Chapter 408 Sister

That afternoon, regardless of the fact that my soul had not fully recovered from the damage caused during the fusion, I hurriedly packed my luggage, said goodbye to old man Galen, and was about to leave.

"Boy, come here, I have something else to say."

Old Galen, who had his eyes closed and was concentrating like a master, suddenly opened his eyes, and a divine light shot out from his eyes. Okay, I know this exaggerated description is disgusting, but in short, his eyes are very sharp.

First, he handed me the six manuscripts: "These are the fusion information and magic array diagrams, as well as some ideas for advanced fusion that have not yet been completed. When you go back, give these to Akela, presumably with the authority of the Mage Guild." Strength and perfection shouldn’t be a problem, and my promise has been fulfilled.”

"All right."

I took the scrolls one by one, held them heavily in my arms, and stuffed them into my inventory.

"Next, these notes are a simplified version of my many years of experience. Anyway, I don't have any decent students as an old man, so just take them all."

Then, Old Man Galen took out more than ten volumes of notebooks, each volume was thickly rolled. I said, can't you follow Kane's example and compile it into a book?

I also took it, and then suddenly remembered something, and looked at Galen speechlessly: "Old man, what does the streamlined version mean? Do you mean these things..."

"Yes, nature is just some simple things." Galen said matter-of-factly, stroking his beard.

"..."

This old man is good at everything, such as teaching people without charging money, not being picky about food, etc., but there is one thing he is not good at. What he teaches is not so much experience and skills as it is just pointing me in a direction. Let me explore on my own, for example, this is how I strengthen my body.

It's like pointing to a high mountain top and telling me "Look, there is a treasure there", but let alone the shortcut to the top of the mountain, there is no such thing as poisonous snakes and beasts, avalanche mazes and the like along the way. Ken revealed it to me and let me explore it alone. According to his words: I found it. That's naturally a good thing. I haven't figured it out yet, and it also adds a lot of ideas and experience.

Therefore, the simplified version that Galen said is exactly what happened above. To describe it vividly, it is like a simple treasure map, or an unmarked internal skill that is very easy to go crazy... …

"besides……"

I was speechless and put away a lot of notes again. Old man Galen took out two more volumes of manuscripts. I said, are you a wholesaler of manuscripts? Just take it all at once.

But at this time, Galen's expression was much more solemn than before, and he held the two volumes of letters in his hands for a long time. As if he had decided something, he sighed and said slowly.

"You don't need the contents in these two handbooks yet..."

"..."

When handing someone something. Is there such a thing as the first sentence?

"It's not too late to read this handbook after you reach level 60 and learn the ultimate skill of the transformation series, Fury. Don't aim too high now." Galen first handed me one of the handbooks.

"What is this? Could it be some kind of fighting technique?"

I took the code, and I was very curious. Galen asked me to learn Fury at level 60 and read it again. It should be a skill related to this skill.

Sure enough, Galen said nothing. He nodded, looking a little absent-minded, as if he was thinking about something.

"Could it be the simplified version again?" Seeing that he remained silent, I couldn't help but continue to ask.

"Don't worry, it's a complete set of skills, including my many years of experience and knowledge. If it were simplified, you wouldn't be able to understand it in your lifetime with your qualifications."

Old man Galen came back to his senses. He rolled his eyes very rudely.

cut. Is it necessary to say it so absolutely? It's not my fault that I have poor qualifications. If you have the ability, you can talk to my parents about it. I put away the scroll angrily, but since old man Galen said this, it must be something very important and must be kept carefully.

The problem is, this skill requires level 60 to learn Fury before you can learn it, and to be able to create a level 60 skill, it must be more than just level 60. Could it be said that this old man Gallon is really a master? Confused...

"And this last one, hey, forget it, forget it, this is an imperfect thing. It was not originally intended to be taken out. It would be a pity to let it disappear like this. You can take it, but it will not lead to life or death. At this point, I don’t recommend you look at what’s inside.”

Saying this, Old Galen seemed to have suddenly aged several years as he handed me the notebook. His brows sometimes relaxed and sometimes frowned, as if he was still hesitating whether it was right or wrong to give me the notebook.

You guy, doesn’t saying this make me more curious? Could it be something like the Sunflower Book?

"Old man, you don't want to challenge the Three Demon Gods, do you? Why do you listen to your words as if you are giving your last words? If you want to die, I won't stop you. If there are any good things, I will leave them all to you for safekeeping."

Recalling the series of performances of old man Galen just now, I think this guy is probably out of a fever and wants to go to hell to play with his old bones and seek abuse.

After hearing my words, Gallen staggered and almost fell down without losing his balance. How could I teach such an unscrupulous student? He jumped three feet high, pointed at me and blew his beard and glared.

"You just went to challenge the Three Demon Gods. Your whole family went to challenge the Three Demon Gods. Do you think everyone is as stupid as you? I am still strong after you die."

