Chapter 8 Years Passed
“Then several more years passed, during which I saw humans passing by on the commercial road in the distance, but my remaining instinct told me that as long as I dare to see them like this. All that is waiting for me is arrows and flying knives."
"I walked through the forest, flew over the wilderness, and wandered aimlessly around the Bay Coast Highway. For five years, I traveled hundreds of kilometers and left my traces everywhere on this land."
"I finally found the Druid society living in seclusion nearby. What makes people angry is that they did not make their home in the forest, but in a valley. The camp was not near Cloak Forest, but to the north of Sharptooth Forest, near the outskirts of the Jonsa River."
Oh, it’s really depressing to think about it now. In fact, it is shown in the game that they do not live in the forest, but I was so excited that I forgot about it when setting the background.
Then the system acted like an artificial retard, asking me to find a druid without giving me a place. Finally, if I hadn't seen a large area in the sky filled with shadow curses, it activated part of my memory.
Then we took a long detour and walked eastward along the Jonsa River, and then we found the druids.
“At that time, my memory had not fully recovered, and the devil’s bloodline still had a certain influence on me. Moreover, at that time, I had no idea why I wanted to go to them, and I just subconsciously followed the arrangements of the system. . ”
Before I awakened my memory, the system panel had never appeared in front of me, and the system prompts had been ignored by me since I was born. I was young and ignorant at the time. Didn't realize anything was wrong.
“In short, after I found them, I appeared in front of them without any hesitation, and then they almost killed me as a little devil running out of hell.”
"Fortunately, my skin color saved my life. Fortunately, I was white enough and looked more human than a devil. This prevented them from killing me on the spot and allowed me to run out because of their hesitation."< br>
“Then what’s even more fortunate is that this incident alerted the leader of the woodland, the greatest wise man near the green woodland, the Archdruid, and my old friend in the game Harsin.”
“He used the druid’s ability to search for me around the valley. After finally finding me, he did not choose to attack, but directly took me in.”
He has always been a kind-hearted person. He is the only person who can accept a mutated tiefling of unknown origin so easily. In the game, he also opened the gate of the camp and took in the fleeing tiefling refugees. He is a truly good person.
Not all Druids can be trusted. Some of their teachings tend to be good, some tend to be neutral, and some tend to be evil. The atmosphere of the Druid association in this woodland is relatively good. They The leader is a kind and charming man, so most of the members of this association are very convinced of him, and few people oppose this matter.
This is different from the game, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems reasonable. At this point in time, Harsin has not disappeared, and some poisonous insects have not taken root in the darkness of this forest, so at least for now, this Most people in this forest can be grudgingly trusted.
However, only a handful of people can really rest assured. This is deeply reflected in the game. The deputy of this cult is very ruthless and hates foreign races. Although he can be whitewashed, he still It is an existence that cannot be trusted easily.
“After that, I have been practicing with the Archdruid. Harsin is still the same as I knew him in the game. I was ignorant at that time, and Harsin completely understood me. I treat me like a picked-up child. Although it seems strange now, he is an elf. Although he looks like he is in his prime, he may be hundreds of years old. Maybe I am about the same age in his eyes. A newborn baby is not much different, I feel better when I think about it.”
“He arranged a place for me in the forest and taught me the common language, the Mu language, and how to live in this world. Common sense, the humanistic features of nearby cities, and some dogmatic etiquette that only druids understand, hope to reduce my mental state that is seriously affected by the wilderness."
"I was just eight years old at that time. ""After..."
There is nothing to write about after that. I have been studying with Harsin. As time goes by, my rationality slowly recovers, but the memory of my previous life is still as hazy as seeing flowers in the fog. Unclear.
During a long time together, he saw my extraordinary talents and wanted to guide me on the path of a druid. However, although I had some wisdom at that time, due to my previous life, Scattered memories kept resurfacing from time to time, as well as the influence of the system panel, which made it impossible for me to calm down and embark on the path of a druid.
And because of the attributes I had assigned previously and the profession I had chosen in advance, my talent in physical movement is even better than my perception.
At that time, my perception, tempered by life in the wilderness, had completely reached the value I set on the game panel, a full 16 points. Such a high perception attribute, coupled with my young age With the experience of surviving in the wilderness, if you become a druid, you will definitely be regarded as a talented person.
However, as I grew older, my strength and physique became more terrifying than my perception, so that later on I could even play wrestling with the brown bears in the camp without falling behind.
That was a really happy time. I became friends with those animals and some druids. In order to talk to my animal friends, I even learned to use rituals to converse with animals. technical ability.
During those years in the camp, I didn’t have to worry about the source of food. With sufficient nutrition, my physique and strength grew rapidly. Even because the growth was so outrageous, I was just playing around. I automatically became a first-level barbarian when I was in trouble, and I understood the barbarian's unique skills of violence. I was just 12 years old at that time.
Then I spent some time practicing unarmored defense. In the end, I didn’t improve my proficiency except for some weapons, because there were really no iron military weapons in the Druid camp, but even so, No. Hill is already considered a qualified first-level barbarian warrior.
Harsin didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when he learned about this situation, but he saw it openly and did not feel it was a pity. He saw Nohir’s strength and physique, and the barbarian was undoubtedly the best. Suitable for his profession, Nohir can independently comprehend the barbarian's signature skill [Rage] without ordinary guidance, which has proven his talent.
What he needs to do is actually very simple. He only needs to allow Nohir to completely control this power and prevent the violent anger from interacting with the evil blood in his body and leading to evil paths.
“Rage is a very powerful force, but beginners are often injured by it. Although many beginners understand this power, they often cannot really use it freely.”
“Either being dragged down by the anger caused by the violent rage in the battle, or exhausting one's own strength in the high-intensity continuous violent rage, and even worse, even being completely dominated by the anger, becoming disowned and committing crimes "Nohir, you grew up in the wilderness and were tempered by nature. Your spiritual will is indestructible, but you still need the right guidance to completely master, calm down, and make peace." Use this power properly in battle. "
Harsin said so, and he is absolutely right. Fortunately, after a long period of training, I have been able to master this power to an almost perfect level. strength.
After fully recovering my memory, I became even more comfortable with this power.
(End of this chapter)