The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"Yes. That's right. The environment here is very suitable for condensing the core. Mainly because it is relatively peaceful. The risk factor is low." Ramiel confirmed.

She suddenly glanced at Alok and questioned: "You came to the Dark Moon Forest to gather the core of your will, right?"

"Ah~haha. Of course not. I'm doing it for my sister. Elok." Seeing that his purpose was seen through, Alok immediately started to fight haha. He gave a high-sounding reason.

Ramil rolled his eyes. Know what's going on.

In my heart, I cursed the brother and sister for not having a fuel-efficient lamp.

An excuse to find his sister to gather the core, and a conspiracy with his brother to allow him to transform into an elf.

Truly a match made in heaven and earth.

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Alok can't do it without resting. But Ramil, as an artist and a night owl, has long been able to do without rest.

So, when Elok lay on the grass and fell asleep, it was Ramiel's own time.

Recently, she is keen on hunting, and then distributes the prey to the surrounding villagers.

Even so, she often muttered: "Hunters are too bloody. Artists are better. If I hadn't received the task of cleaning up those crazy breeding rabbits, I wouldn't hunt."

But the fact is that the hunting mission she took was only to hunt rabbits. . .

But when she drew the bowstring and shot an arrow, she shouted: "Look at me, I've hit the target with my arrow."

"Perfect!! Hunting is so good. I really envy the hunters of the Windrunner family. They are like this every day. It's so freeing."

"I finally came out. Do you want to delay it for a while? Let Emil do more work?"

She looked at the sky and saw the stars shining, and dismissed the idea. "It's better to go back honestly."

She ran to the dead rabbit, picked it up, and used two dabs of the rabbit's blood to paint some wild marks on her face.

As if performing for himself, he bowed to the handsome POS and said in a rustling voice:

"Please call me Rabbit Hunter."

As soon as Elok woke up, he saw Ramiel entertaining himself in the distance. Shrugging, he walked behind Ramil and asked:

"Is today's breakfast just roast rabbit? It seems a bit greasy."

"Ah~!!" Ramil exclaimed, turned around, patted his chest and said, "You're awake. The genius has just darkened."

She was startled, thinking that her embarrassment had been seen. Apart from the trace of rabbit blood, there was also some blush on his face.

Alok scratched his head, with sleepy eyes, and said helplessly:

"It's really not easy to sleep during the day. I haven't adjusted to the jet lag yet."

"That's how it was when we first came here. It's not a big problem." Ramiel comforted. "You'll get used to it after a while."

"Yeah." Alok yawned. Agree.

"How long do we have?"

"It's less than half way. I think we need another day and a half. We're going a little slow." Ramil replied as he took down the rabbit.

"After dinner, I have to go on the road again. Dabai and Xiaohei also like to leave at night. I still have to work hard for you."

"It's okay. My schedule is never regular anyway." Alok yawned and continued.

He saw Ramil skillfully raising a fire, seemingly using some kind of supernatural power.

You must know that lighting a fire in the rainforest is very troublesome.

"By the way. Lighting a fire is not considered arson." Alok suddenly asked.

Ramil said matter-of-factly: "Of course not. Arson is letting the flames go. We will extinguish it."

"That's it. Then I'm relieved." Alok breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he found a stream and took care of his personal hygiene a little. And Ramil hummed a little tune and roasted the rabbit.

The crackling sound of the not-so-dry firewood and the sound of water flowing against the rocks became Ramiel's accompaniment.

The time was a little quiet.

It reminded him of noon. He found a place that could shelter him from the rain and slept, and he meditated deeply for two hours before going to bed.

Indeed, the spiritual sea of ​​Dark Moon Forest is very peaceful, with almost no ripples. It even made Alok feel peaceful.

This makes meditation incredibly effective.

Elok can even feel his mental power growing rapidly.

This feels really good.

However, in addition to not condensing the core of will, Elok has another problem.

The third skill choice.

But the elves in Darkmoon Forest obviously don't have the professions they need.

As for the skills in his hand, only the "transformation" of a traitor meets the requirements.

This forced him to make a choice. Should you choose such a dangerous skill?

What he was afraid of was that this skill would attract the attention of the fallen god.

However, he did come up with a way to circumvent this problem.

Use Elvish script to engrave the mark, not Azeroth script.

Although Elvish can also connect to the star realm, it is obviously protected by the Queen. And the relationship between the Queen and the Fallen God will definitely prevent me from being violated.

And, if feasible, my Shadow Path skill can also be used in this way.

In the future, I won’t be so worried when using and choosing traitor skills.

There is absolutely no danger in engraving in elven script. After all, don’t all elves use elven script?

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When it says dinner, it actually means after breakfast.

The two of them rode on the backs of two cats that appeared out of nowhere again.

When walking side by side, Alok suddenly said:

"I am actually somewhat interested in native gods. I have an idea."

"Hmm? Then tell me." Ramil tilted his head and looked at Alok.

Alok considered his words and said:

"Native gods remind me of some phenomena of nature worship. For example, there is a tribe that has been living on an island. They respect nature but have little communication with the outside world. In the process of reproduction, they continue to develop and gradually form a worship of totems. So will a native god be born as a result?"

"Hmm~~Have you read any books? You seem to be telling me a story..." Ramil looked at Alok in surprise.

"What? I haven't read it, but I conceived it based on the birth method of native gods." Enok answered.

Ramir showed a look of reminiscence on his face, and said hesitantly: "I don't know much about the original gods. They are too mysterious. Even the elves are only introduced in a few places. But I have read such a story in a book. I remember that I read it when I went to the Kingdom Alliance before."

"Well. Actually, I conceived it based on a previous adventure. There is a powerful spirit in Mount Vatricis. I wonder if it was conceived by the mountain people. Due to the long time and the principle of gravity, the original gods were born." Alok said frankly.

Ramir showed a surprised expression, and then said: "Really? I don't know. But if you are interested, I can tell you how many original gods there are."

"Yeah! I am really interested. I don't know any other gods except the god of desire." Alok said with interest.

Ramir cleared his throat and began to recall:

"The first and second native gods were born together. It should have been the first era, the ancient era. At that time, the elves were just a weak race, just like humans. They didn't even have a history."

"We know about it from the history of some more powerful but extinct races. So there are fewer records."

"The first native god is called the Immortal King. He is not a kind of extraordinary profession. He represents the survival instinct of all life. He has no self-awareness, no form, and is everywhere in the sea of ​​spiritual power."

"Isis God is a spirit that became a god at the end of the Fifth Age by understanding part of the Immortal King's will about life and survival. "

"In fact, many humans and scholars do not believe that the Immortal King really exists. First, because He has no form and no self-awareness, He cannot be considered a god. Second, because the instinct of survival is everywhere in the sea of ​​spiritual power, He cannot be considered a god."

Lamil glanced at Alok and saw that he was listening carefully, so he continued:

"The second original god is the Mother of Reproduction, which is also not a kind of profession. It represents the instinct of all life to reproduce and develop over a long period of time. It represents balance. "