Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"This doesn't count as real school. When there's a chance, I'll let you go to the school in the capital and give you a real experience. How about that?"

The old man looked at Naluos with more and more kind eyes.

Sure enough, this little girl is the most ideal daughter of everyone... Glenn couldn't help but mutter in his heart after noticing the old man's eyes.

After finishing the juice in the glass, Glenn took out the latest pocket watch he bought in the capital, checked the time, and remembered that today was some sacrificial festival of the forest elves, and he had to attend it.

He said to the old man and Nalus:

"There's a festival going on at my farm, would you like to join us?"

"Okay!" Nalus agreed immediately, but soon remembered what her father had told her before he fell asleep, and frowned, "I can't leave here..."

Glenn stroked the little girl's hair and said:

"It's just a few steps to the woods outside of town. It's not considered leaving home."

The little girl hesitated for a moment and asked weakly, "Really?"

"Of course, just for a little while."

"I won't go." The old man was not interested in the excitement.

"Whatever you want." Glenn said indifferently.

After a while.

On the farm in Wailin, watching the lively activities of the elves at this time, Nalus, who was floating in the air holding Glenn's hand, was extremely excited.

In her past life, she seldom had the opportunity to attend such events. The most she could do was to have a party hosted for her by her father and his servants.

This was her first time attending a real festival-oriented event.

"Mr. Glenn, you are finally here. Come over here with me. We have prepared a throne for you."

At this time, the forest elves all had primitive-style paint on their bodies, like the savages in African tribes, except that their skin was not black.

The elf that came to call Glenn now was a female elf with white paint on her face and the most reverent expression on her face.

"Throne? What throne?" Glenn had only heard that he, the guardian, would be present and thought he would just be a spectator, but now it seemed that he would play an important role.

"Please come over here and you will find out soon."

The female elf with white makeup said mysteriously.

Glenn glanced at Nairus, who he was holding. The elf immediately stepped forward and took the other hand of the little girl, saying:

"Leave this lovely little girl to me to take care of."

Nalus also said, "Go ahead, Glenn, I'm very powerful."

Yes, a third-level magician is probably about the same as a high priest... Glenn complained in his mind and followed the guidance of the elves to the center of the sacrificial activity.

The forest elf high priest, wearing formal sacrificial robes, held a container that looked like a fish tank in his hand. He dipped one hand into the blue paint and painted patterns on each carefully selected tree.

As soon as Glenn witnessed this scene, he was brought by the elves to a seat woven from vines and flowers, with green magic flowing around him.

How can I sit here... He was extremely conflicted and didn't want to sit on this gorgeous throne that looked like flowers.

This made the surrounding elves anxious and puzzled, and they wondered if the guardian was not satisfied with the throne they had carefully woven with their craftsmanship?

Fortunately, there was a sensible lady of the Forest Will who knew the discomfort in someone's heart and cast a magic spell to change the throne into a different appearance.

By removing the flowers and replacing them with green leaves and adding clever decorations, the throne has become another equally beautiful style.

Glenn breathed a sigh of relief and sat on it.

This position seemed to be a seat for VIPs who could watch the sacrifice, and he was very satisfied with it.

There were two thrones of the same specifications on both sides of the throne. There should be distinguished guests. Glenn was curious about who they would invite. He had never heard the high priest of the forest elves mention that they had other important people with whom they had unusual relationships.

However, this question remained unanswered until the sacrifice began, because the seats on both sides remained empty.

Nalus was standing outside under the care of the white-makeup elf, and Glenn wanted to ask the other party to come over.

However, the elves said that this would disrupt the sacrifice, and Glenn's seat could only exist for him.

This made Glenn puzzled again. When he saw the same thrones on both sides, he thought it was just a VIP seat in the front, but now it seems that he is still a very special participant.

Elves dressed as ancestral warriors walked into the arena and performed a sacrificial dance. Glenn could roughly understand the content. It should be a restoration of the scenes of their ancestors fighting and hunting.

After the dance, there was a segment that Glenn couldn't understand, but it didn't affect his interest, as he felt like he was watching a performance.

"Thank you, great mother! Sing for the beauty we have now! For our powerful guardian!"

At a certain point, the high priest suddenly said this to a big tree that was made up.

Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky. Something like the aurora fell and ignited the huge bonfire that had been prepared in the center.

Thick black smoke billowed out abnormally, shaping the flames into the appearance of a werewolf.

At the same time, Glenn also felt a mysterious pull, as if he had established some kind of connection with the elves here.

The werewolf made of fire howled at the moon in the sky, which appeared after the aurora pushed away the thick fog.

And there really was a sound mixed with wolf howls echoing all around.

All the elves received new powers, and a mark resembling the moon appeared on different parts of their bodies.

Glenn naturally noticed this, and he looked back at the forest elves in disbelief.

In his perception, the power of these elves has increased significantly.

So I am useful as their protector? ... Glenn kept saying to himself.

At this moment, the voice of the forest's will sounded in his mind:

"Congratulations, after today, you will have a stable soul ship."

What is this? A soul ship? Glenn asked in astonishment.

"The stronger you are, the more likely your soul is to sink into the Will of the Earth. This is a law that all powerful creatures cannot escape. With the Soul Ship, you don't have to worry about suddenly becoming the spokesperson for the Will of the Earth after you become stronger."

The Forest Will explained patiently.

Why didn't you tell me before? ... Glenn was suspicious.

"This is something that only those powerful people who are close to being gods need to consider. You haven't reached that level yet. When your power remains at the stage of being close to being gods, the will of the earth will pull your soul in a way that is difficult to detect, and sink it into the embrace of the earth."

As if guessing what Glenn was going to ask, the Forest Will paused and continued:

"I know this because I am directly connected to the will of the earth. In the most ancient times, many creatures close to gods became the representatives of the earth without knowing it, and their path to becoming gods was cut off. So you have gained a great benefit now."

Glenn looked at the elves who were extremely excited about their new power and murmured:

"This world is really full of crises."