What is loneliness?!

Loneliness is unaccompanied, loneliness is being unattached, loneliness is not knowing who you are, loneliness is crying and shouting and you can't find a land to return to. [Full text reading]

The little sharp-eared boy rummaged through all the books he could find, and finally knew what loneliness was.

But he doesn't understand, since no one wants him, since no one wants to accompany him, then why did he come to this world?!

He sat on a huge branch, holding a thick book in his hand, green eyes and hair color, delicate and perfect as if carefully carved facial features. Just sitting quietly, he is already as beautiful as a little fairy in the forest.

The little boy was born and raised in the jungle, but that doesn't mean he's just a bun who doesn't know anything. It is no secret that the little boy had gone out into the jungle to find many books to study and learned many things from books, and that it was no secret that at least every child should have a pair of parents.

So where are his parents?!

The little boy is the only creature in this jungle that terrifies the mainlanders, or rather, the only creature other than the Monster.

He had lived in this jungle for as long as he could remember, and it was incredible, he could hear the voice of every plant and every monster in the jungle. The little boy is born with the ability to communicate with all things, and can manipulate plants or use demonic beasts to do things for him...... If it weren't for this ability, he would have died a long time ago, such as being starved to death before he learned to hunt, or being dragged back to his lair by a certain monster that came out to forage for food for an afternoon snack or something.

However, it is not easy to survive in this dangerous jungle with this alone, so the little boy actually has another hole card in his hand, which is his origin.

Obviously, a little boy without a father or mother could not have a prominent family background. The glorious title of Generation X II is also impossible for him to have in his lifetime. But the little boy was born from the giant tree of life...... The center of the jungle was the largest and thickest, and at the same time condensed the most magical power, and the canopy spread out into a magical tree almost the size of a small village.

The origin of the Living Giant Tree is unknown, except for a vague magic book that once contained a passage from an unknown down-and-out druid scholar who, according to this scholar, was a condensation of the magical elements of the continent. While other plants need water and fertilizer to grow, the Living Giant requires a rich element of magic.

Of course, ordinary plants will bear fruit when they grow up when they are watered with water and fertilizer, and no one knows what the giant trees of life will produce when they grow up when they are watered by magical elements. Or maybe it won't work out?! ……

This passage is followed by a long paragraph of critical articles.

I forgot to mention that the Druid Scholar's recorded profession in history was that of a prophet, and although he never made any accurate predictions, more people tend to call him a liar. Of course, his knowledge is still admirable, especially in the field of herbalism, and if it were not for this ability, he would have died long ago, and the cause of death was hunger and cold caused by unemployment and lack of money.

For the sake of his profound knowledge of herbal medicine, the people of the time gave the old liar the greatest tolerance, such as putting up with his whimsical remarks that would pop up every once in a while, and for example, letting the old fellow who wanted to write a book and wanted to go crazy write a small paragraph in the book of a well-known scholar at that time...... It is because of this. For the first time, the poor scholar was confronted with a sold-out book. So under the anger of the famous scholars, the cold magic book that the little boy found at that time was born.

- "On the Top Ten Thriller Magicians on the Continent"

It's completely self-paying, completely free, as long as you can get out of your chest a bad breath. Even if he asked the scholar to pay upside down, he admitted it.

Of course, no matter what, the little boy finally found the first remark that had a little research idea for the giant tree of life, and I have to admit that this remark is quite novel, and he himself exists. It is the greatest proof of the words of the hapless druid scholar in history.

Look at! The unlucky tree really bore fruit. And he is the fruit of it......

Great, that's a real delight!

For a moment, the little boy wanted to curse the whole world.

Of course, it doesn't matter what the background is, since there is no choice to be fruited, the little boy can only strive to grow into a healthy and powerful little fruit. At present, his more urgent desire is to find a partner to live with.

It's really lonely to be alone!

No one spoke, and all I could think about was the rustle of leaves or the howl of beasts. If this continues, the little boy doubts that sooner or later he will go crazy......

Why does a child who is supposed to grow up innocent and innocent like an idiot have such deep thoughts when no one teaches him?!

