I have to complain that the people who set the DND animal profile definitely don't like to watch "Animal World". Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Well, although I'm not a very good animal lover, I still realize that the data is too wrong, and the power of the baboon is actually 16......

Hmm, do you remember Elsa, the lion cub?

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"Whew, it's time to rest. Martin said.

"That's right. Canian agreed. After resting at the last post and changing horses, they have been running non-stop until now. If it's an ordinary person, I'm afraid I'm already exhausted. But the three of them were able to hold on.

"Do you hold on," Martin asked Lyukria with concern.

"No problem. Lyukrixia replied. To be honest, although Liu Crexia can feel this kind of care, she will also have a sense of dissatisfaction similar to that when a child is looked down upon. In addition to being extremely proud of her warlock bloodline, Liukrisa is also very proud of her skills.

With Martin as a druid, they quickly found a suitable place to rest. Canian lay down on the ground, and Lyukrisia found a tree to sit on. Martin, on the other hand, was unloading the stirrups from the horses, and he was taking care of them very carefully all the way.

"After that, we can take the road to change horses one day at a time. Then it won't have to be so hard. Canian said.

"Well, but it's a pity that the horses can be exchanged and we can't work shifts. Martin complained.

"Bear with me, the situation is urgent, and we must move quickly. Lyukrixia said. "This time I'm going to cook. ”

Looking at Liukrisia, who had gone to fetch food to cook, Martin asked Canion, "For a young girl, this kind of life is a bit too hard." ”

"But she's a paladin. Moreover, she is willing to live this meaningful life. Canian replied simply.

Soon, Liukrisia finished cooking. She proudly introduced Martin to the dish she cooked, "Numidian Chicken Stew." "It's not easy to finish this dish in the wild, but it can be seen that Liukrisa is prepared.

"Quite delicious," Martin commented after tasting it, "and the diners also happened to be very auspicious trio, but unfortunately there were no beds, no lying meals, and no handsome Akkaya elf male slaves to serve." ”

"What are you talking about?" asked Canion.

"Well, this dish reminds me of the Norma period, so I just made a joke, but it didn't seem to work out, I've been away from the group for too long, and I don't even joke. Martin replied.

After the meal, it was time to rest, and by the campfire, the three of them slowly relaxed. From time to time, Liukrisa poked the bonfire with a wooden stick to listen to the "crackling" sound. Martin, on the other hand, was watching a colony of ants carry the leftover food scraps they had eaten. Looking at the sight, Canian thought, "If a week ago, I would never have imagined that I would be sitting at the same table as the Starch Spencer Pai Druid." ”

The next day, the three of them set out on the journey again and quickly drove onto the avenue. Then there was the daily change of horses, galloping day after day. Fortunately, all three of them have exercised at a deep level, but they have persevered.

In a world where mages can fly into the sea, the person holding the sword is weak, but relatively weak. Warriors who have undergone deep training can shape their bodies to have the strength to surpass that of a black bear, comparable to the vitality of a cockroach. The physical fitness of a high-level warrior is as unthinkable for ordinary people as a mage being able to shoot fireballs. Although Martin was concerned about Liukrisia's condition, she was clearly fine. After all, she was also trained by warrior monks and paladins, and her physical fitness far surpassed that of those mages who stayed at home.

Finally, the three of them ended their journey and arrived in a small town. There, Canian was busy running up and down the liaison group to make a report. Martin, on the other hand, and Lyukrisia ran out shopping.

"It's so small that there's nothing interesting about it. Lyukrixia complained. For Martin, though. It feels good to be back in human civilization. They did travel to a few towns before. But they are all smaller than this small town, and they have not stopped much. Right now, he chews incessantly, and he gives generously in front of every food stall along the way. "You know what? I've never eaten these snacks before, and I've never even seen them. When I was a child, I was poor and couldn't afford to eat at all, and then I have been living in isolation. Martin said to Lyukrixia. Take a walk down. Lyukrisia didn't buy anything at all, but Martin bought a lot of gadgets. "After all, people are inseparable from society. Martin sighed.

When Martin finally got a little tired of the small town. Canion's job is over. "Let's go. Canian said simply. "What for?" asked Martin. "Meet an elf. The answer was equally succinct.

When Martin lamented on horseback and asked Cannian how far he was going this time, Cannian suddenly motioned for him to stop, and then told Martin to wait here. After a period of boredom waiting, Martin couldn't help but say, "What are you doing in the middle of nowhere? "Absolutely not!" Cannian said categorically. "It's just a joke...... Martin said.

Suddenly he felt something when Martin was impatient again, and he turned his head to look at Canion, realizing that the other party hadn't noticed it yet. "I feel like something is coming. Martin said. "Well, that's the elf we're waiting for. "Just kidding, what kind of elf can have such coercion. Martin exclaimed. "I see, it's her. Lyukrixia said suddenly. "Who?" Martin asked. But Lyuklixia did not answer.

