Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 8 Years passed
  "Then several more years passed. During this period, I saw humans passing by on the commercial road in the distance. But my remaining instinct told me that as long as I dared to see them in my current appearance, I would be waiting for them. All I have is arrows and throwing knives.”

"I passed through the forest, flew over the wilderness, and wandered aimlessly around the Gulf Coast Highway. For five years, I spanned hundreds of kilometers and left my traces everywhere on this land."

"I finally found the secluded Druid society nearby. What's annoying is that they didn't make their home in the forest, but in a valley. The camp was not near Cloak Forest, but in Li. Teeth Forest is to the north, near the outskirts of the Jonsa River.”

Alas, it’s really depressing now that I think about it. 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 was like an artificial retard, asking me to find a druid without giving me a place. In the end, if I hadn't seen a large area filled with shadow curses in the sky, some of my memories were activated.

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 been completely restored, and the devil's bloodline still had a certain influence on me. And at that time, I had no idea why I wanted to go to them. I just subconsciously followed the system's arrangements."

Before I awakened my memory, the system's panel had never appeared in front of me, and the system's prompts had been ignored by me since I was born. I was young and ignorant at the time and didn't realize anything was wrong.

"Anyway, after I found them, I appeared in front of them without a care in the world, 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, so they didn't kill me on the spot and let me run out because of their hesitation."

"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 discovering me, he did not choose to attack, but directly took me in."

He has always been a kind person, and he is the only one 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 real person in the true sense. of good people.

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, and their leader is a benevolent person. He is a charming person, 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 sect is very ruthless and hates foreign races. Although it can be whitewashed, it is still an existence that cannot be trusted.

"After that, I have been practicing with the Archdruid. Harsin is still the same as I met in the game. I was ignorant at that time, and Harsin completely regarded me as a pick-up. Children generally treat me, although it seems strange now, but he is an elf. Although he looks like he is in his prime, he may be hundreds of years old. Maybe I am no different from a newborn baby in his eyes. How much, I feel better just thinking about it.”

"He arranged a place for me in the forest, taught me common language, the language of the Wood people, common sense on how to live in this world, the humanistic features of nearby cities, and some dogmatic etiquette that only druids understand. This reduces my mental state which is severely affected by the wilderness.”

"I was just eight years old at that time."       "After that..."

There was nothing to write about after that. I kept studying with Harsin. As time went by, my rationality slowly recovered, but the memory of my previous life was still as hazy as seeing flowers in the fog.

During our 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, scattered memories from my previous life kept resurfacing. , and the influence of the system panel, which has prevented me from calming down and embarking on the path of Druid.

And because of the attributes I had assigned before and the career 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, which was a full 16 points. With such a high perception attribute, coupled with the experience of surviving in the wilderness when I was young, If you were to become a druid, you would definitely be considered a talented youngster.

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.

It 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 the ability to use the ritual of speaking with animals.

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 automatically became a child just by playing around. A first-level barbarian, 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, Nohill was already considered a master. 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 barbarian was undoubtedly the most suitable profession for him. Hill's ability to comprehend the barbarian's signature skill [Rage] independently without the guidance of ordinary people 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 they are dragged down by the anger caused by the violent rage in the battle, or they exhaust their own energy in the high-intensity continuous violent rage. What's more, they are even completely dominated by the anger and become disowned, committing irreparable crimes. 's fault."

"Nohir, you grew up in the wilderness and were tempered by nature. Your spiritual will is indestructible, but you still need correct guidance to completely master, calm down, and use this power properly in battle."

Harsin said so, and he was absolutely right. Fortunately, after a long period of practice, I have been able to master this power to an almost perfect degree.

After fully recovering my memory, I became even more comfortable with this power.

(End of this chapter)