What is fate?

I still remember that this was a question I asked my mentor when I was very young. At that time, the mentor smiled and stroked his apprentice's head.

Destiny is the loom, the world, is a huge factory.

Her explanation made her young self very puzzled about what the factory was and how big it was.

The mentor never gets angry, even if her apprentice looks stupid.

The meaning of a factory is a place where everyone works together, and it is huge...... It's an adjective, because the factory I'm talking about, life is in it all day, everyone's fate is the loom in front of each other, every choice of life will leave traces of work on the loom, and all lives weave their own destiny on the silk machine.

The younger self understood a little, but still looked at the mentor with expectant eyes, hoping that she would be able to say more.

Everyone's fate is only seen by themselves, not that you are too far away from him, but fate is at everyone's feet, you can't move forward for him, and you can't light the road for him, because those lights, only you can light up, everyone's fate lies in their own choice, and everyone will pay the price for their choice.

Sometimes I don't understand what the Mentor says, but when I think about it, the Mentor is always right, because she is the last Great Divine Lord of the Great Woodland, and in the last Chaos Invasion, the Divine Masters have paid far more sacrifices than mortals know.

Therefore, he must also become a god himself, and lead everyone forward like the sages who showed the way forward for the orcs.

Ollie, never forget your own mission, your generation of gods may be the last generation of gods of the Great Woodland, the tide of chaos will sweep the world in your time, protect the Great Woodland, protect all the lives in this world that are worth saving.

Teacher, what is worth saving a life.

Remember the smile on the mentor's face when he heard the question.

Ollie, the lives we deserve to be saved are dignified, and they will not become their minions for the sake of the benefits of Chaos; They don't give up struggling for the desperate situation in front of them; They don't want others to pay with their lives for their own survival...... These people, whether orcs, elves, dwarves, humans and those dwarfs, these are the lives that deserve to be saved.

Then will we become heroes, like the sages in the story, in the sky, the brightest star.

When I was young, I naively thought that the things in those stories were true, and that every sage was in the sky, together with the goddess of the moon, to illuminate the long night.

Yes, my child, hero.

………………

Ollie opened her eyes, and in the memories she had just made, she thought of her mentor, a story that was close to a hundred years ago.

The desperate situation in the eyes of the mentor is not the end of this world civilization, chaos invaded, but once again it was repulsed, there are too many heroes in this world who are willing to give everything for others to survive, just like the little guy standing on the periphery today, watching his sister's civilized psionic energy.

Ollie saw persistence and faith in his eyes, maybe he was a grumpy monkey, but it was the same as Ollie saw those monkeys...... Some of those monkeys defended the post road Xiongguan in order for their allies to retreat; Some died fighting on the front line for the survival of women and children; Some...... Just jump off the retreating harbor ship, replace with three orc cubs, and then face the army of chaos that will eventually overwhelm everything with those who have survived the world.

Ollie sees people very accurately, she has never missed a person, in the eyes of this child, she can't see those despicable, only for the sake of her sister and the sincerity of the whole world.

Monkey...... No, there are fewer and fewer such beings among humans.

Maybe those heroes just couldn't tell because they couldn't face the turbulent fate, but all this couldn't hide the soul flame that seemed to be burning in the child's eyes, it was not a very pure white soul like a child, but Ollie could see that this soul fire never seemed to show a wavering posture.

His father said that this was a child who had been abandoned, and perhaps that was why there was an impure light in the child's soul, but when he said those words, the light had a dazzling dementor sparkle.

Thinking of this, Ollie opened her bag.

He took out the potion and handed it to the girl in front of her.

"Drink it, and experience your destiny for yourself, my child, destiny is a loom, and you are its weaver, let me see what kind of pattern you will weave on it."

………………

"Is the monkey an orc swearing?" Marin asked, looking at Colin beside him.

