The cannon of rebirth, your uncle's ashes

The sun gradually rose, and some bright beams of light finally gradually fell from the forest, dispelling the fog that had permeated the forest from night to now.

Igor sat on the branch with some melancholy, looked up at the sunny weather which was completely different from when he came.

Sometimes, the protagonist who is responsible for the luck of the whole world is still very lucky, at least the weather for travel can improve instantly, avoiding the bad influence of the outside world on the road.

"Iggy!"

A call came from a distance, and Igor raised his head instantly, looking at the source of the voice with joy on his exquisite face.

"Orend!"

There was an undisguised exhaustion on his handsome face, but the moment he saw the good-looking elf, Orend grinned his snow-white teeth, rushed forward with a bear hug, and hugged the weaker elf into the arms.

Hmm... so much sweat... how much sweat did this guy sweat...

【Anyway, I fled to the next city and came back to find you. Please be considerate and at least give me another kiss. ] With the mechanical voice of the system coupled with this obscene words, Igor can almost imagine what kind of twitching it was.

【To shut up! 】

"My cute little thing, I'm like a treasure from heaven, I have made you wait for so long... You must be exhausted." The golden-haired male lead with mud and sweat on his face held Iger's face, blue His dark eyes were full of affection, and he looked into Igor's eyes full of pity.

Igor almost repeated the words in the script with a smile on his face, "No, Orend, I'm not tired, you're finally here, and my heart is soothed no matter how hard I work... Your appearance is a blessing to me. It is the greatest gift!"

"Oh, my little one, how faithful and beautiful you are, like a holy snow lotus on the grassland! How can I not love you..."

Igor, who was stuffed into the opponent's arms, tried his best to expose his head from the opponent's shoulders, and couldn't help rolling his eyes because of the excessive body odor on the opponent's body.

If you are hugged like this again, you will definitely die...

At this moment, Eagle's eyes touched a bright light in the grass at his feet, and he immediately made up his mind.

"Ouch!" Igor slid out of the opponent's arms flexibly as if he hadn't stood still, and then covered his ankle with "red eyes" and squatted down, "It hurts...what is so painful?" !"

"Let me see!" Seeing Iger's discomfort, Orend quickly squatted down, wanting to check Iger's ankle, but was attracted by a bright light beside Bai Nen's feet, "This is... ring?!"

"Eh???" Igor looked at the ring at his feet with an "ignorant" face, and his slender fingers subconsciously wanted to grab it, but someone grabbed it the moment he was about to touch it.

Looking up, Olunde, who was a little stiff with a smile, stammered, "This... this thing is unique to humans! If other creatures use it... use it... something will happen!"

"Eh?! Really?!" Igor looked at the simple iron ring in the opponent's hand again, "hesitating" again and again retracted his hand while Orend breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I still don't Look... Orende has to be careful."

Seeing that the villain in front of him didn't notice anything unusual, Orend held the ring into his sweaty palm, looked at the harmless and trusting elf, and his heart, which was so excited when he saw the ring, calmed down down.

As the son of a city lord, Orend was doomed from birth, and the education he received was far better than ordinary people.He has been familiar with the historical records of various clans, and he can memorize almost all the names and developments of famous clans. He can also distinguish famous clan patterns from hundreds of crests... As a nobleman, Orend has a unique identity. The pride and self-cultivation that nobility should have, he is studying hard, hoping that these things will give him enough rewards one day.

So he can judge his noble background from the elf's clothes, and subconsciously draw their relationship closer.With a hasty glance just now, Orend seems to have noticed a somewhat familiar pattern, a few simple strokes, but with a certain indescribable feeling, as if one can suck people in at a glance.

That thing is extraordinary!And you have to get it yourself.

Orend's premonition told him so. Although he was a little ashamed of his obvious desire, Orend still insisted on grabbing the ring before Yige reached out to grab it.

Some cold touch quickly spread along the cells under the skin, transmitting bit by bit, as if resonating, Modi's heart felt a little itchy, but there was nothing he could do about it.

What a good thing...

And Igor, who had been paying attention to Orend's movements, immediately smiled brighter, and the melancholy eyes staring at Orend became more real.

Carefully putting the ring back into his close pocket, Orend returned to his usual rough and honest appearance, reached out and touched the worried Igel in front of him, and said, "I didn't expect that the things of the human race would be left here, look It should look like someone is around here... Yige, don't run around, just stay here, I'll take a look around."

"Human...?" Eagle immediately "exclaimed", "Who?!"

"Who knows...but if you come here...they might be the ones who came to catch the monsters, or they might be the ones who were hunted down...When Yige sees humans in the future, he must avoid them quickly. OK."

"But... Aurend didn't treat me well, Aurend is a very good human being..."

Hearing the elf's undisguised praise, Orend smiled in his heart, while rubbing the elf's light golden head helplessly, "But many people in human beings are not good people. The first time they see Yige, they must be It's about arresting Yige and selling it, so Yige must be careful. Well, but, I will protect Yige in the future!"

"Hmm~"

The short-term emotional exchange was considered complete, and Orend still let Ige stay where he was, and then went around to explore.

Looking at Orend, who was completely clueless and just sweeping around the surrounding bushes with a stick picked up from the side, Igor couldn't help but roll his eyes and complain secretly. If you hear the movement, hide it, okay?

If God wants to give the protagonist luck, does it have to be at the cost of the protagonist's IQ?

Even if there are so many brilliant and excellent people who succeed him, they can't hide the fact that that guy is brain-dead, okay? !