Four of you in a row fully prove that under the influence of my tall and glorious personality, old man Galen’s ability to complain has skyrocketed.

"Then why did you sound like you were marrying a woman far away?"

In response to my ruthless and vicious questioning, Galen was already unable to complain, pitiful for his old age.

"I want to leave this hellish place and stay away from the exploitation in Akara."

"Old man, you finally said the right thing."

I patted his shoulder with concern and asked who is the biggest exploitative businessman in the Dark Continent? I really can't think of anyone else except Akara. Look at my body and bones that were exploited by her. Since I came to Darkness, I have actually been raised by 5 centimeters.

"yawn."

Akala, who was selling potions to novices in her tent, sneezed. I thought to myself who was slandering me behind the scenes again.

"Well, old man, see you later. I wish you a long life."

From a distance, I turned around and waved to Galen, a manly farewell that didn’t require too many words.

"You just live to be a hundred years old. Don't show up, you brat. Don't show up in front of me in the future. It's better to become a piece of dwarf excrement somewhere."

From a distance, the angry roar of old man Gallen came over. Ah, I forgot out of habit. The average life span of dark people is much higher, especially adventurers. Look at this old man's appearance. He must be more than 100 years old. Even if he says he is 200 years old, no one will doubt him. Wouldn't wishing him a long life be cursing him?

On the other side, Gallen turned around and looked at the house where he had lived for many years. Sighing, unable to speak for a long time, he then sorted out the information inside. Take some of it with you, and then choose another way to leave.

"Akara, I have fulfilled your promise, and I no longer owe the alliance anything. Next, it is time to settle my own affairs."

With this murmur, Gallen took a steady step forward, and a sharp and powerful aura suddenly erupted from his strong body. The originally strong body, set off by the momentum, was as majestic as the mountains, and the violent oppression it brought was no worse than when Leona transformed into a golden dragon.

At this time, I had already arrived at the teleportation array in the nearby elf village, and then teleported to the elf teleportation station closest to the Skinning Forest teleportation station. Hey, I really look forward to that day. Elf teleportation stations can be connected to human teleportation stations. This will definitely save a lot of effort.

However, I don’t know if I will have a chance to return to Old Man Galen. I probably won't need it. Thinking of this, I laughed to myself and almost forgot that I also had a future elf prince setting.

I went very fast all the way, and with the speed of Xiaoxue who had evolved to the third elite level, I arrived at the Skinning Forest teleportation station that day, and then rushed back to Kurast without stopping, came to the Mage Guild, and used remote teleportation to return. Roger's camp.

Because of the optimization of the remote magic teleportation array, there is no longer a need to wait for the mage on the other side of the teleportation to be ready before teleportation. The snow-white paper is also sold to all over the world through the remote teleportation station by Akala, a big smuggler. It is said that This smuggling giant also plans to set up a one-stop operation and open his own book printing factory.

So, without even returning home first, I hurried to Kasha's old home. It was still a remote corner of the northern area of ​​the training camp. In a small tent under a big tree, there was a dignified Roger. If the elder lives in a place like this, no one would believe it, but this is indeed the case.

The sun has gone down, and the cool breeze blows through the silent prairie at night, blowing down the weeds on the ground. In the distance, a pile of scarlet fire spots appear in the background, and I speed up a few steps.

As I expected, a small bonfire was burning under the tree. The old drunkard was sitting on the tree, his burgundy hair dyed particularly dazzling by the firelight. He was holding a long branch with strings on it. Holding several chicken wings, which were roasted squeakingly by the campfire, he kept turning the branches in his hands and humming a weird little tune.

"Braised chicken wings...I like to eat..."

"But your mother said you were about to ascend to heaven." It was so good that even I, the god of singing, couldn't help but sing her weird tune.

"Your mother just said that you are about to ascend to heaven." The old drunkard turned his head angrily and subconsciously smashed the branch in his hand.

"Tch, I really have no sense of humor. God, this is indeed a lonely state." I took the branch and muttered to myself.

"Braised your sister, didn't something happen to Sister Sharna? Are you still in the mood to grill chicken wings here?" The next moment, I threw the branch back angrily.

Kasha, who was regretting his impulsive smashing of the branch and chicken wings over it, couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw me throwing it back. He took it and took a look, and the smile on his face suddenly solidified - the branch was thrown back. , but the chicken wings on it were missing.

She couldn't help but turn around angrily, taking advantage of the night to take a closer look. Only then did he realize that the chicken wings he had baked so hard were being held in his mouth by the other party. His cheeks were bulging like balls, and his mouth was still squirming like a mincer. I sucked in the chicken wings outside little by little, and the fat flowed down my chin, but I still made a righteous and angry look.

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people. Kasha was almost out of breath, throwing away the empty branch in his hand, his eyes seemed to be on fire.

