Legend has it that leaving the continent and heading west, over countless mountains, lakes, and endless oceans, you will reach the abode of the gods. The inhabitants there are light elves born under the sacred tree, and they are divided into three races. The Fanya tribe is white-skinned and beautiful, characterized by a head of sun-like blonde hair, good at poetry and magic, and most favored by the gods; The Noah people are black-haired and green-haired, calm and full of wisdom, they are ingenious, skilled in all kinds of delicate and wonderful crafts, and pursue boundless knowledge; The majority of the Raylians are silver-haired, lightweight, nature-loving, brave and belligerent, and are natural marksmen.

The elves enjoy eternal life, and no one can bring them to their death except by the fire of the dragon, the curse of the gods, or the great sorrow.

The first elf in the world opened its eyes and saw the boundless twilight star, and heard the sound of flowing water, so all the elves were loved by nature, beyond the fate prescribed by the stars. However, the elf born in the starlight of tonight was shrouded in the sigh of the starlight of Ambatu.

The name of the star, "Ambatu", was named after the maternal name of the young elf, which means "the love of fate".

It's ridiculous that an elf has a destined fate.

There are no sorcerers in the land of the gods, and the elves cannot find anyone to predict what Ambatu's fate will be, but the final outcome must be ...... Death.

Alas, little Ambatu has to learn a little more in order to resist the power of this star of destiny.

The wise Noah elves taught him all sorts of knowledge, the Vanya elves sang psalms of prayer to the sacred tree and taught him complex and mysterious magic, and the warriors of the Rya'an tribe taught him how to speak to the wind and water, blend in with the breath of nature, and draw his bow with agility.

A hundred years have passed, and Ambatu has named himself Al Rod in the coming-of-age ceremony. His name translates into the lingua franca of mankind, meaning the lonely star.

With sighs, the Light Elves sent him to the continent of humanity, hoping that he would find a wizard there, prophesy and crack his fate, also as a trip to adulthood.

On the continent, there is also a branch of the Raylian tribe that has not been able to move to the land of the gods, the gray elves, who only see the glimmer of the sacred tree and fall into the endless darkness again. The elders told Sù Elrod that the Grey Elves would not refuse to give him some help when necessary.

Elrod put on the silver magic robe carefully made by the Noah people, picked up the staff made of zuò from the fallen branches of the sacred tree, and left the place of divine residence.

Elrod wasn't scared. He knew what his destiny was - his destiny began with growing into an elegant, powerful, and erudite elf, and he traveled to the continent in search of the wizard Saviman. At the King's Banquet, Saviman was shocked by the revelation of the stars, saying that Elrod would destroy Miè's path to the Western God's Residence and become a dark god by creating countless killing karma on the continent as a dark elf. Humanity will lose the favor of the gods, fall into the dark ages of faithlessness, and experience a thousand years of chaos and turmoil.

The king immediately ordered his army to take Elrod, who went berserk in shock and destroyed the entire capital city of Lydigad and fled to the Far East - he was eventually killed by Geralt, a student of the wizard and the protagonist of the Flame Dragon's heritage, with his team with the dragon's flame breath.

Elrod, now Chu Songluo, the first goal is to find Geralt, who has just crossed over and is still young and has not yet studied a wizard as a teacher, and change his Flame Dragon's legacy to that of the Ice Dragon.

- After all, elves can't be harmed by ice.

Geralt is a descendant of dragons, destined to be inherited by dragons, so it is better to give them to his advantage.

Using the body of a villain to prostitute the brave protagonist is really exciting.

***

The blazing summer light filtered through the dense green leaves layer by layer, still exuding a dizzying heat, steaming on the soil of the dense forest, and there is an atmosphere of decay over the years.

Geralt washed his face with the babbling stream, barely restraining a little of the sick feeling that had risen from the heat. He stood up and looked around at the dense forest, one of the standard traversal grounds, as if it had been without human breath for eons. Along the way, he saw a lot of mushrooms and flowers that he had never seen before, and the shape of the trees was very different from what he had seen in his previous life, but there was no difference between rabbits and sika deer, but he fled in a hurry when he saw him. Thankfully, he hadn't encountered a beast or a poisonous insect yet, but he hadn't dared to sleep for two nights.

He looked at the fluttering reflection in the stream—this was his sixteen-year-old self, but the clothes he wore were clearly not in the style of the twenty-first century. Obviously, he has not only traveled to another world, but also shrunk in age.

The boy's body could not bear the hunger and sleepiness, and he was on the verge of collapse. Out of caution, he did not dare to eat at will, but drank water when there was a mountain spring to get a little satiety. At this moment, he realized that all his abilities depended on modern civilization and development, and without electricity, air conditioning, food and transportation, he had almost nothing.

Wouldn't it be - when I first arrived, I was delusional that I had the life of the protagonist, could it be that I just wandered in obscurity in the forest for two days and then died?

Wait, where did the footsteps come from?

Geralt looked at the source of the sound, his vision dizzying and shaking as the light filtered through the branches of the trees. The tall sika deer walked slowly, holding a rattan basket in its mouth, and the basket was filled with colorful sunlight, and the dripping berries were piled up in a small mountain, giving off a sweet aroma that dried his throat.

Hallucinations?

He shook his head fiercely, and when he looked at it again, the sika deer had stopped in front of him, lowered his head and placed the basket on the ground. Geralt's eyes could not take a moment off the smooth and plump berries on the surface—red strawberries that looked like they were about to spill their juice at the slightest touch, large black cherries, golden apricots with tiny fluffs, and crystal droplets of water rolling down the peach plums.

He swallowed his saliva covertly, confronted with the incredible sight of a sika deer bringing him food? Geralt "uh" and tentatively asked the sika deer, "Is this for me?" ”

"Yes."