This doesn't matter, since even the trees can grow big living people. So what else is unacceptable?! At least the little boy was already able to calmly face all the abnormalities that appeared in him.

For example, he can speak from the beginning of his memory, and he is born to read any kind of language on the mainland. For example, it can communicate with plants and monsters, and for example, it is more and more powerful in the body that obviously doesn't care about it...... He's like a plug-in!

And before the little boy had time to figure out what to do. Someone from the outside world already knew about his existence before anyone else.

Druids, druids, of course!

Druids are a race, but not just a race.

Virtually all Druids are advocates of nature and neutrality, they never take the initiative to participate in any disputes on the continent, nor do they show off their power to the outside world, the Druids usually only walk the continent by imparting knowledge of herbs or being bards, but in reality they also possess great power.

In terms of combat methods, they can manipulate plants in terms of external forces, and they can incarnate beasts in terms of themselves, and they can also communicate with nature and call on the power of nature to form their own unique elemental magic system.

Druids are hermits on the continent who use their power to protect nature and bring balance to the whole world. As long as the existence of the laws of the world is not touched, the druids can even not appear on the continent for hundreds of years, holding a powerful force but obediently staying in the deep mountains and old forests to dig wild vegetables and eat fruits or something.

When a little boy was born from the giant tree of life. The druids also sensed a momentary agitation and concentration of the magical elements in the continent. But despite their sensitivities, it will take a while to find the source of the anomaly.

So after finally determining that the source of the elemental restlessness came from the Warcraft Jungle, the druids finally couldn't wait to appear.

After searching the jungle in a hurry, the druids couldn't find anything else worth paying attention to, except for the living trees they had known for a long time. So his eyes finally came to the little boy who had been stunned since he saw them appear.

"Who is this kid?!" Finally, a druid realized that something was wrong, such a jungle was not something that a child should or could enter, no matter how peaceful his aura was.

"I don't know, maybe it's the child of a nearby hunter?!"

"Are humans in the outside world so powerful now?! How dare you go to the Warcraft Jungle to hunt?! I remember seeing a few ninth-order demonic beasts when I came in just now. ”

"So maybe it's the reserve food of which monster?!"

As mentioned earlier, the Druids guard the whole of nature and the whole world. So don't be mistaken about how peaceful and friendly they are. In fact, for the Druids, a living person is not much more noble than a worm, the same is life, what is good for the world is kept, what is harmful to nature and balance is destroyed, and nothing else.

Even if there was a monster that ate the little boy in front of them now, it would be as natural for the druids as eating and drinking, but it was just the law of nature...... Save it on a whim, and leave if you're not interested, for them. No matter which side is alive, this kind of thing will not cause any psychological burden on them at all.

If people want to live, Warcraft should starve to death?! Or is the meat that is put on the table not a corpse left after the fire of life has been extinguished?!

After discussing it in front of the little boy, he didn't shy away from it, and then after some perception and detection. The druids finally discovered that the only abnormal existence in this forest was the little boy.

So what else is there to say? Pack, take away!

As long as he has someone to accompany him, he doesn't want to live alone anymore...... Although such a companion seems a little out of the normal category, the little boy is still very satisfied with the Druids, at least someone cooks and does the laundry for himself, doesn't he?!

To know. He's still a kid who needs to be taken care of!

So the little boy obeyed the call of fate (?!) Entered the Druid tribe. And the druids began a life of misery. It turns out that no matter how calm a race is, when facing a powerful and curious child, it is tantamount to facing a catastrophe...... The Lord God can testify that the druid child is extremely calm from birth.

Excited by a communal life he had never experienced before, the boy was determined to challenge the boundaries of the entire Druid people, and he gave birth to a variety of his favorite plants in his tribe, from the most docile star vine to the most ferocious man-eating grass.

He also likes to grab books and ask any druid question he can see. This ranges from the most homely food cooking methods to the most esoteric ancient magic pattern research...... God can testify that the title of a druid is that the hermit is not the wise. They also never had the same wisdom inheritance as the dragons.