"You bastard, you don't take a mirror to look at your current appearance, so what right do you have to accuse me of giving me back my chicken wings?"

After finally swallowing three or four chicken wings in one bite, I smacked my lips and said, "The taste is just sloppy, slightly worse than mine." The old drunkard was very angry again.

"It doesn't matter. I feel relieved when I see how you look like now." I wiped my chin with a towel gracefully, and then drank a large amount of water. Yes. Just a bit salty.

Speaking of the old drunkard's attitude towards his sister, although he called her a stinky girl and bullied her miserably when she was a child, he still cared about her. She is not inferior to me at all, so when I first saw the old drunkard singing and roasting chicken wings, I felt relieved.

"Tell me, what happened to Sister Sharna?"

Sitting around the campfire, the old drunkard was still full of resentment. After I threw a few fruits special to Kurast and a bottle of fruit wine brewed by the elves. He immediately became happy, saying that this guy is really easy to kill.

"Boy, I remember I told you about that stinky girl's childhood." The old drunkard said vaguely after taking a mouthful of fruit and a mouthful of fruit wine.

I nodded. It was also here, at the same time, that the old drunkard told me a lot about Sister Sharna. Let me understand my sister's inner world for the first time.

but. Actually, I also want to ask, is it okay for you to eat this way?

"It's very simple to say. The Amazon village where the stinky girl was driven out of the village and left to live as a wild girl, news came from not long ago that it was wiped out by someone who didn't know who. It was completely wiped out!"

After listening, I was stunned: "That's all?"

"Yes, that's all." The old drunkard nodded seriously.

"It's such a trivial matter, and you said it was so serious, that I was forced to come back covered with stars and moons?" I glared at the old drunkard fiercely. If I had the strength, I thought I would have pounced on her and pinched her hard. The neck shook.

That kind of Laozi village, just wipe it out, die early and be reborn, not to mention the murderer who killed my sister's parents, but also cruelly drove my four or five-year-old sister out of the village, leaving her to live in the forest A dangerous life like a savage who snatches food from the tiger's mouth.

Speaking of which, most of the blame for the scars on my sister's body must be attributed to them. I was still thinking about when I would have the strength to secretly flatten them. Unexpectedly, before I could do it, someone would take the first step. , Sure enough, he has committed many sins, and God will not let him go. Well, this may not be a small matter, but a big event that should be celebrated back home.

Probably seeing the expression on my face, the old drunkard glanced at me and said mockingly.

"Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking now. You want to celebrate with that stinky girl. I advise you to forget it. You really don't know. Although that stinky girl keeps saying that she will take revenge sooner or later, but She still can't let go of the Amazon blood flowing in her body. Now that something like this happens, I don't know what she will think, so I called you back just in case this stinky girl suddenly goes crazy."

"..."

Indeed, as the old drunkard said, Sister Sharna actually still cares about the village where she was born. Her efforts all along, including challenging Andalil alone to prove her strength, are not all for the purpose of driving her out in the past. Do those people regret it, just to laugh at their short-sightedness?

Hate deeply, love deeply, this is the truth.

"By the way, where is sister now?"

"That stinky girl, I sent the news to both of you at the same time, but that girl came back a day earlier than you. I heard from the soldiers that she ran out just after she came back. I guess she should have returned to her tribe by now."

The old drunkard curled his lips and said with a bit of annoyance in his tone. He probably felt that when his sister came back, she ran out without first greeting him, the "old Buddha", and was in a tangled state because of being ignored.

"That's it. You lie down slowly by yourself, I'll leave first." After knowing the news about my sister, I was too lazy to argue with this guy anymore, so I said goodbye and ran away.

"The world is declining, and no one respects the old and loves the young anymore. After all, your wives are also my students now, don't you know how to bribe them?"

From a distance, the helpless voice of the old drunkard came over. It almost made me stagger, I said, openly asking others for bribes, you are the one who is in decline, right? It also contains a threat, you are the top of the wave of decline in society. asshole.

Without stopping, I threw the bottle of wine back helplessly. This is the last stock I got from the little elf lolita who looks cute but talks but makes people heartbroken. She is so arrogant (such behavior is representative of the declining world). I originally planned to keep it to tease Lar. Three notes.

Knowing that nothing happened to Sister Sharna, I went back home first. The sudden return naturally gave a big surprise to Sarah and Vilas, my two precious wives. Xilusi and Aikelu are still in the priest training camp. The courses are so tight that they can only come back every few days.

Unfortunately, I only stayed for a while. They left in their faint eyes, ran out of Rogge's camp wearing the stars and moon, and ran quickly on the bloody wilderness.

It had been a long time since I had run on this land. Looking at the scenery passing by quickly on both sides, I felt a little hush in my heart. I had just traveled through it, experienced it alone in the Blood Wilderness, and felt the joy of leveling up for the first time. The excitement of learning a skill for the first time is still vivid in my mind and is unforgettable.

