Chapter 2611 - 1136: A Day in Kellysha’s Life
When the first ray of sunlight in the morning casts on the tip of the Crystal Tower in Mesnoel.
Kellysha wakes up on time from the Earth Resonance, and the heavy Earth Element surrounding her recedes like the tide.
She stretches forcefully, and her entire body emits a crisp sound of stretching bones and muscles, like the crack of bones or the clash of stones.
The reflection in the crystal wall shows skin that’s dark, glimmering with a faint earthy yellow glow, adorned with mysterious rune tattoos, innate rather than acquired, combining the racial traits of Golia and Dwarves Elves perfectly on her.
She no longer feels deep taboo about it but accepts it graciously.
Her height is astonishing, at least half a body taller than an average person, with perfectly proportioned and symmetrical body, especially her legs, long and straight, occupying half of her body, and the muscle contours can be clearly seen even without exerting force.
When stretching, they immediately tense up, creating the illusion of being able to split mountains and rocks with one kick.
Strength and beauty achieve a perfect balance in her, exuding a healthy beauty all over, like a Camellia blooming on the edge of a cliff.
Kellysha admires herself for a while, using the crystal wall as a mirror, tidying her appearance, her waist-length white hair, tied into a high ponytail, neat and stylish.
Washing face and brushing teeth done simultaneously, also neatly, and once dressed, carrying a Two-Handed Greatsword, she appears in the hall just as the sunlight moves from the tower top to the middle.
As Kellysha walks out, she begins to sing a loud mountain song, her voice crisp, highly penetrating, and the surrounding Earth Element resonates with her, instantly spreading across the entire Mesnoel.
This mountain city is awakened by this Golia mountain song, and regardless of race, all lazily open their eyes, opening their windows to let the first ray of sunlight of the deep autumn morning pour into their homes.
For Golia, especially the young Golia, it is indisputably the reveille, each of them jumping directly from stone beds, washing up quickly, leaving their stone houses to head for the Crystal Tower.
They run while calling out to friends, soon entering a competitive state.
For these Golia youths, this is a norm, regardless of gender, age, as long as they are not those ignorant toddlers, they will join in and give their all.
These Golia youths with long hands and feet, once over ten years old, none are below 170 cm, and some who developed early are already 180 or 190 cm, which is very normal.
They never follow the winding paths but have their shortcuts.
Either zigzagging up the cliff or leveraging the power of ropes.
A few Golia youths directly team up, either lifting, or dragging for leverage, cooperating skillfully, maximizing everyone’s strength, naturally pushing the speed to the extreme, soon leaving others behind, reaching the central square first.
It’s already bustling here, fragrant aroma filling the air, the stew pot filled with wild game has been slow-cooked all night, even the oldest mountain boar meat is tender, melting in the mouth.
Beside the bonfire, tender mountain boar and elk are roasted to perfection, crispy outside, tender inside, tempting aroma.
Further away, heavy wooden tables are laden with large baskets filled with various fruits - bananas, pineapples, apples, etc., although not many varieties, there’s an abundant supply.
This was breakfast prepared by the Golia Nightwatchman ahead of time.
These Golia youths orderly pick up their utensils, serving a bowl of stew, grabbing a piece of grilled meat, taking a few fruits, and hurriedly run to the central square, sitting in front of the stone table closest to the Crystal Tower.
Kellysha is already standing there like a javelin, the deep autumn sunlight shining here, casting a golden layer on her, making the hearts of Golia youths flutter like little deer, yet they dare not look directly.
She is someone they can hardly reach, both their overseer and the clan’s top warrior. It’s said that the Fearless Boulder Clan Leader and the Fearless Leader are no match for her.
Seeing these few youths, Kellysha can’t help but smile slightly.
Not only because they are the future of Golia but also due to their excellent performance, which has profound significance for the Mountain Tribe – their adaptation experiment has achieved preliminary success.
These Golia youths did not lose the Golia preferences and wilderness survival skills due to a stable life, at least the basics remain, and deepening enhancements can be done when truly entering wilderness life.
But under a safe life and adequate nourishment, they are thriving, generally stronger, with infant mortality rate significantly improved.
Under Kellysha’s gaze, the central square soon becomes bustling, more than three hundred Golia gathered there, mostly women, children, and elderly, with only a tenth being truly youthful and strong.
This is very normal.
For the Mountain Tribe, Mesnoel is a fixed resting place, a safe nursery, most Golia still choose to pursue the ancestors’ lifestyle.
Taking livestock, tents, and Hunting Bow, into the vast mountains, where they pasture, hunt, and climb.