Other Races Guidebook

The sky of the dead forest is covered with thick and dark gray fog all day long, even the bright and bright sunshine can hardly penetrate the obstacles and fall into the forest.

It is said that this land shrouded in the breath of death does not even care for the gods, so the animals and plants that can live in this place are far more tenacious than those in other places, and the climate and temperature are also colder and wetter than the outside world. Less, especially after nightfall, the temperature is even colder.

At midnight, when a thin layer of ice condensed on the river due to the abnormally low temperature of the Death Forest, you curled up and hugged yourself, and you almost woke up from the cold several times, until a feather like a bird was soft and fluffy. Only after the seductive and warm "quilt" is covered on your body, you can't help but lean against the heat source, bury your face in the fluffy feathers and fall asleep peacefully.

After being caught by Medusa, you rarely sleep a good night in fear every day. When you wake up in the morning, you open your hazy eyes, cover your lips and yawn, and then you get caught under your nose again. The tip of her feather stimulated another small sneeze, and then she found that something seemed to be pulled from her hand.

You raise your hand in surprise and look at the white feathers in your hand.

……and many more!feather?!

You bit your lip and raised your head tremblingly, and you met a pair of cold blue eyes and dark faces without emotional ups and downs. Against the gloomy and gloomy background of the Death Forest, the horrible god of death, like hell, was dark and terrifying.

"Yes, sorry!"

You crawled out from under the other's warm wings, and solemnly apologized to the other party in fear.

"I really didn't mean to...Ah tweeted!"

As soon as the cold air invaded, it was so cold that you sneezed again and again. The tip of your nose and corners of your eyes became red. The eyelashes of two small fans were so dense that they were wetted by physiological tears. It's like a little animal who has been bullied. Someone who doesn't know thinks you were abused/treated by someone.

It seems that because of the high level of vigilance and exhaustion over the past few days and the low temperature of the death forest, you, who are not healthy, naturally catch a cold.

If you change to a modern society with a more advanced medical civilization, you only need to take a few pills of anti-fever medicine, sleep well, and wake up. But in this different world where medicine is not developed, and you are still in this way In poor conditions and lack of drugs, if a cold worsens and causes pneumonia or respiratory infections, even as a priest, you will not be able to recover. After all, healing can only treat physical injuries and purify curses caused by black magic. For diseases of the body, we can only rely on various drugs and our own immunity.

It wasn't until your shivering body was once again wrapped in warm wings that you felt much more comfortable.

"That...thank you."

Although you know that the other party is kind, you really don't have the courage to look directly at his face again in the face of this terrifying face that seems to be threatened by debt collection.

What you said is not terrible because of how ugly or deformed the other party is. On the contrary, the Lightwing Knight is handsome and straightforward from the outside. It's just that he is not angry and majestic and his cold and indifferent attitude. Her icy blue eyes make people feel an unbearable sense of oppression and suffocation from the bottom of their hearts.

To describe this feeling aptly, it is probably the mixed feeling of anxiety and panic when he was called to the office by the black-faced dean for a separate interrogation when he made a mistake when he was a child.

You feel very ashamed and guilty about this. It is clear that the other party was hurt so badly because of your call for help, and you were afraid of the cold and lent you wings for warmth, but you dare not even look at the other party’s face .

What a kind and gentle man.

He just looks a little scary. You think that as long as you overcome this psychological barrier, you can communicate with the other party normally.

When you gathered up the courage to raise your head and wanted to solemnly thank the other party, you met again, as if the muscles of your face twitched and convulsed, and the corners of your mouth evoked a terrifying face with a threatening sneer.

Your heart almost stopped beating in fright by his dark sneer.

"Yes, yes... I'm sorry!!"

You trembled with your lips, your voice trembled, thinking that you inadvertently annoyed the other person again, that would make him show this terrible smile.

Seemingly aware of the impact that his smile brought to you, the Lightwing Knight was stunned, then returned to his expressionless appearance and turned his head, leaving only the back of your head.

Although you can't see his face, but inexplicably feel a faint melancholy and loss from him.

You froze for a moment, and then slowly came back with an afterthought. He probably wanted to smile at you just now to show his friendship, but you did not understand what he meant.

"Sorry." You made some mental preparations again, and greeted him proactively again: "Are you... okay?"

His body trembled, but he did not respond to you.

Seeing his reaction, you became more sure of your guess, and your tone became softer, "How is your injury? Does it hurt?"

