Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

On the other hand, with the help of the ice magic created by Lord, everyone successfully made dragon skin paper, the ink was also ready, and Norn began to write the first magic book in human history.

They passed through the canyon outside the dwarven town, and the first large city they had encountered on their adventure gradually disappeared from sight.

Lord recalled what Dulor had told him before he left.

"You are free to choose any of the equipment and weapons in my workshop, but I have one condition. I hope you can tell the world that this holy sword is the work of me, Dulor!"

Dwarves attach the most importance to the word honor.

Among them, the powerful warriors hope to leave their names in history with their own strength, just like Som.

The best way for a dwarf forging master like Duror to leave a name for himself is to have his works known throughout the continent.

Then all creatures will know that this was forged by Master Durol.

Lord agreed to this and promised him that the name of the holy sword Elsword would spread throughout the entire continent.

The sun sets and rises again.

Another month has passed.

This time, Lord and his group came to an unfamiliar forest.

The towering ancient trees blocked the sunlight, and the air was filled with the scent of damp moss, but no trace of monsters was found along the way, only a few scattered wild beasts.

Eric was left to deal with all these beasts, which was considered a snack for tonight.

"It's too quiet here." Thorm gripped his battle axe tightly, his dwarf instinct making him tense. "I can't even hear a bird singing!"

Celia's fingertips lit up with detection magic: "There is a life reaction, but it is very weak."

Lord also released his own detection magic, and after carefully identifying it, he shook his head and said, "It's not a monster, it's probably just the natives of this forest."

Along the way, they rarely saw any demons, let alone monsters.

Lord even had a guess about this. Could it be that all the demons and monsters on the entire continent were moving towards the Forest of Elves?

According to Kraft, the coalition forces of the three tribes were also gathering there, and war was about to break out.

Now half a year has passed and I don’t know what the situation is like.

But it should be okay, right? After all, that's a coalition of the three most powerful races on the continent, and they even have the Skywing tribe, who are directly under the goddess.

Lord could not even imagine the possibility of losing.

Probably not?

How to lose when the goddess rides on your face?

But for some reason, I always have a bad feeling in my heart.

It was as if I had forgotten something important.

But no matter what, this war is not something he can intervene in now, he must become stronger.

Suddenly, a rustling sound coming from the fog interrupted Lord's thoughts.

A dozen figures emerged from behind the trees.

They have the appearance of humans, but their bodies are very short, their limbs are extremely uncoordinated, and their skin is green, almost blending in with the surrounding environment.

"Stop, outsider." The leading creature spoke, his voice like the rubbing of leaves, and he spoke word by word, obviously not very familiar with the common language of this world.

Facing these races he had never seen before, Lord looked at Celie, only to see her shaking her head slightly.

Obviously, Celie didn't know the identity of the race in front of her.

"Hello, who are you?" Lord took the initiative to speak.

But the leading creature slowly shook his head. Their clan usually communicated through thoughts and did not need to speak at all.

Now faced with these outsiders, their limited common language vocabulary was no match for them, so they had no choice but to keep silent.

Lord and his companions naturally didn't know the reason, and they felt helpless in the face of the silence of these unknown races.

"In that case, have you ever seen a creature like me?" Lord asked, pointing at himself.

Since we can't communicate, we might as well take this opportunity to ask these people if they have any clues about human settlements.

"Elf. Search?"

"It's not an elf, it's me!" Rod pulled Eric's ears. "Elves don't have ears that short!"

Eric: “.”

Don't you have ears yourself? Why are you pulling mine?

The leading green creature slowly spoke again: "Yes, here."

He raised his hand with an extremely slow movement, so slow that Lord wanted to press the fast-forward button, and then pointed in a certain direction.

"one day."

"That means there will be a human settlement about a day's journey in this direction, right?" Noen asked uncertainly.

The main thing is that this creature is not only slow in movement, but also speaks little, so we can only guess from its limited words.

"That should be the case. It's on the way anyway."

Chapter 60: New Human Village

Following the directions of those unknown green creatures, everyone set out on their journey again.

