Lugia, my name of the elf

"..." Alan's expression showed extreme embarrassment. Of course, he was reminded by Ryan that this storm scholar was not easy to get along with.

Although Alan was somewhat dissatisfied with Datali's defiant attitude, he was not angry at all.

"Then I won't bother you. You continue. We are destined to meet again..." A'lan's expression became calm again, and he was generous and considerate of Datelli, secretly sighing that his nature was like this, and he shouldn't think too much about it.

Datali, who was in front of A Lan, seemed to have not heard anything. He was still holding a wooden board and charcoal, writing and drawing;

Alan looked at Datelli's appearance, then lowered his head and glanced at the wooden boards scattered on the ground, filled with all kinds of strange, mysterious and unknown symbols.

"Well, this person is a Storm Scholar, and he is an interesting person. Forget it, I won't bother you too much. I still have my own tasks and missions." A Lan's temperament changed completely, and he turned around neatly, no longer Stay and say secretly.

The boy who walked out of the Storm Tower has already completed this mission;

After saying goodbye and thanking Ryan, he left Storm Island with the help of two Bibi birds.

In the follow-up trip, he will return to the head of the divided island and continue to secretly level up with the elves to improve his strength.

After A-Lan left, Datali inadvertently glanced in the direction where the strange boy disappeared.

Immediately, he shook his head and rationally chose to forget the scene just now and free up the space in his brain.

The reason Cage received special attention and active friendship with Datali was because there were things in the shipbuilder's field that Datali was interested in.

But as a warrior, Alan was completely out of Datari's liking.

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Under the Storm God Island, at the whirlpool of the deep ocean currents;

"This Datali, hey, I hope this guy won't regret one day for treating Alan like this." Lugia felt a little sorry for Datali when he saw his attitude of ignoring Alan. I can't help but feel a little worried.

It can be said that for a long time to come, this Alan will be the strongest person in the Storm Tribe.

Alan's fighting talent, plus the divine power and special care from Lugia;

It can be expected that the strength of this "Storm Judge" will reach the highest level of the ancient tribe, and even the ceiling, the strongest No. 1!

Lugia had already imagined Alan riding a mega fire-breathing dragon (Y form), roaring and flying above the Storm God Island.

Even though the young elf tried his best throughout his life, he could not reach level 100, which is to reach the top of the Storm Tower;

But above level 90, you can try hard.

The scenery on the 90th floor of Storm Tower is not much worse than that on the 100th floor.

They will all have a lonely state of mind overlooking the tribal beings, as if they dominate all things, and a feeling of loneliness.

Dadali's arrogance made him neglect him, and even slightly offended the strongest man in the future tribe;

But considering that the Storm Judge’s true figure will always be hidden in the dark to silently protect the tribe, coupled with Allan’s generous character;

These two can live in harmony.

However, what Lugia is more concerned about is when the dark Lugia who is in the deep sea and black abyss comes;

He hoped that Alan could understand the order of priorities and give priority to protecting top talents like Datali among the many tribesmen.

This sounds undoubtedly cruel.

As a god, Lugia also has to classify the people of the tribe into three, six or nine grades, and cannot treat them equally.

But Lugia also has his helplessness and difficulties. If that really happens, he will be trapped in some kind of alien space;

Or when you are entangled by a dark beast, in short, you are unable to escape and rush to the rescue of the Storm Tribe in time;

Then, Alan must focus on the most critical top talents.

This is very realistic and unfair.

But there are many mediocre people who do nothing. There were them in the past, they are today, and they will be the same tomorrow.

But people like Datelli are really hard to come by.

Now, the unaware Datali left a rather bad impression on Alan.

Lugia could only hope that Allan wouldn't have too much grudge and resentment against him. If it came to a time when the tribe's survival was at stake, he would be able to put aside past grudges and put the overall situation first, and carry out his mission.

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Three months later, the island was divided into four parts, the place of death row.

"How about it? Has your boy changed his mind? Does he really not want to become a soldier?" A guard soldier holding a knife asked another veteran soldier who was about to take a rest.

"Humph, forget it. Pedri is still the same as before. He is not interested in bone knives and bows and arrows at all. He just looks at the stars and the moon every day, like a fool! He has no future and is simply outrageous!" The veteran warrior was furious. When he arrived, he couldn't help but shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

"Hey, after all, that's your son. Pedri doesn't want to be a warrior, but as a father, you can't always use violence to give in to him. I think that boy seems to have a lot of interest in sea monsters, oh no, elves. Brother, in my opinion, you should encourage him more to contact the elves. I believe Pedri will do something meaningful." The sword-wielding warrior was also kind-hearted and offered advice to the veteran warriors in front of him.

"Hey, what can you do if you conquer those elves? As a man, you should wield bone knives and shoot stone arrows angrily. This is the style that a man from the Storm Tribe should have. But you don't know that boy Pedri, you have to fight against Momo. I have no interest in practicing, and at night I feel like a fool, possessed by something. I look at the stars every day and write down weird symbols on the wall. I really doubt my son, is he crazy? Hey... ·." The old soldier let out another sad sigh, with a complicated look on his face, feeling helpless and disappointed.

"The storm is above, I heard that on the Storm Island, the high priest inherited the oracle of the great god and created a building called 'Storm Academy', although I don't know what it is and what it is for. What. But since it’s the idea of ​​the adults at the top of the tribe, why don’t you give it a try? Maybe Pedri is suitable for that place.” The sword-wielding warrior thought for a while and said again.

"Storm above, please forgive me for my ignorance. I don't believe in the Storm Academy. I only believe in the bone knife in my hand and the stone arrows that can be shot. Only these things can make that kid Pedri truly Grow up and become a useful person to the tribe." The old warrior's eyes seemed to have regained some brightness. He still held on to his original ideas and did not want to make any changes.

"Hey... I hope that kid Pedri can understand your good intentions, brother..." The sword-wielding warrior saw some old warriors who were inexperienced, and he also stopped knowingly. Continuing to advise, so as not to be disgusted by him, he shut up and sighed secretly.

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Saying goodbye to the sword-wielding warrior, the old soldier embarked on his way home alone.

It was already sunset, and the afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadow of the old warrior of the tribe thin and long, as if the originally stooped back had the illusion of becoming more straight.

The whole journey was silent, and the beautiful island scenery was already commonplace. After a night of physical and mental exhaustion, the old soldier returned to his small wooden house.

But when the guard soldier who had stayed up all night and worked hard to guard the place of death row saw his son Pedri still sleeping on the stone bed;

The nameless anger, the indisputable resentment, the deep helplessness that the mud cannot hold up the wall;

Many complex emotions suddenly erupted violently in the heart of this veteran warrior, like a volcano that had been dormant for hundreds of years!

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What does it mean for Pedri to sleep at this time?

It means that the stupid elder who didn't know his father's hard work in running the house was stupid again and looked up at the stars all night long.

It was precisely because of a night of exhausting "work" that Pedri felt sleepy and lacked energy during the day.

Several years have passed since my son developed a huge interest in the stars in the sky that disgusted the old soldier;

Pedri's life routine is naturally completely reversed from that of normal tribal people;

Watch the stars at night and sleep during the day.

But the old soldier originally didn't have much objection to his son's behavior;

As a guard soldier who can only guard the place of death row late at night, the veteran soldier's life routine is also upside down.

Therefore, this Pedri, as an ordinary tribal people, also lives a life of day and night reversed;

As a father and veteran soldier, he is actually very happy!

At the very least, the two of them will not miss each other every day because of inconsistent life schedules, and force themselves to live a miserable life of "separated from life and death" without seeing their relatives.