After three years of cohabitation, the druids have gone through various investigations and identifications with great patience. But he has never been able to get any out of the little boy. They couldn't find out the source of the elemental rebellion in the first place, and they couldn't see what danger the little boy would pose to the mainland. The pointed ears of young boys are characteristic of no race.

The only thing that has been recognized is the growing mystical power in the little boy, a power that carries life and hope.

The druids came to the conclusion that the little boy was almost certain to be a harmless breed and could be released into the wild.

He doesn't belong to the druids.

So before another migration, no one noticed, no one advised. The little boy woke up and found himself a man again.

The nature-loving druids were so peaceful and indifferent that they bordered on cruelty......

The little boy was dazed, then angry, and then irritable, and then became silent and calm overnight.

He silently traveled half the continent back to the Monster Jungle where he was born. Then fall into a deep sleep, and sleep for ten years, a hundred years.

The whole jungle also slept with him, ten years, a hundred years.

When the cute little boy turned into a handsome man in his sleep, the Warcraft Jungle was renamed the Lost Jungle by the people on the mainland.

Except for the giant tree of life in the very center, there is hardly any "living" breath in this jungle, all the demonic beasts and plants are crazy, their strength has skyrocketed, they have no sanity. They will only bite and tear apart any being who dares to step into the jungle.

The people of the continent believe that this is a land forgotten by the gods, a jungle that has lost the glory of the gods.

"God?! What is God?! The handsome man calmly caressed the giant tree of life, and the faint light that overflowed from his body showed his strength.

The leaves rustle and the jungle is silent.

"Let there be light, says God." Calm voices echoed through the jungle.

The faint glow of the man's body brightened, the haze in the forest dissipated, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, and the whole jungle seemed to warm up.

God said. Be alive. ”

The chirping of birds and the roar of monsters come and go from the occasional one or two to one after another, bringing life to the jungle.

"Let there be joy, God said."

The handsome man tried to smile and tried hard after a few attempts. Finally, he succeeded in drawing an upward arc at the corner of his mouth.

The handsome man sighed with a smile, his voice low and almost inaudible: "Look, it's not that difficult. As God can do, so can I. ”

He hated this world that had forgotten himself, and if the gods had really forgotten the land, then he would come and be their god.

"My name...... Garuffele......"

The Giant Tree of Life exuded an aura of joy, and the handsome man chuckled, "We will have our own land." own beliefs. If you can conceive me. Then I could give birth to a whole race. ”

If relying on others can only be abandoned, then he will create a life that will not abandon himself......

Hundreds of years are really just an insignificant amount of time for a powerful being.

When a beautiful and powerful new race quietly appeared on the continent, the name of Garuffele had also resounded throughout the continent.

Everyone knows that there is a continent-defying being in the Lost Jungle, born in the jungle with powerful archery skills and unique wood-based magic that manipulates plants.

The beautiful race he commanded all had a pair of pointed ears, and their green pupils seemed to reflect the entire jungle in miniature. They live only in the jungle and have a natural rejection of all intelligent creatures. Hardly friendly with any race, but has a power that surpasses the entire continent.

"Another bunch of druids!" People on the continent are talking about it.

Galufeller knew. So from the next day, he went to visit several major alliance empires at that time, smiled and handed out posters, and officially named his race Elves.

"A new race?!" Several monarchs received this newly rising power in surprise without exception, peeking at the man's good-looking appearance, and secretly ashamed of themselves while asking by the way: "So you are the patriarch of the elf clan?!" ”

Patriarch?!

Galufil was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head: "No, I'm not." "There is simply no way for a man like him to lead a race to strength.

He has power, but he is tired of dealing with the outside world, and if the elves are to be kept alive for a long time, then this new race will need a more cheerful leader.

And his heart was tired.

"Isn't it?!" Several monarchs were surprised: "Then may I ask the patriarch of the elven clan...... No, who is the Elven King?! ”

In the minds of the monarchs, the being who is more powerful than Garuffil is already qualified enough to be king.

