Eichner is a young elf who is the owner of the Green Leaf Shop, which is the equivalent of a grocer like Bellettor in the game, but the Green Leaf Shop is a barter place and does not charge gold. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Bang Bang Bang"

"Is anyone there?"

"Just push the door in."

When Eichner heard the knock on the door, he didn't look up, but just answered in a loud voice, and then went on to tidy up the counter, until he felt someone walk across the counter, and then straightened up, only to see an unfamiliar face.

"Ah, are you? Oh, that newborn little one? Are you going hunting? ”

Eichner, who had a guest on the door, was so excited that he recognized him just by glancing at Soria.

"Well, Sister Eichner, I'll exchange something."

When he said this, Soria also felt a chill in his heart, you must know that this Eichna is more than three hundred years old! Even though this age was only fifteen or sixteen years old when converted to human age, Soria couldn't help but shudder every time she thought about the fact that she was more than three hundred years old.

"Come, show my sister, what did little Zoria get today?"

Eichner didn't notice Soria's strange appearance, and smiled as he opened the burden that Soria had handed over.

"Five snow rat tails, two pairs of long antlers, seven pieces of venison, two deer skins, twelve swan beans, and finally, the Blue Mountain flower? Was it for my sister? ”

"Of course, Brother Sina has said that Sister Eichner likes blue the most."

Soria looked at the hope in Eichner's eyes, and couldn't help but say the above sentence, both of them were stunned for a while, and the atmosphere suddenly seemed a little awkward, and finally Eichna opened his mouth first:

"Little Soria really has a heart, this little gift sister accepted it, say, what do you want to exchange?"

"Hehe, it's good if my sister likes it, I need twenty heavy iron arrows, five meatloafs, and it would be better if I could exchange some pine leaf cakes."

"It's really a stingy little ghost, you don't have much left after you exchange these things for arrows and meatloaf, forget it~ Who made my sister and me feel good, oh, take it."

Eichna glared, but finally didn't hold back and laughed, took out a bag from the room and put it on the table, and pushed it to Soria, who didn't look at it, and directly put it on his shoulder: "Thank you, sister, goodbye, sister~"

"Let's go, little ghost, sister, I'm really losing today."

Eichna smiled and sent Soria away, picked up the bouquet of Blue Mountain flowers, and searched the room for bottles.

And Soria, who had just left the Green Leaf Shop, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

(Damn, it's the first time that labor and management have lived so much after so many years.) ）

In fact, Soria is so polite and pretending to be cute, not because he fell in love with Eichner or anything, but because he inadvertently saw Eichner's attributes, for fear that Eichner would be angry and shoot him into scum.

[Eichner, Elf, Nature Elf, Level 51,??? 】

God, this is level 51! What is the concept of level 51, it is a legendary powerhouse! Below level 51, there may be a variety of different criteria for dividing strength, but once you exceed level 50 and reach level 51, then there is a unified title, Legendary.

The so-called legend is not only a title, but also a distinction, distinguishing the legend from ordinary people, because when promoting the legend, not only will the strength be greatly enhanced, but even the source of life will also be promoted together, becoming a more advanced life.

How difficult it is to promote to a legend, let's put it this way, if there are a thousand level 50 masters, give them 10 years, and two or three of them can be promoted to legend, which is considered a high percentage!

And how many level 50 are there in the entire Tamriel continent? Every level 50 existence is a king-like existence in the race to which it belongs, except for human beings, within a race in the same period, there are generally no more than a hundred existences that can reach level 50, and it is also within the entire continent!

And don't think that the continent is not much, indeed, if you compare the size of Skyrim Province in the game to the entire continent, the entire Tamriel continent is indeed not big, but the problem is that it is in the game, not the world that Soria is in! In the game, from Ximu Town to Snow City, it will take less than 10 minutes (operation time) to arrive if it is fast, but in reality, it takes nearly two days to walk, and it takes more than 30 hours to eat and sleep, that is to say, if you really count it, the real Tamriel continent is more than 100 times larger than the one in the game!

Of course, such a legendary ratio only applies to the vast majority of the continent of Tamriel, and some special places and other continents are to be said separately.

(I really have to say something else!) ）

While recalling the knowledge in her mind, Soria sighed at the perversion of this elven village, the elves who asked for directions before were all level 50 existences, and passing by a blacksmith shop, the three apprentices turned out to be level 51 legendary powerhouses! And while sipping fruit wine, the blacksmith who watched the three apprentices striking iron turned out to be a super strong person who had reached level 58!

Don't think that it's just a few levels of difference, the improvement of each level of the legendary level is extremely difficult, and the ratio of each level to the higher level is greater than 2:1, that is to say, the number of level 51 powerhouses is at least a hundred times that of level 58! Although the actual combat strength is not so exaggerated, the strength of level 58 is at least dozens of times that of level 51!

