Chapter. 11. Wizard’s Wizard (11)
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Name: El-Farna.
Race: Elf / Female
Occupation: Spirit Warrior (Not the commonly known ‘Spirit Knight’. It is a unique occupation ‘Warrior’.)
Age: Estimated to be around 290 years old in the 130th year of the 3rd world solar calendar.
History:
It is unclear when it came out of the forest, but it is said to have been around 120 years old when it became active. It is a pure-blooded elf of the Tel-Narim class and is well known as an active, somewhat un-elf-like elf who frequently appears in history books.
It is recorded that he participated in all major battles such as the battle to liberate slaves of different races, the battle for the imperial throne, and the battle against the undead, and achieved remarkable results each time. Because he is not well-versed in political relationships, he maintains a close to hostile relationship with most factions despite his numerous majors.
Former Emperor Agdan III even criticized her as a ‘bat-like bitch who only knows what she sees.’ To that extent, he fights on the side of the empire, fights on the other side, and has the personality of a mercenary who just supports the side he likes.
At the end of World 2’s main scenario, ‘I found a human male I like.’ He said this, but Rabbit Princess, who was playing as a colleague at the time, said, ‘Ugh, shota.’ He was embarrassed by the criticism and did not speak about what happened after that, so it is not known.
It has been revealed by a ranker professor that she is currently working as the godmother of Kaneran, an elf village that was exiled to the Blue Line Mountains in March World over 70 years ago. Play is currently in progress.
Trait: Forest Branch – Racial trait. In forest terrain, movement speed, spirit power, long-distance attack power, and mental spell resistance are greatly increased. Becomes vulnerable to fire attribute attacks. Ability to communicate and cooperate with contracted trees. / He who whispers to the world – Automatically obtained when contracting with the highest level spirit. All lower-level spirits within a radius of 500 meters, up to 30 or less middle-level spirits, can be ministered to at no cost, and upper-level spirits can also be ministered to by simply sharing spirit power without a separate contract. If you have the title of ‘Great Spiritist’, it is a trait you must have, and in places where natural objects are abundant, it is safe to say that you are an army of walking spirits. / Pora’s Blessing – Pora’s Blessing, one of the companions that accompanied Rabbit Princess in World 2. As a half-breed dragon fairy, her blessing had a semi-verbal quality and was engraved in blood on El Parna’s severed thigh, saying, ‘Where the body disappeared, the feat and history will reside.’ The detailed effects are not known. / Nimble Step Lv.15 / Elf Retreat [Unique] Lv.Max / Elf Archery Lv. 3 / Intermediate Herbalism Lv.7 /
Strategy Point: Basically, he likes humans, and he says, ‘It’s so pretty to live so hard that it makes me want to die.’
The personality is close to that of an elf<<<<<<<<a barbarian warrior. It is safe to say that he is a Viking from the core, as he is able to create unique skills by wielding a mace or battle hammer that does not suit his body structure.
He has a cheerful and cheerful personality and a tendency to enjoy the battle itself, so he basically likes excellent warriors. It is said that even when he entered the palace after making a contribution in the struggle for the imperial throne, he lived only in the knights’ building.
After doping himself with all kinds of buffs, Rabbit proudly challenged him to a duel and was defeated, and El-Farna, who had a broken nose, smiled brightly and declared that he had passed. If you don’t have enough warrior abilities, don’t even try to attack. For reference, in the case of Emperor Cheonryu, as part of his wandering training, he applied for life and death and had his head blown off, so in the world of Tenryuje Seed 4, he started with a very hostile relationship with elves.
Anyway, if you want to like her, stimulate something rugged inside her. If you don’t have enough warrior skills, don’t even think about it. On the contrary, if you take a blatantly weak position, there is a possibility that you will be protected.
Other than that, he likes mushroom dishes, doesn’t tolerate injustice, and likes responsible people.
Racial discrimination, irresponsible strongman, reptile, deer, wizard, priest, undead, hates cold areas.
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Written by: All members of the Last Nerd Alliance chat room.
Editor: Speed Wagon
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“Memo… Godmother… is a macho… What else was worth seeing-”
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*** Blue Line Breakthrough Stagnant Water Route ***
Blue Line Mountains. A representative dungeon and demon cave that serves as the border between the empire and the three eastern countries that are usually active in 3 World.
It boasts a crazy environment to the point where people say that the answer is not to go if you look at the strategy, but if you play as a merchant or do a religious quest, you will definitely have to stop by at least once.
….syncopation.
Supplies: 150 pieces of sacred snow bullets made by Haram. Five barrels of holy oil. A bishop-level priest who knows how to ‘declare sanctuary.’ A player or escort with the combat power to fight undead with a master-level sword aura for more than 10 minutes.
