Chapter 31 Moonlight God’s Choice
Lord’s Mansion.
Yeats breathed a sigh of relief after reading the battle report sent back by Phocars.
"What's the situation?" Gray said anxiously.
"They wiped out all the goblin outposts. No one was killed and only one person was injured." Yeats smiled slightly:
"Another good news is that Lotta received the blessing of the goddess of nature, awakened the tree of life, and was promoted to a ring ranger."
"Tree of life?" Gray didn't understand.
Yeats: "Makabaka, the tree of life, have you never learned it?"
Gray understood now and corrected silently:
" It’s clearly the [Kabbalah Tree of Life]!”
Yeats was stunned.
Makabaka? Malzahar? Gulinaza?
In short, everyone’s tree of life is the foundation of their extraordinary power!
The Tree of Life, a tree-like symbol composed of ten rings, is said to be the way the gods created the world from nothing.
Yeats knew clearly that this was actually the product of "The Phantom" planning to stitch together Jewish philosophical thoughts.
According to the setting, after each creature is promoted to transcendence, he can see the tree of life in his body.
How to judge your specific strength? Just look at how many rings are lit up on the Tree of Life. This is also the origin of the ‘number of rings’ in “Phantom Wings”.
The seven rings are legends, and above them are the realms of gods.
Yeats cannot see his own tree of life at present.
Take advantage of this Aurora Poetry Festival to hug the thigh of the "goddess of art and youth", and you will hopefully complete a leap from nothing to something.
"It's not safe to march at night. Furkas and the others won't return to Morning Frost Ridge until tomorrow," Yeats said.
Gray nodded and suggested: "Although we have solved the goblin outpost this time, the cold wave is getting closer and closer, and more and more tribes will move to the borders of the kingdom. Yeats, we are Shouldn’t we consider mercenaries?”
Speaking of mercenaries, Yeats thought of the crucial character in the plot, [Valkyrie].
She serves as captain of the Ironsworn Guard, an elite force that serves the Emperor directly.
Although the hope of recruiting the Ironsworn Guard is slim, in the plot, the Valkyrie leads a retired guard to return home, passing through the Jueling Mountains on the way.
Yeats thought to himself: "If the Valkyrie can be effective, the hope of surviving the cold wave will be greatly improved. I have to inquire..."
The bonfire is burning.
Focas ordered to camp on the spot and continue on their way after daybreak.
The cold wind blew at night, and Phokas glanced at the militiamen who had won the first battle. They had experienced a bloody battle, and their eyes had changed significantly compared to before.
The injured militiaman had a long scar on his chest with an axe. He had been bandaged and was lying on a stretcher, sleeping.
Phokas had just fed him onion soup and took out a healing potion for him to drink. The militiaman's injuries are basically stable. He can just ask Reggie Leif to help with treatment tomorrow morning.
The night is getting darker.
Looking at the stars above his head, Phokas took out a roll of wool balls from his army bag, held a thin wooden stick in his hand, and lowered his head to weave.
On a roll of straw mat, Lotta tossed and turned and got up. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the engrossed figure beside the campfire.
The white-haired old man put on his shoulder armor and his eyes fell on the fabric in his hands. His shadow was reflected on the jungle by the bonfire.
Lotta tiptoed closer, and the ranger's footsteps made almost no sound. She stared at it for a while, and then she said:
"My lord, can you knit a sweater?"
F Cass glanced at Lotta, without explaining, and said: "Can't you sleep?"
Lota nodded, sat on the floor next to the old man, and said softly:
"I It’s hard to calm down when I think about today’s battle.”
"I'm the same as you." Fokas lowered his head and said, "But I can knit to calm myself."
As a knight, Fokas can also knit sweaters, which really makes Luo Ta was surprised.
She held her chin in her hands and watched carefully for a while. She found that Phocas's movements were extremely skillful. They were not just spur of the moment. They had been practicing for several years.
“Are you knitting a sweater or a hat?” Lotta asked curiously.
“A woolen sweater.” said Forkas. “There is still time to knit one before winter comes.”
"Oh, I see." Lotta said with a confident tone, "You are doing this to save gold coins for the lord!" "Half of the answer is right."
Fuka Si said calmly: "Lota, your performance on the battlefield today is very good, and you have been promoted to another level. I will suggest that the young master...that is, the lord, canonize you as a knight."
The knight here. It is not a profession, but a title of honor. Upon hearing this, Lotta opened her eyes wide and could not conceal her joy.
“I have already thought about what mount I will ride in the future!”
"Oh?" Fokas was very interested.
“Reindeer!” Lotta puffed up her chest unconsciously and said:
“I want to fight for the lord with my reindeer, just like you!”
"Is it the young deer we met when we were hunting down the deerhawk that day?" Phocas asked.
After receiving Rota's affirmative reply, Phokas' eyes flashed slightly and he looked up at the moon in the night sky.
According to legend, the Moonlight Goddess will favor the creatures that often accompany the moonlight.
Goddess of the moon and the hunt, the incarnation of nature, may you protect this child and walk on the bright road...
In the forest.
A rustling sound sounded.
The snow-white owl flew deep into the forest, looking down with bright eyes.
The little fairy Blueberry was taking a nap on the leaves. When he heard the noise, he opened his eyes and yawned.
"It's you, you're here to learn magic again?"
Thanks to the inhabitance of fairies, the magic of this forest is quite strong, making it a natural place to learn magic.
“Gu!”
The snow owl flapped its wings, indicating that it was about to go on a far journey with its master.
To be on the safe side, it’s best to learn a few more powerful spells!
"Let me tell you first, I can't help you."
Blueberry said: "All I know are some auxiliary spells. Besides, you can teach yourself!"
“Gu?” The snowy owl turned its head strangely.
Self-study?
"Don't you know? Many professions, including priests, mages, and druids, can pray to gods."
Blueberry said clearly: "During the process of prayer or meditation, gods have May respond and bless them with spells.”
"If you stay up at midnight every day, you can try praying to the Moonlight Goddess or the Night Goddess. They may favor you very much."
< br>This sounds reasonable, but when you think about it, it makes no sense at all.
There are many creatures that move at night. Why should they respond to you if you pray to the moonlight or the dark night?
Just because you are the symbol of the magic goddess Minerva, an owl?
Speaking of which, it is precisely because of the close relationship between the owl and the [Goddess of Magic] that individuals among them have magical talents.
But this is the first time that Blueberry has seen such an amazing magical talent as the snowy owl in front of him.
"Gu..."
The Snow Owl thought carefully about Blueberry's words, then silently raised his head, looking up at the crescent moon in the starry sky.
Soon, Blueberry saw a scene that she would never forget.
I seemed to see flowing white moonlight, turning into little stars of light, surrounding the snowy owl.
Am I dazzled? !
Blueberry rubbed his eyes again, looked carefully, and his eyes widened instantly.
It's true!
There really is magical moonlight lingering around this owl, like flowing silver light!
The snowy owl glanced at the moonlight surrounding itself, fixed its gaze, and flapped its wings.
The light blades formed by the two rays of moonlight were slashed out, vibrating in the air, and then gradually dissipated.
Blueberry’s face was full of shock.
The blessing of the Moonlight Goddess, the second-level spell "Moon Blade"! ?
No, I just said it casually!
How come you, an owl, can become the chosen one of the Moonlight God?
The snowy owl silently raised its head, bathed in the moonlight, its eyes bright.
“Goo!”
Blueberry was indeed right.
Spells can really be learned by yourself!
(End of this chapter)