After all, your timbre tends to be gentle and gentle. Although it is not as good as the sound of a mermaid, it can give people a sense of tranquility and comfort. Especially when you deliberately soften it, it will give people a kind of trickle. It's very reassuring, soft touch that is hard to resist.

Every time you use this tone to coax children who are angry or crying, it is surprisingly effective.

After hearing your soft voice and concern, the light-winged tribe who turned his head slowly turned his head and looked at you again, but this time he covered the lower half of his face with his hand, only showing a pair of coldness. Waveless ice blue eyes.

If you cover your face like this... it feels a bit familiar.

"You are... Lord Galluk?" You whispered tentatively in a slightly uncertain tone.

The other party was stunned for a moment, and then made a slightly hoarse "Um" sound from the covered mouth.

It turned out to be an acquaintance!

If you face other Lightwing knights that you are not familiar with at all, you will be a little nervous, but for this lightwing clan chief judge who has met several times, is taciturn and kind, suddenly a stone falls in your heart. , The mood also relaxed a lot.

"I'm sorry, because I didn't recognize you before, so I was a little scared." You curled your lips and showed him a gentle and friendly smile, "Because you have been wearing a mask that looks like a mask...Ah!"

You sneezed again before you finished speaking. You couldn't help but sucked the tip of your red nose, and apologized: "I am sick now, it may be infected to you, Lord Galluk, you still leave me It's better to be farther away."

Your gaze searched around, and when you found the crumpled robe in the grass, you walked over and wrapped yourself in the robe. Although the robe was not very thick, it also made you feel not as cold as before.

Garukh looked under his empty wings, then raised his eyes and looked at you, who was sneezing while covering the tip of his nose.

For Galluk, who has been healthy since he was a child and has almost never gotten sick, apart from being injured occasionally due to fighting with powerful enemies, human illness is far away from him and his people. .

This is the disparity in the concept of illness between two different races with very different physiques.

In addition to the powerful Lightwings who died in battle or died of natural aging, it is almost impossible for them to die for other reasons in their lives, and all the Lightwings are not afraid of death, because after they die, they The soul of the Lightwing tribe will be recycled by the Holy Land of the Lightwing tribe, and until the next holy sacrificial day comes, the Lightwing tribe people who have died will descend into the world with brand new life forms, once again becoming the guardians of the new order of this world.

In a certain way, every member of the Light Wing Clan actually possesses almost unlimited lives.

But while possessing such blessings, they have also lost many of the ordinary and happiness that other races can experience. They are like naturally deserted, brave and fearless warriors, and they will grow to death in repeated battles throughout their lives unless they voluntarily give up. Eternal life, otherwise the people of the Lightwing tribe would never be able to escape this lonely and cruel fate.

Therefore, they have extra pity for the fragile and perishable life, after all, this is the life and the splendid and colorful emotions like fireworks that they will never experience.

The death forest in the early morning was extremely cold, and you rubbed your reddish fingers, and leaned to your mouth with a breath of heat.

You have to leave here as soon as possible, otherwise you will finally escape from Medusa's lair, and you don't want to die in this lifeless forest.

Fortunately, the fever is not very serious, so it should be no problem to stay out of here.

You checked the magic power in □□ and found that all night, only a little magic power like hair was restored.

But it’s right to think about it. This is a dead forest. The light element in the air is so thin and pitiful. On the contrary, the dark element that makes you feel uncomfortable is richer than other magic elements. If it is a dark wizard or a necromancer in this environment You will feel extremely comfortable when you go down, and the recovery speed of magic power will be several times faster.

As you were thinking about how to get out of this forest, your shoulders suddenly sank slightly, wrapping your body with warm, masculine clothing, and letting the chill of your whole body clear away.

You look down and find that this somewhat torn garment is a bit like a knight's shirt.

You looked at the young presiding judge who was almost naked/bare upper body in astonishment, and stammered: "Master Galluk? Are you not cold? You will catch a cold like this..."

"I've never been sick." Garukh glanced at you faintly, "You are cold, dress first, your condition worsens, it's very troublesome."

When he said that, you are a little at a loss. Indeed, if your condition gets worse now, it is likely to become a drag on your legs. Even if Lord Galluh is kind-hearted and does not dislike you, you have no face to drag your seriously ill body into trouble. People.

But is he really cold?

And he was hurt so badly yesterday...

You quietly glanced at his back, and found that yesterday's bone wounds had been scabs, some of the shallower wounds even left only new pale pink scars.

This kind of almost abnormal self-healing power...Woo, you are so envious!