There was pity in his eyes, and after thinking about it, Igor quietly picked up a stone from the ground, then raised his hand and threw it into a hole not far away.

The muffled sound also aroused Orend's rough nerves. Relying on his animal instincts, he turned his head sharply, then gestured to Igor with a gesture of not moving, and then carefully walked towards the cave step by step. past.

Rolling his eyes again from the bottom of his heart, Igor still had an extremely obedient look on his face. He stared wide-eyed at Orend's slowly approaching, and then poked his head out to look at the bottom of the pit.

"This is--!"

"What's the matter, Orend?"

"No... nothing... just..." Orend waved his hands again and again, and quickly turned around and walked back with a pale face, "It's just one, one dead... Although I don't understand the reason, this is not a place to stay for a long time, we should hurry up Let's go."

"Dead?!" Igor's eyes widened in "horror", but he kept muttering in his heart that Orend didn't pick up the magic weapon in the opponent's hand.

It is said that Orend was frightened like this when he saw a person covered in blood. How did the original book muster the courage to pull the ring off the real dead person?

Is it an accident that the butterfly effect fanned out?

Destiny is really a bad guy. When you don’t want to follow the plot, you desperately let me plot it. It’s rare that I want the plot to develop as usual. Why are you arrogantly making one accident after another? Woolen cloth.

However, where in the world is there such a good thing that makes you happy.

Igor grabbed Orend's sleeve and asked "worriedly", "Olunde, where are we going? Yesterday my family found out that I was playing with a human and was very angry, so they locked me down. In order to come out to find you , I sneaked out of the backyard this morning..."

Hearing this, Orend hugged the petite elf excitedly again.

"Oh! Yige! Why are you doing it for me... I really don't know how to face you, a kind little guy... Don't worry, I will definitely not let you down! No matter where I go, I will take you Let's go together!"

"Let's go together? Where is Orend going?"

"Saint Domis School of Magic and Martial Arts! It is the greatest school in the entire continent, and it is a paradise for magic warriors! The great magic warriors in history basically came out of that academy. As long as I can go there to study, I will definitely be able to Become the greatest magic warrior in the Dawn Continent!"

Looking at Orend, who was full of longing and hope, as if he had become the greatest magic warrior, Igor silently reviewed the plot in his heart.

St. Domis Academy of Magic and Martial Arts is indeed the best academy in the Dawn Continent. According to legend, it was established after a demonic wave a long time ago by strong men from several major races to train outstanding magic warriors in the Dawn Continent.Enrollment is once a year, and the conditions are very strict, but every ten years before the arrival of the demonic tide, each race has a certain quota to send its best demon warriors to this academy for elite training.To a certain extent, this is actually a new division of forces in disguise, and the best of these people will become the pioneers in the demon tide, and are qualified to raise their country to a new level of discourse.

Many ambitious races have tried to gain a new status for themselves in this way, but unfortunately, for thousands of years, the human race has always held an advantage in all aspects.

In the original book, Orend wanted to study at St. Domis College, but was rejected by his father, who is the lord of the city, because of his lack of strength. So Orend decided to sign a powerful monster as a contract beast to strengthen his own strength. strength, but met Eagle in the forest.After returning home, after Orend was grounded by his father, he escaped privately and took Igor to take the entrance examination of the Magic and Martial Arts Academy. However, another accident occurred in the examination, and Igel failed to complete the examination. In the end, Orend proposed to attend the school as Orend's servant.

The majestic elf king actually entered the academy as a weak human servant. As soon as the news spread back to the elves, the elders and priests who were anxiously looking for Igor were instantly so angry that the gap between Igor and the elves deeper.

Thinking of this, Igor couldn't help but darken his expression, clenched his fist tightly.

Orend, it's a shame that you, as a nobleman, made such a shameful suggestion to brand an elf as a slave. If this kind of love is your true love...

"Eh?! Really?! Such a good school, it must be difficult to get into it..." Igor twisted the corner of his clothes with his fair fingers, with a curious expression on his face.

"Um... well, such a powerful academy assessment will always be a bit difficult..." Looking at Iger's face that collapsed in an instant, Orend quickly persuaded, "However, Iger is such a powerful elf, There will be no problem!"

"Really! That's really great! Let's go! You must enter the academy! No matter how many dangers there are on the road, I am willing to be with Orend!"

"En!" Orend nodded vigorously, and suddenly seemed to remember something, ran to the edge of the pit and jumped down again, and when he got up, he already had a big knife gleaming with cold light in his hand.

"Olund... this is that human's..." Igor took a step back with some "fear", and was pulled back by Orend with one hand.

"Well, don't be afraid, I just think that there are inevitable dangers on the road, and it's better to carry a weapon... Anyway, that person is already... I will definitely protect you!"

Yes, you can't help but be in danger, and there are beauties waiting for you.

Unceremoniously complaining about the other party in his heart, Igor still responded obediently.

"Ok!"

As the two gradually left, turning their heads occasionally, Igor noticed that the unique mist of the Mirk Forest was filling up behind him again, firmly guarding this ancient land.

I'm finally leaving.

Gazing at the place where Forest City was from afar, Igor turned around and followed Orend without hesitation.

The conversation with the priest last night reverberated in my mind again.It is said that the priests of the elves can peek into the trajectory of fate, and that wise old man may have really seen something, so he acquiesced to his ridiculous behavior like that.

Some fates can only be broken by facing them bravely; some curses can only be broken by experiencing them personally.

And what's coming next...

Thinking of the description of Orend's true love in the original book, Igor quietly raised a malicious smile.

Then, let me see how great you are, the "original partner" who can wipe out all your rivals in love!