The carriage was extremely quiet. Whether it was Caroline who was huddled in the corner, staring at Elina outside with a small face tense, or Mia who was sitting quietly, she focused her eyes on the hands holding Cyril at this moment.

Cyril also stayed there. He never expected that this lively and somewhat jumpy elf lady would have such a bold action. This caused him to suffer a huge impact in his previous life, both in the game and in reality, whether in the emotional line.

But this was only a short moment, and the next second, the Elf Miss exerted force and pressed his hand on the big book spread out on her knees.

The three pairs of eyes then moved to the three hands pressed on the big book.

But the Elf Miss seemed to not notice those gazes, just looked at Cyril's hand falling on the book and said softly: "Can you hear the sound of the natural wind?"

"Natural wind?"

Misha stopped talking, her fingers bent slightly, and her fingertips scratched the back of Cyril's hand like she had touched the page before. This strange touch made Cyril's breathing gradually heavier, but before he could think more, a heat flow from the pages rushed to his palm-

He seemed to see thin winds squeezing over, surrounding his fingers and wrists, and under the heat flow of the pages, it was like a warm seedling bed. He felt that all his senses were concentrated in his hands at this moment, and the pages were pulling him, as if he wanted to pull him into the book.

He couldn't help but close his eyes. The dark world that was supposed to be flashing with crystal green light, and countless running phantoms were mixed in the green light.

Cyril didn't know what these green lights and phantoms mean at first, but he immediately reacted:

Green light is the forest of nature, and those phantoms are the tide of beasts that are turbulent—

This book gave him a glimpse of the forest outside the carriage!

This is a very mysterious state, like the warm quilt in the early morning of winter, and I miss you so much that I can't bear to leave it. And at this moment, he didn't even have a social animal to feel the crisis of "life and death speed" for a few minutes, because the elf's voice was tempting, like the green vines in the forest, wrapping around the torso:

"Don't open your eyes, keep feeling it, it's almost done, Nora is whispering, have you heard it?"

Nora's whisper—

The green spots of light suddenly began to leap, they were swaying, splitting little by little, like dandelions gradually separated. The facts proved that Cyril's association was correct at this moment. The split spots of light suddenly soared, shuttled through the running shadows, and shuttled through the large green light.

He suddenly felt that this scene looked familiar, and immediately realized where he had seen it.

wind.

"Listen to the wind."

He murmured quietly and activated his reconnaissance skill that was not very frequent. And at the moment the skill was activated, the flying green spots of light were like fish rushing towards bread crumbs, and in an instant they all rushed in—

"Crazy!"

The door of the carriage was suddenly lifted by the wind, and the curtains were blown up by the wind. The girls exclaimed, thinking that a Satterson dog rushed in. And Alina had already rushed forward with a sword. The scorching red flames passed by a bright fire in the air, but it slashed the air with one knife.

But in Cyril's world, what he saw was a green torrent rushing towards his place, and then merged into his body.

Then he opened his eyes.

Misha Ashfan in front of him was squinting his eyes, with a natural smile on his face. His eyes slid down, but he saw the pages of the big book shining with bright green light, and there seemed to be a strong fragrance of flowers and fruits floating in the entire carriage.

"It's already available, the same clan." Misha nodded slightly at him, "I read that right, the same clan, the God of Nature blesses you."

But Cyril couldn't hear her words at this moment. He was staring at the front, as if he was staring at Miss Misha's face, but in fact, the panel of attributes was emerging in front of him.

Below that panel, the small word about "Element Pool" that was originally very inconspicuous is now lit up, leaving only the line "Wind Element Affinity".

And in the character panel above, there is an additional line of information:

Cyril Adrien, half-elf, male [Acting Commander of the Knights of Silver Blade]

Life: 100%

Level: 11 (30/400)

Career: Practitioner Knight (8/50)

Element pool: enabled. Main attribute: wind.

And under the long skill bar, there is also a very conspicuous skill:

The wind of nature [Ashfan].

He raised his eyebrows. Of course he had heard of the skill of Natural Wind. It was a skill that most priests would try to learn from the elves.

To do this, it is necessary to complete a very long task chain, which is extremely difficult. Generally, the priests of small guilds cannot even complete it, and only the elite groups of large guilds have this condition.

The effect is also very simple and crude: it provides the entire team with a blood recovery effect.

In the early stages of the game, it is not an exaggeration to be able to challenge monsters above their level 10 and dungeons above their level 5.

But the problem is that this is not an offensive skill!

Is this a skill that only a milk should have?

I am Cyril Adrien, the "Formation Breaker" who was the leader of the three knights under the shadow of Twilight in my previous life. The only designated acting leader of the Silver Blade Knight is an absolute offensive knight who is determined to take the sword, poison the sword, and then sneak to stab people back.

Even if you don’t have that ability at this time, the development direction is always determined, right?

Why did it turn into a sensation like a titty riding in a blink of an eye?

And this is the natural wind of the Elf of Ashvan - what is the existence of the Elf of Ashvan? The hidden elves, whoever pulls a sharp ear from their wooden house, is a great wizard and a high priest. Their natural wind, not to mention whether it will have extra aggressiveness, is even more powerful than others in their milk volume.

Cyril was still struggling, but others couldn't wait any longer. Cyril suddenly felt pain on his face and came to his senses. He saw that Caroline was trying hard to tiptoe, holding the chair, and reaching out to grab his cheek.

The Elf Miss looked a little embarrassed and said softly:

"If you don't make a decision quickly, the Sutterson dogs will pounce on you."

"Ah, yes, Miss Ashfan, please start the spell in this code immediately."

Cyril quickly retracted his hand that was still pressing on the book, turned his head to look outside the carriage. The running dogs were only one step away from the horses. Alina was lifting her calf wrapped in small leather boots and stepped hard on a Sutterson dog's paw on the edge of the carriage.

The forest dog rolled out with a roar, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Misha got Cyril's permission and then stood up with the book in his hand and closed her eyes slightly.

"The God of Nature is above, and your faithful believers pray to you, pray for your protection, give me the hidden forest, and give me the wind of resurrection—"
Chapter completed!