Along the way, Soria was unable to sigh, and when she returned to her treehouse, Soria was completely numb.

Legendary? It's normal. Level 52, 53? It's such a low level. Level 58, 59? Oh, it's almost level 60, calm down, there's still a group of people at level 60.

This numbness lasted until the arrival of the Elven King, and Soria subconsciously glanced at the Elven King's attributes, and then was shocked again and speechless.

[Serua, Elf, Nature Elf King, Level 95,??? 】

Level 95 !! This is a demigod!!

Level 50 and up to level 75 are uniformly called legends, and levels 76 to 90 are mythical powerhouses, that is to say, the powerhouses of this level have completely departed from the world, and any legends about them are like myths, and the strongest of those demon gods and holy spirits to Nain is only this level.

(Of course, the Demon God and the Holy Spirit itself are both at the level of a god above level 100.) ）

Yes, that's it, after looking at the level of the elf king, what demon god, what holy spirit, that's all.

Those beyond level 90 can no longer be described as myths, but demigods!

What is a demigod, the so-called true god, is to create with one hand and destroy with the other, which can destroy the world with one thought, and open the world with one thought, of course, it is a bit exaggerated, but Lockhan and the group of holy spirits before the creation of the world are indeed true gods, and although demigods cannot create a world, if they launch a surge, it is only a matter of minutes to destroy a world, so they are called demigods.

"What's wrong? You look shocked. ”

The Elven King Serlua asked gently.

"It's nothing, I'm just shocked by the strength of the Elf Village, it's too much, it's too ......"

"Is it too powerful?"

"Yes, it's too powerful, in the entire elf village, the lowest level is a half-step legendary existence, and the vast majority of elves are legendary-level powerhouses, it's really ...... It's shocking. ”

"Actually, it's nothing."

The Elf King Serlua shook his head indifferently, looking at Soria's still confused and shocked eyes, he couldn't help but smile and explained:

"You must know that the lifespan of natural elves is very long, except for natural elves, the longest-lived ones are giants, which are only about eight hundred years old, and the third-longest-lived elven species only has a lifespan of more than three hundred years."

(Note: The life expectancy here is the general life span of the race, and the strong people from all walks of life and the group of mages are not counted)

(It's only been more than 300 years!) Only! District!! Do you dare to say it more calmly! ）

"You don't have to look at me like that, you'll naturally feel this way in the future."

Serlua looked into Soria's eyes, smiled even more happily, patted Soria on the shoulder, and said:

"The giant race is a bit special, so I won't compare it with them, just compare it with the wood elves. A wood elf, the most ordinary kind, before the arrival of his aging period, that is, before the age of 260, can at least reach the strength of a senior professional (level 31-40), the qualifications are better, more than forty levels are also very easy, and the most talented wood elf can even reach the strength of a half-step legend within a hundred years. ”

"And what about the nature elves? Natural elves are more excellent than wood elves, this is not our boasting, but the fact, among the natural elves, the most ordinary qualifications, can be regarded as geniuses in the wood elves, and can basically reach a half-step legend within two hundred years old, and although the promotion legend is extremely difficult, but what if it is grinded for one or two hundred years? This is still the most common nature spirit. ”

"Do you know how long ago the last nature elf was born?"

Soria shook her head.

"36 years ago, that is, the Sina who took you hunting today, is now the strength of a beginner professional (level 43), and it is the lowest level in the elf village except for you. The last time a Nature Spirit was born was 58 years ago, and now it is close to the peak of the peak professional (level 47). In addition, all clansmen have reached the level of at least half-step legendary! ”

"You know, the power of time is infinite, if you can withstand the pressure." Serlua smiled a little strangely, and Soria suddenly felt a pang of relief.

(Is it loneliness?) In addition to their own people, other friends are growing old and dying one after another, is this the reason why all the natural elves stay in the elven village and do not go out to travel? ）

"Got it?"

Serlua sighed slightly, and Soria suddenly felt that his whole person was wrapped in a bleak breath, as if he had seen many years later, the friends he knew died one after another, and his descendants had also shortened their lifespans due to the dilution of their blood, and left this world before him......

Gradually, Soria's eyes gradually became confused, and there was a faint gloomy aura on her body.

"Alright, wake up."

The voice of the elf king Serlua suddenly became cold, and Soria, who was immersed in the bleak feeling, also woke up suddenly, thinking of his previous addiction, he couldn't help but feel excited, if he was really immersed in this emotion, there would be no good result when he thought about it.

Serua nodded secretly, but her expression became serious, and Soria looked up at Serua, and her expression gradually became serious.

"There's another question, about your talent."