"Elven King?! I like that title. Garuffel nodded with a smile, thought about it slightly, and casually settled on the first elven king officially recorded in the annals of history: "Then Mosley." ”

So?!

The monarchs were all momentarily black and speechless, and they couldn't imagine how this strong man could be so lightly as if he casually decided the attitude of a king.

The registered Mosley was also speechless when he heard the news, not only speechless but also terrified.

Although he is indeed the earliest and most powerful elf other than Galuphile, it does not mean that he has the courage to cross Galufil and claim to be the king of elves.

All the elves have tacitly agreed that Galaffele is their god, and no one can replace him, let alone surpass him.

"Take it easy." Garuffeler smiled and comforted the poor elf: "It's just a title. I don't like to be thought of as a druid, but I'm not interested in being a leader of a race...... Of course, you won't stop doing my laundry just because I haven't become the Elf King, will you?! ”

"......" Mosley embarrassed: "Your Majesty, you ...... Well, I'll be the Elven King, and I'll continue to be responsible for washing your clothes. ”

The first full-time laundry king in history was born, should this be celebrated?!

The druids were silent about the new races that had emerged on the continent, and thanks to their silence. At that time, Garuffele was in high spirits, although he seemed gentle and kind. But all the elves knew that the crown of their race had never been a talkative figure.

Maybe it's a genetic mutation, all the elves born from the giant tree of life after Galuphile are peaceful and indifferent, but Galufil is not so good-tempered, which may have something to do with childhood experiences.

Anyway, in general, if the druid really dared to appear in front of Galuphile at that time, although he would not be obliterated by the latter or anything, he would definitely not end well.

Of course, Garufil was not so aggressive as to take the initiative to find out the druids for revenge. Strictly speaking. Although the other party is not too worthy of himself, there is nothing really sorry for himself.

He's just an alien of unknown origin, and no one takes care of him for granted.

The druid was lucky enough to escape a catastrophe.

They have their own race, they have their own people. Finally, Garufil, who was no longer alone, found temporary peace and tranquility.

Since deciding on the choice of the Elven King, he didn't even have to come forward to teach the elves in person, as long as the hapless Mosley took all the responsibility.

It's long overdue to decide on a candidate for an elven king...... Galufeller, who lived a relaxed and happy life as a pig, sighed with satisfaction countless times, and at the same time secretly ashamed that he had not thought of this.

The elven race is getting stronger day by day, and the mainlanders have also changed from novelty to habitual, and really accepted this new race that suddenly appeared. Even when something happens on the mainland, it is customary to count the elves as a share.

For example, the appointment of the gods.

"God?!" Galufil listened quietly to Mosley's report. I groaned for a long time. With a smile, he asked the question he asked alone in front of the giant tree of life when he was a person nearly a thousand years ago: "What is God?!" Mosley. ”

"Your Majesty?!" Mosley was stunned, thought for a moment and replied, "For us, you are our god, but on the mainland...... Your Majesty, I think you deserve the highest glory, you are a god, not only an elf. It will also be the god of the entire continent. ”

Galuphile chuckled and shook his head, "No, Mosley, I'm not a god. "I don't care to be a god.

Is it the so-called god who is in charge of fate?! But what kind of destiny did God give him?!

He doesn't need God's gift. There is no need for God's occasional mercy. If these beings who play with the world are gods, then there should never have been gods in this world in the first place.

"Your Majesty?!" Mosley is confused.

No one knows about Garuffel's past. Even the elves have had countless clansmen around them since they could remember.

They had never been lonely, so they never knew how desperate Garufeller had been.

Become a god in a world that you don't really love at all?!

Garuffele disdained and did not want to.

"Mosley, go ahead. The elves need a Patronus, but that person won't be me. ”

These were the last words that Galufeller left, when he was serene, when he was smiling kindly, and no one noticed that something was wrong.

But when they woke up the next morning, the Elves found that Garuffele had left.

After years of turmoil and unrest, the elves finally calmed down again, and Mosley conferred the throne of god, as history calls it

- The Elven King. (To be continued)