Colin smiled: "No, on the contrary, the orcs say that a human is a monkey, that is a compliment, because in the eyes of the orcs, the monkey is also a kind of orc, and they call it a monkey, in fact, they admit that a human has a better side than the orc, if these guys are humans, it is an equal and formulaic statement, and we can also call an orc their racial name, such as Maya, only you can say that she is a little leopard, Because this is a word that only very close people can say in front of the person concerned, and if I want to mention this word, I must say it in the way of a third person, because my relationship with Maya is not good enough, and I say this, not to say it badly, but not to say it. ”

Marin looked dazed, he felt that he had really learned the language of the earth in vain - this hellish way of the world really made him not know what to do.

"Actually, it's the same with dwarves, we say to each other that we're stubborn rocks, solid heads, and that's okay, but you can't describe dwarves like that if you're not a dwarf." The star rock girl on the side added.

This dwarf, who has not grown much taller in the last year, but has a much larger waistline, and is good at horizontal development in puberty, this girl is no exception.

"Marin can't say that, you can't do that." Colin asked.

"Of course I'm fine if Marin says that, whoever makes him handsome and cute, you can't." The girl from the Xingyan family gave Colin a blank look.

Colin gave Marlin a blank look.

Ma Lin is full of murderous intent and doesn't know how to explain it, senior brother, your skill of not opening a pot was brought to you by your old mother from your grandmother's womb.

"Stop talking, your sister is going to drink the potion." Ferrero Sr. also came to watch the ceremony, and his topic drew Marin's attention to the scene.

His sister had already picked up the bottle of potion, and looking at the faint blue color, Marlin was a little nervous.

To be honest, Marlin is not without this knowledge, first of all, human potions and orc shamans are completely different things, the former is a technology that humans have to develop in the face of the chaos of death, feeling the pain of too few professionals and difficult to replenish.

Potions allowed mortals in the human race who were not qualified to become professionals to gain extraordinary power, so that humans had enough soldiers and professionals to protect their cities and kingdoms, and later, humans began to improve potions, trying to eliminate those dangerous materials and adverse reactions, although the effect was not great, but at least the distortion and distortion were reduced by a few percent, and it took alchemists hundreds of years to evolve potions to what it is today. In the beginning, potions of battle were like poisons, a desperate drink for human guardians in desperate situations, but now they are the only choice for the vast majority of humans who cannot become professionals.

And the way of the orc shaman is the original profession of this world, at the beginning it was a spirit-based profession, but when chaos invaded, the spirit either became a spirit, or became chaos, and in the end, a leopard man transcendent legend ignited the divine fire, the goddess of the moon, became the master of igniting the way of the shaman, its existence put the way of the shaman back on track, before that, becoming a shaman was the most vicious curse that an orc could think of, because to become a shaman is to communicate with the spirit, and to communicate with the spirit, It's like coming face-to-face with a Chaos or Spirit.

It's like suicide.

Nowadays, the shaman is a path that requires mastery of both magic and martial arts, with close and sharp fighting, and far swinging, and mastering shaping techniques, protection techniques, and auxiliary techniques.

Although there are all kinds of words, but the leopards are obviously not the weaker ones in this area - Marin has a little leopard girl as a sister, of course, she is not unaware of the advantages of her race in terms of physique and agility, a year ago Maya was able to jump up and turn around, cross a street in a half, pass between the two carriages in front and behind, and kick the purse-grabbing thug into a ball and turn around for three and a half weeks and then 720 degrees of free fall.

That action, Marin felt that he would not be able to do it in his life, and a half-breed like him could only sweep the streets with a street lamp thicker than a human arm, intimidate the little bastard who wanted to avenge his brother, and then help the little bastard who did not believe in evil to open a scoop, and then hammered over the little bastard who dared to dig out the guy.

Therefore, pure martial arts, Marin is not worried that Maya will not be able to learn, his elf mentor has said more than once that if this girl was not an orc, she would have taught her what sword dance is.

