An Illustrated Guidebook to Other Races

Garuch opened his flat, icy blue eyes, and a wave of ripples poured into his vision gradually.

He raised his hand and frowned subconsciously as he looked at the extra sacred imprint on the back of his turned hand.

Every lightwing tribe will be given the blessing of the second life by the gods of the holy land when they are born, but as a corresponding price, the lightwing tribe after the resurrection will forget what it was for him before the resurrection The memory of the most important person.

The appearance of this curse sign means that he has wasted the blessing of ‘resurrection’ given to him by the gods of the Holy Land.

Galluk stood up slowly from the sacred pool, the milky white holy water dripped from the tips of his hair and naked/naked chest, and the wings on his back spread out wantonly. He tried to mobilize the power in his lower body, and found A lot stronger than before.

"Galuch, you finally wake up."

The young presiding judge raised his head and looked at the old man with a flower on his head, his expressionless face revealed a slight hesitation and incomprehension, "Elder, why don't I remember the memory before my resurrection?"

The fighters of the Lightwing tribe are not afraid of death. They have been like an invincible and indefatigable weapon from their birth. They spend most of their lives in fierce and cruel battles, although the strength of the fighters of the Lightwing tribe is not easy to fall. , But sometimes it is impossible to avoid the villain’s plot or unexpectedly powerful enemies.

Garukh simply wondered why he couldn't remember how he died and how he broke through the previous realm.

According to the surviving memory, he only vaguely remembered that he was sent on the order of the Holy See to fight a crusade around a remote town called Balsado, and then temporarily received a mission to murder a candidate for the archbishop. The night elves incidentally arrested them, but for some reason, he clearly caught the night elves, and later released him without authorization, and asked him to take them to the lair of Medusa monsters.

The more I think about it, the more weird it becomes. Although the siege of Medusa is also one of their tasks, according to his personality, how can he trust a night elf so easily? And let this cunning dark creature who is good at lies and fraud lead them, this kind of irrational and rash behavior is completely inconsistent with his style.

"Galukh, do you know why, once our Warriors of the Light Wing tribe have been promoted to Twelve Wings, it is difficult to advance again?" The elder suddenly changed the subject.

"I don't know." Garukhe quickly replied concisely.

The elder glared at him coldly, "At least guess, you can't use your mind to think about it before answering me?"

"Lazy, trouble."

The young chief judge looked at him expressionlessly, "Even if I don't guess, you will tell me, then why should I guess?"

"..."

It makes sense and cannot be refuted.

Why did this kid hang up once when he went out to the far door, as if he had learned fine?

The elder sighed with disappointment, “I didn’t plan to tell you about this. After all, your child doesn’t look like that piece of material. Now that you have successfully advanced to the Fourteen Wings, now you You have the right to know."

Galluk, who was ruthlessly scolded by the great elder, interjected unwillingly, "Elder, I am the first member of the twelve-winged clan in this generation."

"Oh, what then?"

"I defeated Sirita, your favorite."

"That kid didn't use all his strength."

"Only I became the presiding judge."

"That was what they made you."

Two equally expressionless faces with paralyzed faces facing each other, facing each other fiercely in the atmosphere of an elementary school chicken-like quarrel, it looks very strange to outsiders.

After that, neither of them spoke again, and stared at each other indifferently. The rattling atmosphere surging between the two became more urgent and intimidating, and people couldn't help but worry that they might start fighting in the next moment.

Suddenly, the elder's eyes were sore and bloodshot because they had not been closed for too long, and finally he blinked in advance.

"You lost." Galluk said coldly.

Upon closer inspection, his eyes were also slightly red, but Qingjun's face that was too cold and stiff seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, making it difficult to detect the abnormality of his eyes.

"I didn't sleep well last night, I'll compare it next time." The elder snorted coldly, not to be outdone.

This is why he always sees this kid not pleasing to the eye. He doesn’t know how to respect the old and love the young at all. The whole person is as rigid and boring as a hard rock. He doesn’t know how to be flexible. How can there be Xiruta and his peers? Hobbi is obedient and sensible.

"Ah... you must know that due to the uniqueness of our Lightwing Race, we don't need to be a female sex/mate to reproduce and pass on, and our individual strength and talent are far superior to other alien races, but these It is not without a price. The members of the Lightwing tribe are inherently more lacking in the expression of facial emotions and the Achilles heel of the original thing than other races."