The basic principle is to cross the border between the undead realm and the demonic realm. Ignore the path paved by the five major denominations. There is no way GG will let it go without incident due to its principles. Every time, ‘Huh! The border has been breached for the first time in 30 years!’ A disastrous encounter occurs with the same bullshit.
summary.
1. Avoid the 3 undead knights at all costs. They are crazy people who cut down two mountain peaks with one spear strike.
2. Cross the border between the undead and the demonic realm. Since demonic beasts are living creatures, they react very hostilely when high-ranking undead wander nearby. Recommendations are the border of the Dead Cat area for the undead and the Lone Wolf area for the beasts. The two don’t get along very well, so even if they chase the player, they quickly become aggro.
3. Once you have crossed the central ridge of the mountain range, take the shortest route and return to the path paved by the five major denominations. Beyond the ridge is imperial territory, and they manage the roads much better than the five major denominations, and the troops guarding them are quite elite.
This is a strategy I created after losing 3 accounts over a period of about 6 months, so I recommend it.
Written by: Fanny Street
Editor: Speed Wagon
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“This is also useful data.”
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Wow, it’s killing me.
“Okay, this is it. This is a game! “It’s very comfortable!”
Whether your stomach turns, whether an elf looks down at you with bug-like eyes, or whether your girlfriend in that distant reality suddenly has a change of heart and starts broadcasting.
Either way, the sun will rise and there is no need to ignore the circumstances and get out of the way today.
The professor left his dormitory and was walking through the village with a distraught mind. Fortunately, the material Dana sent was good enough to ease his complicated mind.
‘The method I chose to solve the vast amount of information I requested was somewhat, no, extremely shocking… but I have no choice but to acknowledge its effectiveness.’
Every time I went through each file that Dana uploaded to the community, a lot of Altoran-like data came out. There are several people who wrote the data, so although there are some personal impressions mixed in, it is safe to say that this is an expert level among the numerous strategy posts posted on the community.
Seeing the pile of strategies in the corner of my eye made me feel warm, like a farmer looking at a wheat field during harvest season.
“by the way. Our royal elf grandmother once said that it would be great to have a fist fight with a great hero who was rumored to be so crazy about battle…” The
professor swept his arm, recalling the glow that had shone in the old elf’s only remaining eye. .
Ugh, creepy. can not. How do you fight something like that?
I don’t know if an elf, especially a 300-year-old elf, is born with a level 5 archery skill, but his archery skill is level 3, which is 2 levels lowered, and the battle skill, which he can’t even use well, has reached max level with his unique skill.
A 200-year-old macho elf who walks around the battlefield with the quiet, light steps characteristic of an elf, and cracks bones with a mace. I never want to fight. That and Ilgito are freezing to death. If I encountered an enemy, I was confident that I would run away screaming like a girl.
Even now, more than 70 years have passed since it was recorded there. The spirit power must have been accumulated over the years, and looking at the living tree prosthetic hand, there seemed to be no reason to expect the aging of the body, which could at least be predicted as a possibility. Since it is a prosthetic limb made based on spirit power, it can actually produce a higher output than the original body.
“hmm. Let’s give up on trying to reduce likability by sparring. “I’m trying to act like we’re friends, but I can’t even make sense of it.”
Although there was a high possibility that the level of the elf who would follow her on this mission would vary depending on her friendliness, you have to give up what you have to give up. And there’s no law that says the only way to attack is the right answer, right?
“You never know. “I’m just saying that’s the method that works best. Since you like people, aren’t there many other ways to become friends?”
Just now, aren’t you on your way to her house since the morning when your godmother asked you to meet her separately from the rest of the group? Maybe she really liked the way he confidently said everything he wanted to say in front of her yesterday.
Refreshing morning forest air. The fragrant smell of breakfast soup made by elves who do not mind eating meat, perhaps because they are half-elves. Unlike before, there is even a solid accumulation of information.
I couldn’t help but hum as I felt like everything was going well.
Knock knock!
“The human warrior professor greets one of the forest’s oldest branches.”
“What about the old branch… come in?”
At first, the Narim-class elves who caused such competition seemed familiar to me now. good. Everything is soft. I feel like things are going to go well today. I feel like this… It’s been so long!
Even the elf godmother prepared breakfast herself. As soon as she opened the door, a warm breeze and a strong smell of wood tickled her face. The professor, who was in a better mood for the first time in a long time, smiled brightly and said the morning greeting he had prepared in advance.
“Rathura lo-haram. Thank you for inviting me to breakfast like this….”
Clud-
clack- wow!
“…?”
No, I tried to say it out loud. Until he recognized that what caught his eye was not a refreshing breakfast place with lots of mild spices typical of elves, but El Farna, with all the furniture gone, a sturdy floor, and even stronger-looking limbs swinging.