As for why she is called Marin, Mr. Mentor said that she has lived so much, and she has never seen a little guy with elf tributary blood who can use it to beat people with a street lamp in one hand.

At the same time, once again refusing the request to teach Marin the advanced steps of the sword dancer, once again indicating when Marin has mastered the elementary steps she did.

Pull it down, Marlin is now on the training ground, and he can shake that half-elf out of the seventh grade.

The question, of course, is whether Maya can really take the shamanic path.

Thinking of this, Marin turned his head to look at Colin: "Didn't you say that the way of shamans doesn't require potions?" ”

"That's an essence potion, a pure herb, and a potion that we cook with various organs and inexplicable ingredients are completely different concepts." Colin rolled his eyes at Marin again: "Some of the ladders of some career sequences even need essence potions to reduce the side effects of potions, otherwise there are not many advanced people who can survive at all, and the essence potions must be used above the third level, otherwise the probability of distortion and distortion is terrible, it is the kind that transforms into a living person, you have seen the chaos egg." ”

"Yes." Of course, Marin has seen it, in Parol City, he used an axe to chop a street, this kind of poor goods who accept the 'blessing' of chaos but fail, they will basically inherit their own profession and sequence during their lifetime, for example, a warrior, after it becomes a chaos egg, it is a standard melee combat, without any magical abilities and extraordinary abilities, if a high-level sage is turned into an egg, then Malin will probably be able to see a chaotic egg for himself, and then a magic spell for himself, and then a magic spell for Marin.

"When there is no essence potion, when the shepherd sequence is promoted to the rank of the four shepherds, there is an eighty percent chance that when listening to the divine word, it will be wrong because of hearing something that should not be heard, and the most popular one is because of hearing the whispers of the chaos evil god, because he can't purify his own distortion and turn into a chaos egg."

"When there's a potion."

"Although there is no 100% success rate, if you fail, you will not die, if you are lucky, you can wait for five years and ten years, you can try again." Colin replied that Marin couldn't help but glance at the bottle of medicine, "It must be expensive, right?" "As an unlucky guy who is so poor in the Otherworldly Realm that he clangs, Marin is very allergic to money.

"It's so expensive that it explodes, only the great woodland of the leopard people, the crown forest of the elves, and the Logan Market of the little goblin have essence potions, and many potions are not settled in paper money and gold coins at all, because paper money and gold coins cannot be used to measure their value at all, and can only be exchanged for various materials." Colin's face was not very good-looking, and he looked similar to Marlin in the face of the potion: "And the potions made of different materials have different effects, my advice to you is that if it is not the essence potion of the right path, you should never open your mouth to drink it, because you don't know whether you are drinking good medicine or poison, and even the elven essence potion is divided into two versions used by non-elves and elves, we can drink the former, but if we drink the latter, then the biggest possibility is to become a monster." ”

"What about me?" Marin pointed to himself.

Colin's face was full of words.

"I see." Marin patted his forehead: "It looks like I'm going to have to find a leprechaun or a big woodland." ”

As a mixed-race child, you should have been conscious.

Thinking of this, Marin also watched his sister open her mouth and drink the potion.

It looked like the medicine was very bitter, and the girl frowned and made a bitter face when she drank it, as if she wanted to squeeze everything on her face together.

Is it that bitter? Marin was a little puzzled, but immediately thought of one thing - for the stability of the efficacy, of course, it is impossible to add superfluous ingredients, and it is not a cough medicine in a human pharmacy, and the honey added can be tired of people.

When Maya drank the potion, Marin's eyes immediately widened, he didn't want to miss his sister's big transformation into a leopard...... Ahh

It is said that when cultivating spiritual energy, some people will float in the air, some people will be able to shake around, and some people will be able to show another side that they don't usually have.

Thinking of this, Marin once again thought of the scene where his little leopard girl jumped over the street and kicked people in the neck, and finally took two steps back quietly.

How can the dead poor road be stimulated by the dead road friends.