"The original thing?"

When he heard this strange word for the first time, Garuch's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Yes, every member of the Lightwing tribe has its own original thing. This original thing may be a person, a tree, a flower, or even a small stone on the side of the road."

Hearing this, Garuch was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the dangling pink little red flower growing on the head of the elder. It was covering its face with two leaves, and looked at him shamefully. At a glance.

"Once we find our original thing and bring it with us for a long time, we can gradually break through the bottleneck, and it is not impossible to even enter the legendary **** step, but the people who can find the original thing are too rare. , Plus you, our Lightwing Clan is no more than seven people."

"If only the original thing is destroyed, the Lightwing tribe people involved with it will also be hit hard and their strength will be greatly reduced."

"I think you might meet your original things before you resurrect, and you will suddenly advance."

"As for why you have amnesia..."

The great elder pondered for a moment, and suddenly said blankly: "Maybe it's a brainstorm?"

"..."

...

After two days of rest, your fatigue and weakness finally disappeared, but what troubles you a little is that these'acquaintances' suddenly appeared like big carrots without money.

You thought that you in the past were at best an ordinary human civilian girl, but from these populations, you found that you were not only a noble magician, but also a mercenary group that has always been dependent on each other as a companion. Her capable sister, who is also a senior pastor certified by the Holy See, even works part-time in a Cowherd's shop, and seems to be unrelated to many inhuman aliens.

This is too ridiculous, completely beyond your expectation.

You even think they are joking to make you play.

With the experience of being deceived by a few of them before, you didn't directly believe the words of these people, so you are ready to observe for a while and then consider.

In case some of them premeditated and wanted to trick you into selling you in a strange place, or did human experiments on you, it would be terrible to think about it.

You used to read a lot of such reports on TV and in the newspapers. After all, these populations are different and the content is really unreliable. Naturally, there is a little more worry and vigilance in your heart.

Just like in the original world, if a group of dressed-up strangers suddenly appear in front of you, saying that you are actually the granddaughter left behind by a rich man in the world, with a large inheritance and a fiance who looks like a flower Waiting for you to go back to inherit, so that the pie in the sky will be replaced by anyone who will subconsciously question and alert.

Although I have thought about retrieving past memories and family members before, what you fear most is that you may occupy someone else's body.

What should you do if you are discovered by relatives of this body?

Random guessing fills your mind with panic and anxiety, so you even block out those uninvited'acquaintances', for fear that the more contact with them, you will expose that you may not be this body. The facts of the owner.

You also know that this approach is a bit stupid, but you currently can't think of another way.

The shop manager Rabbit was injured in the accident in the city. Seeing that you don’t plan to go with her for the time being, the bunny girl Lisi half-forced the shop manager to take the rabbit away as a hostage. This makes you feel quite a bit. Some embarrassing have gods.

Obviously it is a father-daughter relationship, but Lisi seems to have a complicated hatred for the rabbitman shopkeeper, but it is mixed with constant helplessness and care.

You don't know what happened between them, and you don't have the guts to ask.

He sighed in a particularly melancholy mood. After lying in bed for the past two days, you can move around freely. You can't wait to open a shop and welcome guests again.

The rabbit shop manager told you before leaving. If you are too busy, you can hire a temporary worker temporarily.

It makes sense to think about it. After all, you still have some injuries. Some heavy tasks are definitely not possible. You can only find a strong employee to help you carry the goods.

So on the morning of the reopening day, you posted a recruitment notice at the door.

After tidying up the rather messy counter in the store for a while, the wind bell at the door rang crisply.

"Welcome, this guest, what do you need..."

When you see the figure pushing the door open, your subconscious business smile froze on your face.

The other party turned his head slightly, the golden hair reflected in the morning light with gilt-like light, looking at you who was stunned, he raised a bright smile to you in a happy mood.

"Good morning, ma'am, do you still hire employees here?"

Before you could answer, the wind bell at the door rang again.

The tall dog-ear pressing orc narrowed his eyes and looked at the blond knight who was the first step, then lowered his eyes and looked at you.

"Are people still recruiting here?"