Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

"Sal Nava, magic value, third level! Result: Unqualified!"

Listening to the indifferent voice of the tribal elder mixed with a bit of contempt, the black-haired boy named Sal lowered his head and gritted his teeth, silently retracting his rough, bandaged palm from the magic test stone.

You have obviously tried so hard...but it still doesn't work after all.

Thrall walked down from the sacred altar with unusually heavy steps. He never raised his head, but he still seemed to be able to feel the undisguised mocking gazes of the surrounding tribesmen.

These sights are so hot and spicy.

It was even more unbearable than the blacksmith uncle's furnace room where he often went to help. The gathering together gave people the illusion of being melted and burned.

"Hmph, a waste rejected by the God of the Forest, but you also want to participate in the wilderness trial of the hunter path? With only three levels of magic power, you are laughing to death. You are really humiliating yourself!"

"Get out of here, why are you dawdling! Don't delay the entry of other trialists! Get out of here, Thrall!"

"That's right, get out of here and don't be embarrassed!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at his pitiful look. He is definitely trying to win everyone's sympathy. Why do I feel like I'm going to vomit!"

Under the altar, several young and strong teenagers, shirtless and cheering, kept giving thumbs up while proudly stretching the tough muscle lines of buffalo leather on their arms.

It's not like they have any grudge against Thrall.

I just wanted to use this way of belittling the weak to show off my strength and pride, and to flatter some slender and charming girls in the nearby stands.

At the same time, the most eye-catching girls in the crowd, the pearls of the Gaoling tribe, although their faces did not show any strange feelings toward Sal and were very plain, they were still secretly interested in Sal. Talking in whispers.

"Hey, it sounds funny. Do you still remember that Amy secretly liked Sal when she was a child? She sent him a love letter. I want to ask you if you still like him now?"

After a petite girl with twin tails finished speaking, she reached out and poked the soft waist of a busty girl next to her, causing the other party to laugh coquettishly.

"Don't make trouble. It was just because I was ignorant when I was young. At that time, Sal was the son of our tribe's hunter captain. He was very handsome and talented. I don't believe you haven't liked him before!"

The girl named Amy pushed the girl with two ponytails with her elbow, then looked at the black-haired boy who left the scene with a slightly complicated look, and said with emotion:
"If Captain Nava hadn't shot the white moose favored by the God of the Forest in order to cure his wife's illness, and used the antlers as medicine, which offended the God, I think Israel's talent would not have ended up in this situation! "

"It's really a pity for Sal to say it. I often see him getting up before dawn to practice. He has to run around the high mountains carrying water every day just to water the flowers and plants along the way. In the end, he still doesn't wait for the God of the Forest to come. of forgiveness.”

"Yo yo yo, it seems that our little Amy has rekindled her old love for Sal and has been secretly paying attention to him! If your admirers find out about this, Sal will be in trouble!" The girl with twin ponytails Still laughing heartlessly.

It wasn't until the elder who was presiding over the trial on the altar slammed his scepter and shouted "Silence" that the place returned to silence, leaving only the footsteps of other trialists as they climbed onto the altar.

……

The Gaoling tribe holds the extraordinary inheritance of the hunter path, and will select suitable inheritors through a wilderness trial. Boys and girls over the age of 16 can participate in the wilderness trial as long as their magic value reaches level five or above. .

If you can pass this wilderness trial, you can embark on the path to transcendence, receive blessings from the gods, and officially become a transcendent on the hunter path. At the same time, you can master a series of abilities such as making extraordinary traps, training eagle eyesight, and taming extraordinary beasts.

But all this has nothing to do with Thrall. He was secretly rejected by a god.

The supernatural magic within the forest will not respond to his call. Even if it is forcibly absorbed into the body through the breathing method, the magic power will seep out like an hourglass, which is fatal to the transcendent who desires to take the path of a hunter.

Even the three levels of magic power he barely maintained were accumulated bit by bit in river valleys, streams, swamps and other places where the forest god's authority had less influence.

It's a pity that the Gaoling tribe has settled in the mountains and forests for many years, and is surrounded by endless forests. The power of the forest god here is too powerful.

Being separated from the God of the Forest is like a fish separated from the water source. Sal is now this miserable little fish. He feels indescribable pain and suffocation due to his situation!
"what!!!"

Sal walked on the mountain road like a zombie. The depression and depression in his heart made him roar to the sky, scaring away a large group of forest birds that were perched on the nearby tree crown.

He began to run along the mountain path towards another lower mountain, even though his chest and arms were scratched by the bushes and thorns along the way, there was no sign of pain.

Until Sal finally climbed to the top of the mountain and saw two tombs made of loess under a big banyan tree, he seemed to have lost all his strength and staggered to his knees before the tomb on the left.

He burst into tears while holding the tombstone, crying until he couldn't stop crying, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances in his heart.

"Mom, Sal is here to see you again. I'm sorry, but I can't become a transcendent after all. I've really tried my best, but I can't... there's no way."

Thrall's weakness and embarrassment were completely exposed in this deserted place, and even the dignity he barely maintained was completely lost.

He beat the ground with his fists like crazy, and mottled blood seeped out through the dirty bandages, dripping into the soil in front of the grave.

The portrait of a black-haired woman on the tombstone always looked at Sal gently and calmly, exuding an intellectual aura.

She is Thrall's mother, and she is different from the generally wild women of the high mountain tribe.

Thrall's mother is said to come from a large human city outside the mountains. She has a slightly pale and beautiful face, like a bouquet of white cherry blossoms that is about to wither.

In order to preserve this beauty, Sal's father, Captain Nava, a senior hunter, resolutely hunted the forest god's pet, the white moose favored by the god.

Thrall was able to enjoy a happy childhood with his mother's care and company, but he never expected that the fate of being cursed by the forest god would follow.

In the end, his father, who had been dealing with wild beasts all his life, was killed by a supernatural beast because he offended the forest god. His mother, also suffering from the pain of losing her husband and feeling guilty about Thrall, suffered a double blow, relapsed and died.

Thrall had tried various ways to atone for his sins from the forest god, but no matter what he did, it seemed like wishful thinking.

The most ironic thing is that the forest god who caused all this has become more and more famous among the mountains because of his divine punishments and miracles, and his believers have become more and more pious.

"Jie Jie Jie, kid, it seems you need a little help now?"

At this moment, a strange and domineering voice sounded faintly on top of the empty mountain top.

In an instant, the entire forest was enveloped in an invisible field.

The sound of the wind, the chirping of birds, and the flapping of insect wings all disappeared, and everything was completely silent. There had never been such a quiet moment in this forest. It was so quiet that it was terrifying. (End of chapter)