And I didn’t expect that the chief judge of abstinence, who wears airtight, almost from head to toe, under the heavy armor and cloth, is not the exaggerated □□-type of your brother’s muscles, just the light-winged clan. His body proportions and skeleton are two horns directly larger than that of human beings, and the first impression of the heavily armed and solemn image creates the feeling of an extremely tall and strong fighter.

If you appreciate it according to the aesthetic standards of normal people, the figure of the chief judge of the Lightwing tribe is still very standard and pleasing to the eye. There is no shortage of wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. The smooth muscle lines seem to contain every inch. The amazing explosive power and the crisscrossing old and new scars on the body add a few different kinds of sexy charm that belongs to mature men.

When you see the dense scars on his body, your heart suddenly tightens inexplicably.

It turns out that the invincible Galluk, who is powerful in your eyes, will be injured like a human being.

You didn’t realize that the halo of Garuk, who was being watched seriously by you with this gaze, once again changed from white to a flash of dark pink. He also seemed to feel a little uncomfortable. Garuk carried him directly. I took out a new set of clothes from the space ring I carried and put on again.

...Wait, space ring??

Space ring is a kind of extremely precious magic item, only the upper-class people with distinguished status can afford it. The price varies according to the size of the space, but there is no doubt that even the smallest space ring, You also have to save for several years before you can afford it.

As the presiding judge of the Holy See, it is not unusual for Galluk to have a ring of space that can store things.

only……

You look weird as you watch him casually take out new knight shirts and coats from his belongings, then look down at the worn-out clothes he wore with blood stains on his body, slowly moving on his head A puzzled question mark appeared.

Ah, you must be content, how can you be so greedy.

It is already a very considerate act for Master Galluk to give you a piece of clothing to keep you warm, how can you get an inch!

You despised yourself severely in your heart, and when you were about to speak, there was an untimely gurgling sound in your stomach.

Especially the questioning look in the presiding judge's eyes makes you embarrassed that you want to dig a hole in the same place and bury yourself in it.

But fortunately, Galluk didn't say much, but picked up his weapon, turned and walked to the river, his eyes suddenly became sharp and serious.

I saw him swiftly insert the □ in his hand into the turbulent river a few times. When he raised the gun again, the position of the gun/head was filled with a bunch of fat and strong body, and the shape was quite long. Strange fish.

You stared blankly at his actions, your heart has been swiped by the famous painting'scream' emoticon.

So you later found that he was very skilled with the tip of the gun and flexibly scraped the scales of a few fish, opened his belly and cleaned the internal organs, and then inserted the wooden roots/cleaned fish that I didn’t know where they got, and were on the shore. When the fire was on, the aroma of grilled fish squeaked over after a while.

Garuk took a bite of the grilled fish, and then handed you another fish that had not been bitten.

You whispered a thank you, and took the grilled fish he handed over. Under the urging of hunger, you tried to ignore this strangely shaped fish, even though these grilled fish didn’t use any seasoning. But there is no strange fishy smell. After one bite, the sweet and fragrant fish almost melts in the mouth, immediately hooking up the gluttons in your belly.

You, who had a low appetite, let out a sigh of satisfaction after eating half of it.

But when your gaze swept across and was thrown aside, there were still a few pieces of silver long/gun with fish scales remaining on the tip of the gun, you were embarrassed in your heart, and at the same time you said sorry.

Suddenly, Galluk's expression changed suddenly. He threw the unfinished grilled fish into the fire, wrapped your body with one hand, and picked up the silver/gun on the ground with the other.

"Master Galluk, what's the matter?" You asked nervously.

Garukh did not speak to answer you, but stared at the opposite bank of the river vigilantly and defensively.

You also vaguely felt a little trembling of the danger approaching.

In your guarded gaze, a dozen light and vigorous ghostlike figures swiftly passed through the branches and woodland of the death forest. In a short while, they came to you.

Dark red eyes, beautiful face, tall and slender body, and jet black skin that seems to have been born in the mud-like muddy mud for a long time.

These uninvited guests are all nightfallen elves with evil and cruel nature that daunt other races.

They hide in the shadows of the trees, looking at you and Garuk with cold and greedy eyes, like poisonous snakes waiting for opportunities at any time.

Until a dark-skinned male elf with long silver-white hair, a black rapier carved with elf runes, and a pair of golden and red eyes that are completely different from other nightfall elves, slowly walked out. .

After passing Garukh, his eyes fell on you who was tightly held in his arms.

Those beautiful eyes that looked like a Persian cat seemed to flash a hint of icy discomfort quickly.

Then he narrowed dangerously.

"Got you."