――Did the sika deer speak?

Wrong!

Geralt noticed that there was a man standing in the treetops next to him—was it a human? He stood on the treetops, but there was not a trace of the fork bending, as if the man had no weight like the wind. Suddenly, he landed lightly on the ground. Geralt looked sharply at his pointed ears, and then at his countenance, his skin was as white as frost or cream, his eyes were as clear as a dream's blue, and his beautiful long golden hair, which was more dizzy than the midsummer noon sun, was draped down, softening his delicate but cold features, and he was wearing a robe embroidered with intricate patterns, and his figure was long.

It turned out to be "she" and not "him", this is a beautiful elf girl. It's just that although "her" voice is beautiful and moving, like the sound of gurgling water, it has no sense of softness, which affects Geralt's initial judgment - but it is also very good!

Geralt's eyes lit up, "Sister, did you give it to me?" ”

Sister?

Interesting. Chu Song sneered in his heart and glanced at the young man coldly, not intending to correct his cognitive mistakes. He bowed his head reservedly, watched as Geralt devoured an entire basket of fruit, and lay contentedly on the ground feeling his stomach and burping.

Geralt pretended to be satisfied and closed his eyes, taking advantage of the elf's lack of sight of his eyes, wondering why the elf had saved a human child he didn't know for no reason. He didn't know much about the history of the continent, what if the elves here were hostile to humans? If "she" has malicious intentions, she will surely die. However, since "she" has helped herself, she must have something to do with herself. It's better to take advantage of the fact that "she" still needs herself, and try to brush up more favorability - don't they all say that elves are born in nature and have a good nature? Maybe "she" will be willing to let herself go when the time comes. In addition, if he can get out of this forest, he must work hard to become stronger, after all, there are elves in the realm, which means that this continent will not be so simple, and only by becoming stronger can he better protect himself - not to mention that he is full of curiosity about magic and the like.

Geralt was planning all sorts of things, but was doused with a splash of water. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that he was controlled by the wand in the elf's hand, suspended directly above the stream, and his tattered clothes were torn into dust and naked. The elves used their magic to gather the water above his head and rush down like a waterfall, rinsing Geralt hundreds of times with this rough scrubbing method, and then summoning the magic of the wind.

The wind swirled around his body, speeding up, reminding Geralt of a drum washing machine. His hair was smoothed by the drying of the hand of the wind, and his body was cleaned, so that the soft grass suddenly grew to the height of a man, and embraced Geralt, who had been lowered from the air. The light clothes were thrown into the dressing room formed by the grass, and Geralt looked at the delicate Noah product in his hand, blinking his eyes a little confused.

I just took a shower with a bare light like a public execution, and now I know that I need clothes to cover my shame and a locker room to protect my **?

Elves are indeed a strange race!

Fortunately, Geralt grew up quickly, even if he was only sixteen years old, he was already long and long-legged, and his body was drawn, and the elven clothes were not unwearable for him. He looked down at the front of the robe, shook his head and sighed - the beautiful elf girl was flat-chested, tsk.

He plucked a few straws and tied them around his waist as a chic belt, took a deep breath, prepared himself for the elves' threats, moved his jaw, prepared his nimble tongue, and probed out of the grass.

The blonde elf leaned against the tree with his arms folded, his eyelashes seemed to carry the light sunlight, and when he saw him come out, he looked at him coldly, "This is not suitable for your expedition, do you need me to send you out of the forest?" ”

Geralt: "??? ”

What about the negotiated negotiations? What about a good deal?

"Wait, wait, I'll calm down......" Geralt held his forehead and calmed down for a moment before asking with difficulty, "You just saw me here and came to give me food?" Laundry and clothing change services are also available free of charge? ”

It seemed that his words confused the elf for a moment, but "she" bowed her head slightly, indicating acknowledgement.

Geralt was in agony.

He overturned the previous conclusion that everything that was powerful, arrogant, and cold was all fake! Fake! Fake!

This guy is incredibly kind! It's better than the sika deer that came with "her"!

To make sure, he asked the elf's age, "Forgive me for daring to ask how old you are now, and how old you are?" ”

The elf's face seemed to stiffen, and she looked away and said uncomfortably, "I held a coming-of-age ceremony three days ago, and I embarked on my first long journey as an adult. ”

Geralt crouched on the ground with his head in his hands.

Chu Songluo played a complete set, put on a cold shell, watched Geralt mutter, and finally stood up suddenly, with a flattering smile, "Sister, what's your name?" ”

The elves entrusted him with their names, "Elrod." ”

It's not like a beautiful girl's name, but maybe it has some special meaning in Elvish? Geralt muttered a little, and asked cautiously, "So, Elrod, can I be your squire?" - You know, a small human being, always admires the grace of the elves; Obviously, I can solve the troubles of dealing with humans for you, and make it easier for you to travel. ”

Geralt heroically decides that there is only one bastard in the world to trick this elf - bastards know bastards best, and Geralt can't imagine what kind of bad people and disasters this elf will encounter on his solo journey, based on "her" beauty and kindness that dusts the jewels. However, considering that he was still a teenager, he changed his way of saying that he could find a way to let the elf take him with him on the road, so that "she" could avoid more contact with other humans.

"--Besides, I just need a little ration and it won't interfere with your trip, how about it?"

The beautiful elf frowned slightly, as if in confusion.

The appearance of "her" broke the hearts of countless bards, and Geralt heard his heart pounding and prayed that "she" would not reject him.

The elf said, "I'll send you out of this forest, after all, young dragons are weak. You don't seem to have received the inheritance yet, do you want me to help you? ”

Wait a minute.

What did "she" just say?

And so on and so forth! What's going on?

Geralt couldn't believe his ears.

- Long ???

I'm a dragon???