An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

The wolf pack in the distance is approaching quietly. This is a medium-sized wolf pack, consisting of 13 adult wolves, of the species of forest wolf, a medium-sized beast with a shoulder height of 3.3 feet (1.1 meters) and a body length of 5.7 feet (1.9 meters).

There is still blood at the corners of their mouths. Obviously, this wolf pack did not return empty-handed last night.

However, it seems that one prey cannot fill the stomachs of more than a dozen people. Now they have locked on a new target.

The wolf pack leaned low and quietly approached the deer that were drinking water not far away through the dense grass and trees in the forest.

Animals do not need to abide by the rules set by the druids. After all, they are nature itself and the embodiment of wildness.

However, it is precisely because of the hunting behavior of the wolf pack that Noshier can now take action.

The creed of the green forest is not rigid. In this case, even if you take action, it can be regarded as part of the cycle. As long as it is not a meaningless hunt, the father of nature will forgive it.

The deer were also very alert. Their leader had been observing whether there were any predators around, but it seemed that he did not find anything wrong. The other members of the tribe were replenishing the water they needed today as quickly as possible. The probability of encountering predators at this time was the lowest, but they were not very lucky today.

The wolves approached quietly from all directions with their fur that blended with the environment. The undispersed fog filled the last camouflage for this raid, and the bloody smell on their bodies was not carried by the wind.

Almost in an instant, the wolves that reached the perfect attack distance suddenly jumped up, and all the wolves targeted the weakest old deer in the herd. The two closest wolves bit its hind legs.

A shrill scream sounded, and the herd immediately fled in all directions. The other wolves quickly rushed up and drowned the poor guy. This was a successful ambush.

However, at the moment they acted, Noshier also spread his wings.

When the wolf pack targeted the oldest and weakest member of the deer herd, Noshier did the same. He spread his wings and glided through the air. When the whole wolf pack was immersed in the joy of hunting success, he stretched out his claws.

There was almost no sound when gliding in the air. The wolf running at the back was pierced by the claws in an instant without any reaction.

Noshier quickly ended its pain, carrying the 170-pound (160-jin) prey and flapping his wings, crossing the river and returning to the tree before the ambush.

Only then did the wolf pack realize what happened. Some wolves whimpered sadly, but this is the law of the wilderness.

Grief will not last too long. Now the only thing the wolf pack can do is to protect the prey that has been obtained and get away from this place that is no longer safe as soon as possible.

"No unfamiliarity."

Noshier watched the wolf pack dragging the prey away, and then looked at the blood on his hands. The experience of hunting has been engraved in his bones. His fighting ability over the years has not been affected by his 20 years of memory.

After all, he was just a weak mortal in the past, and he was really afraid that his ordinary daily life would reduce the combat capability of this body now.

Knowing that his combat capability had not weakened at all, Nosier was a little happy, but as he looked at the prey next to him, an inexplicable sense of guilt slowly and deeply strangled his heart like a vine.

What's going on? Obviously, this kind of hunting should be very normal, but why do I feel... guilty.

"No, Nosier, you know why."

Looking back on the memories of the past ten years, it has been a long time since he slaughtered creatures for no reason like today.

In this world with gods, a large part of the races were created by gods, and correspondingly, these races have part of the temperament of the gods who created them.

When he was young, Nosier was influenced by his own devil blood and often abused some innocent small animals. The reason why he did this was just for fun, which was undoubtedly born evil.

However, as time went by, his self-instincts strengthened and began to rebel against his body's instincts. He began to hate this inexplicable bloodthirst and began to consciously suppress it.

Finally, in the tempering of life in the wilderness and with the help of Harsin, he completely defeated the evil blood in his body.

However, today's behavior opened a crack in the evil beast that was firmly locked in his heart.

He didn't mind killing, but like today, slaughtering prey that he didn't need for power made him disgusted.

This violated his own way of survival and the natural wilderness etiquette.

Noshier knew that what he said was too hypocritical, but you have to know that his original camp was chaotic good.

The reason why he became chaotic neutral now is just because he knows how dangerous the world he lives in is, and he forces himself to face it calmly.

After all, he is an ordinary person. Although it is a bit shameless to say this, the education he received in this life and the previous life is enough to make him a good person in a broad sense.

You can kill, but not without reason. You can fight back freely when facing danger, but you must never kill ordinary creatures that have nothing to do with you. This is the bottom line he set for himself.

And now, in order to gain power, he has to take the lives of two more innocent animals.

"... Sorry."

Noshier closed his eyes and pondered his mistakes.

And at this moment, he suddenly thought of something.

Noshir took off the holy emblem from his neck, placed it on his chest and began to pray.

"Silvanus, God of all things in the wilderness, Father of Nature, please listen to me."

"Your believer, Noshir Temariti is about to embark on the road of promotion, and the price is the blood of three innocent beasts."

"This hunt is not to relieve hunger and thirst in my stomach, and this move is also against my creed."

"Father of Nature, please let me follow the cycle of reincarnation, please let me be indomitable, please let the soul of the beast turn into power, and revive and wander in your kingdom."

"I pray that you will lower your eyes and give guidance!"

"Lead the soul of this innocent beast to your kingdom! Let it frolic freely in the wild!"

The dark brown oak holy emblem began to emit a green light, and this vision meant that Silvanus had heard his prayers and the soul of the beast had been led to the wild.

In a place that Noshiel could not see, the messenger of nature was leading the way for it, and it would be reborn in the Beast Garden.

"It actually succeeded!"

This eulogy was given to him by Harsin to guide the soul. Some druids and rangers were too close to the wilderness, so they would not bear to kill even for survival.

And this eulogy can communicate with the messenger of Silvanus, allowing him to lead the souls of these creatures into the kingdom of God, rather than falling into the underworld in the hazy chaos after death.

However, although Noshiel knew this before, he had never used it. He was still somewhat disrespectful to the gods in his bones, but he did not expect that Silvanus responded just for the first time.

"It's really good to have a good god to guide you."

"At least this way, I feel better."