The days became peaceful, and Boom stayed in the Wonderful House every day to familiarize himself with the identity of a magician. He continued to use the summoning circle, hoping to turn it into an immediate combat power as soon as possible.
Christine took Perseus and Hastur deep into the Starlight Grassland all day long, teaching the former how to better switch between attack and defense, correcting Hastur's fighting style, and teaching him the most orthodox whispers.
Forest assassination technique. And also to avoid seeing the magical creatures summoned by Boom.
"Huh? By the way, the dairy products of your orc tribe are really of high quality, but I always feel that they are different from the ones I bought before?"
"Eat slowly, there are a lot of these dried fruits. If you really like it, why not go to the Elf Continent to buy some yourself. You won't always stay here, will you, and will you never travel?"
Rikka was sipping coffee and chewing cheese. In her opinion, the orcs were synonymous with dairy products, far more famous than berserkers or shamans.
And after she saw the imageless look of the other party, she was also curious that this powerful man who was on equal footing with the Magister had never left the Hetura tribe.
"That's right! Our orc tribe's dairy products are the best! Not only are they of high quality, they are also cheap."
"Elf continent? Grandpa said that if I can become an oracle in the future, I can naturally go to the places I want to visit. But before that, I can only live within the boundaries of the Hetura tribe."
Constance raised her head very proudly when she heard this. This was her pride as an orc. But for a moment, a trace of longing appeared in her eyes. It seemed that she was tired of the life of the Hetura tribe and hoped to be able to live like a traveler.
Traveling the whole world like that.
But Constance also understands that the meaning of her existence is not to be willful. She is destined to inherit the name of Oracle in the future and is destined to shoulder the rise and fall of shamans. She does this to express her gratitude to her grandfather for his upbringing.
At the same time, it is also the responsibility of being a member of the orc clan.
"Oh, that old bastard isn't here anymore, so let's stop making nonsense."
"Tell me the story of the old gods. How about I exchange snacks with you?"
Rikka, who was leaning under the shade of a tree, stretched out his hand to hold up a black ant. Then his nails shook slightly, and all the tentacles and six arms of the black ant were detached.
Constance shook her head when she saw this. After getting along with each other for this period of time, she also roughly figured out Rikka's temperament. In her opinion, although the other party was a peak alien, he was far better than the big shots in her impression.
Even more terrifying.
On weekdays, he looks carefree and smiles playfully towards everyone. He is neither arrogant nor domineering, nor does he behave like a strong man.
But many small things reveal her coldness and ruthlessness. For example, the spider with all its arms amputated, the poisonous wasp with its tail sting removed, the lion with its mouth full of sharp teeth smashed, and the moth with its wings removed. It seems that in Rikka's eyes, apart from his own companions, the value of any life's existence is just for his enjoyment, which is as worthless as dirt and stones.
However, Constance also understood that as an ancient beast, it was not easy for him to reach such a level. At least he was far easier to talk to than those "Twelve Monsters".
"Old God, if you want to hear it, I can naturally tell you without having to exchange snacks."
Constance nodded after hearing this, and then sat up. However, her hand still pulled the two bags of dried fruit to her side, for fear that Rikka would regret it.
"The old god Ipoztel is the god in charge of the sky. Legend has it that no one has seen his true face because he never lands and always floats above the clouds."
"The old god Ipoztel is a faceless one, with twelve tentacles pouring out from his chest, controlling the wind and clouds all the time."
"The joints of his arms are separated, and the connections are water vapor and thunder and lightning. His wings are the birthplace of the wind elemental elves, and his legs have long been entangled into a tail, and this tail can shatter the sky. At the same time,
It also controls the changes of day and night."
After Constance said that, she dropped a dozen bee sugar into the coffee cup, stirred it with a silver spoon, and tasted it like Rikka.
Foreigners like Rikka may be interested in these legends of the old gods, but as a shaman soul attendant, she has already been able to memorize them fluently.
"The old god Kusuen, the god in charge of the earth, is said to be the first tree in the world, the ancestor who awakened all spirits, and the creator of all flesh and blood."
"The appearance of the old god Kusuen is light gray, with thousands of tentacles replacing branches and roots. The giant eye at the crown of the tree can penetrate the soil and reach the end of the world."
"He didn't want to live in a dead place, so he peeled off some of his tentacles and transformed them into mountains and rivers. The liquid flowing out of the giant eye turned into solidified spirits, sawdust curled up into mounds, and roots knotted into plains."
Constance took a bite of the white sugar cake and nodded with satisfaction. Rikka on the opposite side was writing it down, as if she planned to think about it carefully after a while.
Constance is very satisfied with Rikka's performance. Because the old gods are the spiritual pillars of the alien race, and anyone who can accept the existence of the old gods is naturally a friend of the alien race.
"Nimbulos, the old god, is the god of the sea, and is also the god of swamps, streams, and lakes. She looks like a girl, with long hair like seaweed, a robe shrouded in mist, and unpredictable eyes." p>
"It is said that after the death of all souls, the soul will leave the body and eventually float to the ocean or river. The duty of the old god Nimbulus is to crush these souls to end the glory or sin of each existence in life." p>
"But the ocean became deeper because of this, the streams turned into waterfalls, the swamps were bottomless, and the huge waves swallowed up countless visible things."
After Constance said that, she changed into a more comfortable position. The tip of Rikka's quill now outlined the outline of the Charybdis vortex, and finally settled on the mermaid territory.
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Because compared to the land or the sky, Rikka is most familiar with the ocean. And in her eyes, the master of the ocean is not the old god Nimbulos, but the mermaid Scylla.
"The old god Azathoth is the god in charge of psionic energy. He is the source of power for all psykers and magicians. He is the 'Lord of Demons' and the most compassionate being for all souls."
"He created the magic crystal with his own hands and bestowed great honor on the dragons. He buried his treasure chest in the Flint Basin to compensate for the dwarves' inability to give birth to psykers. His tears turned into drizzle,
And the end of these drizzles is each staff and each magical weapon."
"His mutterings turned into incantations, and his anger reached its peak. His compassion turned into the knight's qigang cloak, and his kindness condensed into the warrior's fighting spirit shield. His madness was the ancient spirit.
The embodiment of a ferocious beast."
Constance played with her soul-peeling blade (a one-handed magic weapon) and motioned to Rikka to bring out more snacks and coffee.
"Uh... do you foreigners have any serious illness? Can you believe such a baseless legend? Aren't you worried about being taken advantage of?"
"Forget it, anyway, I don't believe in any gods, nor do I believe in the legends of these old gods. If I had a choice, I would rather be above all spirits. That would be the most comfortable life."
Rikka put away her notebook and made coffee again. She seemed to be very disdainful of the old god in the other party's words. Constance smiled after hearing this, but said nothing more. Because she knew that Rikka, as an ancient ferocious beast, would naturally not
It’s not that you don’t want to admire some illusory existence, but that there is no need at all.