people set up a few secret signs and marks for each other, and then scattered in all directions, each looking for a place to guard.Because Arthur has the highest force value, he is responsible for moving back and forth between various guard points, delivering information and providing assistance.

Although a wave of invading bandits had just been killed during the day, the patriarch Alva did not relax his vigilance.There are twice as many elves on duty today as usual.

It was night, and the bandits really entangled a large number of people to take revenge.

Arthur was moving to the third warning point, but he ran into this group of people on the road.

Arthur reacted very quickly, tearing open the scroll of the big fireball technique given to him by the elders before those people could react.

Groups of fireballs fell from the sky, covering the whole area.

There were so many robbers that there was nowhere to hide because they were crowded together.Arthur drew his bow and shot arrows, and those robbers were like fish on a chopping board, they could only let Arthur's arrows and the fireballs falling from the sky harvest their lives.

When Alva rushed over with some people, only Arthur and the human corpses were left here.

"This..." Alva was speechless for a moment, but soon, he frowned.

He looked over the corpses of those people, all of them were wearing armor, and the equipment in their hands was fairly good.It can be said that this group of people came prepared.But I didn't expect to meet Arthur, and was wiped out by the group.

"You did a good job." Alva stood up, smiled and patted Arthur on the shoulder.

Arthur nodded.

Alva left some people here to protect the site, took the other part back to continue guarding the camp, and led Arthur's guards to rush to the city lord's mansion overnight.

Now, the king's best friend is a Dalixi elf, and this land has been given to the elves to live in. Seeing that there are several elves, the guards didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly turned around and entered the door to report to the city lord.

The castellan was a middle-aged man with a big belly, his reddish-brown hair tied back in a bow tied with a green ribbon.

Seeing Alva walking in front, he said enthusiastically, "Oh, elves, our good friends of humans! I don't know why you came here late at night?"

Alva and the others saluted the city lord very respectfully. Arthur didn't understand the etiquette here. He hadn't learned these yet, so his movements were a little clumsy.

Alva explained the cause and result of the incident to the city lord, and concealed the fact that it was Arthur who slaughtered the robbers by himself.

"That's it. We are not fighting against human beings, but just to protect ourselves."

The city lord quickly waved his chubby hands, "I understand everything, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart, these robbers, they are very numerous and extremely cunning. I have sent troops to encircle and suppress them several times, but they all seem to know in advance After hearing the news, they disappeared early in the morning. But you have to be careful, this time you have killed so many of them, they will definitely not let it go!"