After passing through layers of overlapping mountains, everyone's eyes suddenly opened up.

A village built on the mountain appeared before our eyes.

"This is a great place." Lord exclaimed after observing the surrounding terrain.

"Yes, it's located deep in the mountains, and they are all barren. No wild beasts or monsters will set foot here. It can be said to be a natural refuge."

Norn also echoed.

Along the way, he couldn't help but admire the ancestors in his village who chose the Gmir Forest, a natural monster-restricted area, as their habitat.

The outside world is full of dangers, and it is difficult to gain a foothold without strong strength.

Whether it is their village or the village in front of them, they have chosen to live in areas where monsters will not set foot. One can imagine the current situation of human beings.

Everyone walked into the village. When the villagers discovered Lord and his group of strangers, they immediately gathered together vigilantly, holding some simple weapons in their hands.

Norn couldn't help but sigh that even among the human tribes, there were differences in the level of development.

Because their village does not have to worry about monster attacks, they can send people out to explore at will. Once they encounter a race with which they can communicate, they can ask for advice on more advanced technologies.

In Lord's words, they had already entered the Iron Age, but the weapons used in the village before them were very simple, and even some stone spears could be seen.

This mountain is their protective shell, but also an obstacle for them to go out. I'm afraid the only outside creatures these people can come into contact with are the green-skinned people in the forest.

Norn and Lord looked at each other and nodded. It was obvious what they wanted to do.

At this time, a white-haired old man came forward with a cane. It seemed that he was the village chief. "Strangers, who are you?"

He suddenly stopped talking, his cloudy eyes fixed on Lord and the others' faces: "Are you of the same race?"

Among these five people, the elves' slender ears and the dwarves' short but powerful bodies are very easy to identify, except for Lord and his two companions who look exactly like them.

Their village had records of some outside races, including elves, dwarves, and even their own people, so the old man asked uncertainly.

"Yes, old man." Norn stepped forward, "We come from a distant forest and are currently on an adventure."

The villagers wearing animal skins suddenly became agitated.

There are not many people in this village, probably only about a hundred.

So when faced with Lord and his men's sudden visit, almost everyone went into battle, even the children were no exception. It can be said that they were full of martial virtues.

Now that they saw that these outsiders were actually of the same tribe, curiosity overwhelmed their vigilance. Even the children poked their heads out from behind the adults and looked curiously at these fellow people who were dressed strangely.

That night, by the bonfire in the center of the village.

The villagers brought out simple but their best food to entertain Lord and his group.

The old village chief told everyone the history of the village.

"Our ancestors fled here to escape monsters, and we've lived here for three generations," the old village chief sighed. "But the harvests have been getting worse lately. I'm afraid we'll have to start a new migration soon."

This area is originally a barren mountain with very rare plants. Therefore, there are no wild beasts or monsters, allowing the people in this village to spend nearly a hundred years in peace.

But the land is still too barren, and sowing alone cannot even support a few hundred people.

They have now reached the end of their rope.

Before Lord could speak, Norn suddenly stood up and said, "I can help you!"

Under the villagers' surprised gaze, a warm light lit up in his palm.

The ball of light slowly rose into the sky, illuminating the entire village as bright as day.

It was the lighting magic developed by Lord. Now, except for Som, everyone knows this simple but useful magic.

Lord thought about Norn's misconduct and finally swallowed back what he was about to say.

He could understand the other person's feelings, but he still felt a little disappointed that his role was taken away.

At this time, a small hand quietly placed on Lord's head and gently stroked it.

He looked up and saw that it was Celie.

At this moment, the other person still had a happy smile on his face.

"Hoohoo! Are you unhappy?"

Go against Tiangang!

In order to touch her own head smoothly, Celie stood up. Otherwise, with her short stature, she would have to raise her arms very high to touch Lord's head.

"Are you taking revenge?" Lord said helplessly.

"You can understand it this way. It's your fault that a human like you likes to touch my head!"

Celia had wanted to do this for a long time.

She really wanted to see this human's helpless expression.

Just like when I was touched on the head.