“Whoa! Welcome. “I called you because I wanted to ask you something.”
“Um… uh…”
Where she stepped, the floor could not withstand her immense strength and was seen cracking and then gluing back together. The leg strength is enough to split that strong elf neck.
Boom!
And a battle hammer that looks like it’s made entirely of tree roots and a metal ore that digs into hard wood floors just by placing it on the ground.
“Oh godmother?”
It’s also strange. Just a minute ago, I felt like everything I did would go well.
Why is this damn familiar ominous feeling coming to mind now?
“What on earth does this mean….”
“Hmm? “After seeing your well-trained body, I thought you would understand without me having to say anything… But isn’t there only one thing for people like us to do at this time?”
Kurrrrrrrrr!
As if it were a déjà vu of our first meeting yesterday, the godmother’s house began to climb up the tree trunk at high speed. The tree house quickly reaches the top of the tree and begins to expand its area by extending its trunk.
“I invited you to take a break before the ceremony. Although I beat down demonic beasts and undead every day, sometimes I want to try my hand at it with someone who has honed their own skills. “But I’m a bit… weak when it comes to chatting with my kids.”
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Oh my god. Oh oh oh what the fuck.
Only then did the professor realize that the warm breeze coming from the godmother’s house was not the warmth of a simple breakfast, but the heat radiating from the body of a warrior in training, and that the smell of fresh grass was the scent of sap seeping through the prosthetic limbs of a tree squeezed with great force. .
‘oh my god. I heard that yesterday’s story turned out in a strangely positive way!’
The professor looked down at his arm.
A perfectly muscular body that boasts ample size without any body fat due to excessively compressed muscles.
A body full of deep scars that look as if they have been through countless battlefields, but in reality half of the wounds are half caused by all kinds of self-injury and muscle training that borders on self-injury to suppress infectious agents.
There was no need to do anything to like him or anything. It’s been decades since the godmother left this world and settled here.
The moment she saw a professor who looked like a ‘real warrior’ for the first time in a long time after only seeing elves as skinny as tree branches, her crush had already begun to rise!
“I treated you harshly from the first time we met, so you must have accumulated a lot emotionally. It’s just your mission to bear the name of your race that has captured your heart! Don’t worry! At this very moment, I promise to face you not as Kaneran’s Godmother or as a Sprout of Light, but purely as a warrior vs. a warrior! Take up your own weapon, young warrior! Since I have tested your heart, shouldn’t I now test your ability to carry out that will?”
“Does it have to be like this!”
“Isn’t it good! By the way, if you sweat like this in the morning, your meal will be even more hearty!”
Tsk tsk! Patter….
As El Parna raised that vicious battle hammer, the professor unconsciously raised his fist due to the intimidation he felt. When the godmother saw that, she smiled so fiercely that she exposed all her teeth.
“Bare hand baktura. It is an art that only those who can fully trust in the body they have honed through their own will choose. I like it more and more! Yes, I recognized it from the time I wasn’t wearing any special armor! Excellent! What spirit! A warrior’s courage is equal to the depth of the scars on his body! Self, Self, Self! “Let’s have some fun!”
“Oh my! Godmother, I am just what you think….”
Buwaaaaaaaaah!
Creepy-
“Aaaah!”
As the professor waved his hands, a huge battle hammer disappeared from sight for a moment and was soon swung towards his temple with a sound that tore through the air.
The temple. Without even saying anything about starting, it went straight to my head!
Thanks to my survival instinct, I was able to narrowly avoid it. The wind that was swung along with the battle hammer was enough to sting my eyes.
‘I definitely passed by. ‘I didn’t get hit by a hammer, I got hit by the wind blowing next to me and the tip of my ear was blown off!’
It’s so powerful that just looking at it makes you lose your mind. Destructive power, speed and recovery time after attack. There was literally no monster.
The professor spoke in a tearful voice with one last hope, even as he felt his muscles swell as he entered a battle stance.
“If I did something wrong or didn’t like you, I would apologize even if it meant cutting off an arm…”
“Hmm? You’re saying strange things. Hey, I really liked you. It’s a true body that is rare in this era, so much so that I want to become friends with it. Don’t warriors strengthen their friendship by exchanging attacks with each other?
Buwaaaaah!
The professor, knowing that there was nowhere else to run to that answer, rushed forward.
Tororok.
With a single clear tear, I hoped that if the pain was destined to end anyway, it would end as quickly as possible.
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….Quaaang.
….Cow.
Food!
The heart of the peaceful Blue Line Mountains.
As the rising sun collected the morning dew, a strange noise echoed through the green trees.
The sound that startled the ptarmigan who had just woken up was a combination of a piercing sound and a screaming drum.
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