"In the bright creek, there is a small trout, swimming happily like an arrow."
"I stood by the bank of the small river and looked at it quietly. In the clear river water, it swam so happily."
"The fisherman stood by the river bank with a hook and rod, looking at it coldly, trying to catch the fish."
"I hope in my heart that as long as the river water is clear and bright, he will not be able to catch the small trout ashore."
"But the fisherman didn't want to wait too long and didn't want to waste time. He hurriedly muddied the water before I had time to think about it."
"I caught the little trout ashore, and I was filled with anger when I saw that the little trout had been fooled."
The afternoon sun was hot and dazzling, and the girl from the fox tribe walked into the distance carrying the fishing rod. Half an hour later, she was seen sneaking into a certain dense forest with ease, and then sat next to a small lake.
The earthworm kept twisting and squirming, but in the end it was pierced by the iron hook. A beautiful parabola appeared, and the lake surface rippled in the next second. The fox tribe girl smiled and hummed a nursery rhyme, and then ate her lunch.
While stubbornly enjoying the sunshine.
This dense forest is her secret, and it is a place where even a novice like her can easily catch fish. Therefore, the girl will secretly go there every once in a while, and after the sunset, her friends can eat
Here comes the delicious grilled fish.
This fox girl is named Constance. People who don’t know her will regard her as an ordinary orc girl, but she is a transcendent existence within the Starlight Grassland. It can even be said that she is ranked only among
Oracle Regeni follows.
Constance, the fox tribe, the holder of the soul-peeling blade (one-handed weapon), the shaman saint, the patron saint of the Starlight Grassland, and the rising star of the Hetura tribe.
She was born with psychic power in her body, and she has now advanced to become a "Soul Attendant" at the age of less than fifteen. The so-called "Soul Attendant" is a powerful psychic after the Oracle.<
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No one knows where Constance comes from, even the leader of the Fox Clan has no impression of her. It was an afternoon in fifteen years, the sun was as bright as today, and the breeze was so gentle. The Oracle Regeni hugged her
He returned to the Hetura tribe with a baby, and immediately said that he would be his granddaughter from now on, and no one was allowed to harm him.
The group of shaman psychics did not take this matter seriously at first, thinking that the Oracle Regeni planned to adopt a descendant before his death. However, as Constance grew up, the little girl's psychic ability
It’s hard to hide your talent in magic. A five-year-old junior shaman, an eight-year-old intermediate shaman, a ten-year-old senior shaman, and a fourteen-year-old soul attendant.
Constance grew up at an almost unmatched speed, and the reason why she completely integrated into the Hetula tribe was the little girl's pure heart, her unpretentiousness like a white gem. Her shamanic psychic ability
He is not afraid of the strong, and he will not look at ordinary people differently, but if anyone can be accepted by the Hetula tribe, they can only be kind-hearted people.
Constance never bullied her grandfather because she was an oracle, and the oracle Regeni never asked the tribesmen for anything as the leader of the Hetura tribe. Everything eventually fell into place. Fourteen years later, Constance
Si has become a member of the Hetura tribe, and no one will question her title as a shaman saint.
Although the little girl looks crazy all day long, in terms of combat ability, she is now the second person in the Hetula tribe, and above her, the only one above her is the Oracle Regeni. p>
The brute force technique that comes to hand, the healing totem that heals wounds (healing), the uplifting totem under the horn (attack), and the oak totem that fights against trapped beasts (defense). In addition to the ancestral totem that Constance can master only after she has advanced to become an oracle (
(group madness), and the great prophecy technique, it can be said that he has already reached the peak of his cultivation.
And the oracle Regeni also admitted that Constance’s journey as an oracle still takes some time and cannot be achieved in a few years. Therefore, the little girl has become more and more idle in the past two years, except for late night every day.
Apart from practicing, I also run wild with the children of the Hetula tribe.
Oracle Regeni has no blame for this, but he only has one request, that is, he must not lose the soul-peeling blade (a one-handed magic weapon). In particular, Regeni gained it while traveling to another continent in his early years.
The trophy can be said to be the best companion of the shaman psychic, no less than the ancestral skull (one-handed magic weapon) in Regeni's body.
And now this soul-peeling blade (a one-handed magic weapon) is quietly dormant in Constance's body, constantly merging with the owner's blood, and growing spiritually day by day.
Another river fish bit the hook, and Constance pulled the fishing rod with a smile, but because she was a psyker, she seemed to be struggling for a while.
"The bull is crazy, the black bear is furious, the elephant trunk breaks the rock wall, the rhinoceros horn breaks through the solid wall, the soul is no longer timid, the power is like a spring, brute force!"
The soul-peeling blade (a one-handed magic weapon) came out of the body, Constance gave a sweet shout, and then chanted the shamanic psychic spell. The fox girl's body was filled with fluorescence, and then she pulled it up easily.
Got the fishing rod.
The setting sun scattered through the branches, and the orange-red spots looked like a leopard's coat. Constance nodded with satisfaction, then walked out of the dense forest carrying a small bamboo basket and quickly ran towards the Hetula tribe.
The orc women disemboweled the fish, cleaned them, and then skewered them on wooden sticks. The fish oil continued to drip, and the campfire crackled. A dozen little human children ate to their heart's content, and Constance had already
Return to the hide camp.
The ordinary day of the Hetura tribe came to an end. The vigilant shamans and psychics sat on the ground together, chatting about the recent events in the Golden Plains, or drinking ale in silence.
The soul-peeling blade (a one-handed magic weapon) is floating in the air at this moment, and wisps of spiritual power are wandering back and forth between Constance and Constance. This is one of the few orders from the oracle Regeni, ordering Constance to
Before you advance to become an Oracle, you must practice hard every day. The more spiritual power you accumulate, the better.
Because the oracle Regeni knows that every time he casts a great prophecy, the cost is a "choose one". Either consume a lot of spiritual power, or replace it with the power of life.
Constance is his future successor, so Regeni will prepare early to prevent the little girl from losing her life in vain, even if the oracle lives longer than the elf.
"Sir, according to the report from the wolf riders, the five strangers are expected to arrive at our Hetula tribe in two days. Do you think we should make preparations?"
An orc berserker first bowed to Regeni and then reported softly. Although he didn't understand why the Oracle valued the other party so much, he would not go against Regeni's wishes.
"No need, everything is as usual. Tell those frizzy little guys that if anyone makes the other party unhappy, I will exercise the power of the leader of the Hetura tribe."
After the Oracle Regeni finished speaking, he looked blankly at the fire again, as if there was something he had yet to figure out. The orc berserker nodded in agreement, and then slowly exited the animal skin camp.
But at this moment, he was already in a state of turmoil. "Exercising the power of the leader of the Hetura tribe" meant treating the other party as the same as the big leader Luca. Because except for the personal visit of the big leader Luca, the Oracle Regeni had never said this.
This is an order that almost threatens the same kind of people.
The bonfires in the Hetula tribe still emit heat waves, and the songs slowly float into the night sky and into the distance, eventually echoing on the Starlight Grassland for a long time.