The monsters in the wilderness, including rotting corpses, sunken demons, sunken demon wizards, and hard-skinned rats, are also so nostalgic. Hey, there is a hard-skinned rat poking its head in the jungle in the distance. Walking out with a fat body? That dripping gaze. If you can get rid of the crazy and fierce look inside, you can really keep it as a pet.

It's just that things are different and people are different. Five years ago, the figure who was training alone in the Blood Wilderness had to go around the grass and torture the tough-skinned mouse to death with his obscene flow. But now, feeling the power of Xiaoxue rushing towards him from a distance, this poor little mouse just... He shivered and curled up his body like a hedgehog. He didn't even have the strength to shrink back into the grass.

Ignoring this round fleshy ball with thorns at all, for Xiaoxue, the presence of the crusty mouse was too insignificant. As it passed over the grass, the strong wind blew it up into the air.

Sister Sharna’s tribe is located deep in the Lost Forest in the Northeast. This time, I did not point the way arrogantly. Under the guidance of Rogge’s soldiers and Xiaoxue’s strong sense of direction, I ran wildly on the Blood Grassland for a long time. Throughout the night, when the morning light showed slightly the next day, we entered the forest, and then walked for a few hours, and finally arrived at the Amazon village where Sharna's sister lived when she was a child.

Let Xiaoxue wait aside, looking at the tightly closed huge wooden door three to four meters high standing in front of me, I was quite curious. Didn't it mean that the village had been completely wiped out? Why is the door still tightly closed? Could it be said that the enemy does not come from the ground?

With my agility, I climbed over the high fence in a few clicks, stood on the wooden wall railing and looked inside from a high position, and then I realized what the old drunkard meant by total annihilation.

Devastated, this is the only word I can use to describe the situation in front of me.

Amazons have very strict requirements on themselves. They advocate a hard life and firmly believe that by tempering their strength in hardships, only strong Amazons can survive. Therefore, the houses they live in are very simple, mostly made of wooden branches on the ground. Just build a semicircular shelf and put some hay and banana leaves on it to provide shelter from the wind and rain. Even the elder's house is just a simple wooden house. This is in line with the elves' pursuit of beauty and art. Exactly two extremes.

Seeing this, I really can't imagine how my sister's parents came together despite all the obstacles. From this point of view, it seems that the aesthetics and even the outlook on life of elves and Amazons are completely opposite. The elves are petite and the Amazons are completely opposite. He is tall, elves advocate equality, Amazons believe in the supremacy of women, elves love peace, and Amazons love fighting. In short, there are too many things to complain about.

Could it be that Sister Sharna's father...ahem, I made a mistake.

Putting aside the messy thoughts in my mind, I strolled around the village to observe. As the old drunkard said, the originally simple Amazon village had not even a complete piece of wood except for the complete wall that was still preserved, and fires were raging all around. There are traces of it, and a huge charred pit dozens of meters wide and more than ten meters deep can sometimes be found on the ground.

After contacting the closed door, I have vaguely come to the conclusion that the person who destroyed the village must be a mage, and a fire mage. Whether it is one person or a group is unknown, but according to past experience (novel experience), usually The person who did such a thing was probably just one person, a strong person.

First of all, the door is closed, which proves to some extent that the mage who attacks the village can fly, and the mage who can fly is already a high-level mage. Secondly, what race are the Amazons? Each one is a master of javelin and bow and arrow, and the mage flying in mid-air is undoubtedly their best target, but in the end, the party with favorable conditions is completely wiped out.

Well, if this doesn't make you believe in the other party's strength, then take a look at the most real thing. The giant pit on the ground can already explain everything. Except for the mage's fifth-level fire skill meteorite, which can cause such huge destructive power, I really can't think of any other tricks.

With a happy mood, I walked around the whole village. Of course, if the fire mage who destroyed the village appeared in front of me, and he was not hostile to me, I might go up to shake his hand and say Thank you comrade for your hard work.

It's a pity that no body was left behind. They were probably all roasted into charcoal or disposed of by someone who came first. Otherwise, I really want to see what the elders who drove Sister Sharna out looked like. A face.

Just when I was about to kick the closed door open and let Xiaoxue and the others in, a pair of hands without warning quietly stretched out from behind and hugged me tightly.

It wasn't until the moment I was hugged tightly that I realized what I was feeling. However, the familiar body temperature and fragrance that followed made me give up the struggle. Yes, besides my sister, who else can be here? How could I do this without my noticing?

"Brother, you are too careless!"

Clear and cold, like the wind in the ice and snow blowing through the body, but when it falls into the heart, it feels like holding ice cream in your mouth. It melts in your mouth, and the familiar voice of deep care rings in your ears. stand up.