Surrounded by clouds, goshawks hovering among the majestic mountains, sharp eagle eyes overlooking the large jungle below. In the boulevard, a carriage that seemed empty was running fast, and the sound of hooves shocked countless birds on the side of the road...

He didn't know where his perspective was, and observed the scene that happened under his feet. He seemed to be the eagle, chasing the carriage that seemed to be running away with the wind.

The panicked scene quickly became chaotic, and a group of centaurs rushed out of the woods beside the road - they were real "centaurs". They exposed their upper body and their thick arms were holding spears. The tall body of the person in charge directly hit the carriage. The iron spear pierced the carriage and tore it into broken wooden blocks, revealing the empty carriage.

The picture suddenly flowed at this moment. On the steep cliff, the slender elf grabbed the vines with one hand, half hanging in the air, trying hard to reach the protrusions on the cliff with her toes-

What is this place? The mountains and forests seem to fit Amasil, who also has centaurs - is this the memory of the body of "Cyril Adrien"?

Ah, to put it this way, Cyril has not yet investigated the identity of the original owner. After all, there is no clue to investigating this matter, and he has no resources. The easiest direction to buy is the surname, but who knows if Adrien is a pseudonym?

He will regard this scene as the past of Cyril Adrien, and intends to look at what the slim elf is going to do in detail. The elves are generally slender and slender. Even the strong elves cannot see large bulges of muscles, but are streamlined, and a set of clothes cannot be seen at all.

Just like Cyril himself, he waved him there, who could tell that the half-elf boy who changed into a dress was a handsome girl, was actually a fierce man who could charge and shield and catch back stabs?

He watched the elf slowly moving downward, combining the two pictures, and vaguely guessed that the carriage should have been the guise given by the elf to attract attention, but he himself escaped from the cliff.

But centaurs and elves are both natural people. They belong to the same camp. Can the Centaur Sen Sanitation Team, the name of the Centaur Guard responsible for punishment and order, betrayed the elves to clear the law, betrayed Nora, the god of nature, and cast their way to other beliefs?

But he hadn't seen the elf climb down the cliff yet, and suddenly the whole picture shaking, and then the space seemed to be stretched out, twisted, and shaking up and down—

Cyril opened his eyes, and the feeling of being pulled on his cheeks was clearly fed back into his brain in an instant. He immediately realized what was going on, looked helplessly at him squatting beside him, stretching out his little hands to pull his face, twisting back and forth, having fun.

An inexplicable pessimism suddenly arose from Cyril's heart. This kind of scene seemed to have happened. Just a month ago, Cyril, who was "newly arriving", opened his eyes and saw Caroline wiping his cheeks.

But after just so little time, Caroline actually started to snatch his face and play?

"Ah, my fellow tribe, are you awake and sleeping comfortably?"

The voice of the Elf Miss came leisurely, her tone was very light, and the tail sound naturally rose, reminding people of the rustling sound of the prosperous summer leaves shaking in the wind.

But Cyril immediately realized that something was wrong. Miss Misha's voice was so close that he could even see her clothes with a slightly raised light. Could it be...

"Can the same tribe return my book to me?"

"ah?"

Cyril was stunned and reached out to touch the back of his head. The book Miss Misha had been holding was the fragrance of flowers and leaves.

Oh, it turns out that the book is on the pillow? That's all right.

"Where are we?" Cyril sat up and could feel the shaking around. On the bench opposite, Alina leaned against Mia's arm, and her golden hair trembled as the surroundings shaking, landing on the tip of the girl's nose, making her wrinkle her nose constantly in her sleep.

"After counting, it must have been halfway through." The elf replied, "In another half a day, I guess I will be able to arrive in Yellberg."

"Already on board? So fast?"

"Same tribe, if you walk out of the cabin now, you will find that it is already time for the stars in the sky." Misha answered like a poem.

I actually slept for half a day, but I don’t know if it was because of the adequate sleep or the natural code. The fatigue caused by the magical deficit was wiped out, and even the wind element pool that had been squeezed out was heavy and full.

Of course, this is because his total magic power is too small compared to normal mages, so he can naturally recover so quickly. Neither the wanderer nor the knight is known for his "blue strip length".

He calculated a little. After encountering the rotten-eating vulture, the magic power in his elemental pool was directly squeezed dry by the sword and a row of meteorite hammers. In the following battle, he only launched several charges, sneaks, throats and back pricks.

But to calculate normally, just charging, stealth and other skills consumed on the skill table should have a lot of magic left in this battle.

He thought for a moment and couldn't help but smack his tongue - the excess consumption was obviously from the throat and back stings used with the support of "Wanxiang Wind Shape". Of course, the power was indeed not bad at all, but the consumption was obviously outrageous.

It seems that at present, he cannot switch back and forth between "Knight" and "Roamer" as he wishes in battle.

However, Cyril soon had a new idea - because the wanderer emphasizes the characteristics of "ignoring defense" and "armor breaking", it is normal for him to consume more.

But other normal martial arts, those sword skills that he failed to put in the skill bar, and even the skills of other weapons, such as the "World Dance Pick" that killed the five-headed rotten vultures, can be easily used.

The magic they need to consume is obviously not as high as the skills of the wanderer.

Thinking of this, Cyril couldn't help feeling comfortable. Although this "golden finger" came a little late, and it seems to be quite restrictive now, it is already the best help for him-

After all, what is a highly obsessed player who can be more powerful than a sect of all kinds of weapons and martial arts that are just wandering on the surface, but secretly in order to have an advantage in melee battle, and to have a chance to chew all kinds of weapons and genres once, can better exert the power of the [characteristic] of the Wanxiang Wind Shape?

He thought of the wonderful expression of the future when the other party was watching him holding a knight's sword, but he started with a spear-proficient "Raging Dragon Strike", and couldn't help laughing.

Although all this still needs experiments to test, this bright future like the "offensive kaleidoscope" has made him feel high in fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!