Soon, Canian also felt that for people like Martin and Canian who practiced divine arts, the sixth sense was far more sensitive than ordinary people. If some powerful creatures approach and don't restrain their breath, they can feel it. Then, they saw the visitor.

"Dragon!" Martin exclaimed. No matter what the glory of the dragon is, it is gone. But those gigantic creatures still have a deterrent power that is hard to match, and dragons are one of the ultimate creatures after all. And for the Starch Spencer Druids, they have always been fascinated by the dragon as a combination of power and beauty. As the dragon flew closer, Martin saw a figure sitting on it.

Soon, the dragon flew in front of Martin and landed. Before the dragon could hold still, the figure above jumped down. Martin saw that the other party was an elf. She carried a longbow on her back, a short sword and an armor-piercing sword hanging from the left side of her body, and a collar of light chain mail that Martin could tell was made of Mithril. This outfit can be described as fully armed.

"Hello! Mr. Canion. ”

"Hello, Lady Trist, hello, Lord Blueblade. ”

After greeting him, Canian briefly introduces Martin to Trist, "This is Mr. Martin." ”

After the introduction, Tracer walked straight to Martin, who could see a palpable tiredness on her handsome face. Tracer said to Martin, "Nature doesn't believe in tears. It was a strange greeting, but Martin said without hesitation, "But I believe it." Then, Martin saw a smile on the corner of the other's mouth.

"Who's your teacher?" asked Trace. Martin hesitated, then reported the teacher's name, "Ernest Everhard." Martin then took something out of his bag and showed it to Trist, who nodded before turning to Cannian and saying, "Anyway, I trust this Mr. Martin." Martin saw that Canion's breath of relief was visibly relieved when he heard this.

This is the trump card to prepare for the black robe, Martin thought. He had heard of Trist's name. This lady had practiced magic for more than a hundred years, so she was able to skillfully perform the ninth-level arcane arts. He was also a skilled swordsman and a first-class archer. Not only that, but the blue dragon beside her was a rare wisdom dragon today, and its combat power was extremely amazing.

Yes, a rare wisdom dragon today. The dragons once had an illustrious history, but now they are the Sunset race. Once upon a time, dragons and giants were one...... When separated, they each established a very brilliant civilization, but eventually fell into a war for hegemony. Eventually, they used a decisive magic to engage in battle. After the battle, their former beautiful home turned into a wasteland. And what is even more terrifying is that they have degraded and degraded...... Eventually, the giants degenerated into a stupid, brutal race full of bestiality, and only a handful of giants were spared. And the dragons aren't much better. Their size shrinks, and they become more and more lethargic. Crucially, their wisdom has also faded, and many dragons have brains that are tantamount to beasts, and dragons with intelligence have become extremely rare. For the giants and dragons, this is a great misfortune, but for some other races, it is indeed a great luck. It was because of the decline of the dragons and giants that they had the possibility of establishing a civilization.

Soon, the lady began to explain to Martin everything she knew about the black-robed Bull, and her plans. Martin began to feel that he was in a whirlpool, but he knew that now he was needed by others, and it felt good to be needed by others.

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Recommend a novel "Meng on Campus", well, shouldn't this party burst into tears when he meets the head of the regiment?

I'm ashamed to do the Three Thousand Party again, and this time it's too late.

Maybe it's because I'm thinking about a problem. About what exactly is going to be written about this novel. Once, I thought it was just a matter of writing an adventure story. Later, I realized that I really wanted to add something to the novel. I don't know, exactly. But then I looked back and realized that I was actually subconsciously trying to write a novel full of tangles.

I've found that fantasy novels tend to tell you the truth, rather than asking questions. We can see that a lot of science fiction novels always keep asking a lot of very tangled questions for people to think about. (For example, the domestic "Leopard" and "Angel Age", the foreign "Spanish Flu", "The World", "Starship Paratroopers", "The Moon is a Stern Woman"). But fantasy fiction is the opposite. Often, in fantasy novels, good and evil are decided. We know that Trist is evil. We know that Paladin is righteous. This is a common problem of many fantasy novels, where the author escapes some complex issues in reality. I think this greatly limits the artistic success of fantasy novels. And I think "A Song of Ice and Fire" is very popular because a lot of readers actually see it in their hearts, and they want to see a complex fantasy novel.

I don't know if you have read some novels about the revolution in our country and some novels about the revolution in the Soviet Union. Needless to say, those novels in my country. The protagonist of Gao Daquan, and a lot of clichés that have simply become templates. But I would like to point out that the Soviet novels about the revolution were much better. We can see in "Iron Flow" that the Red Army hacked innocent children alive with sabers, and we can see in "The Quiet Don" that the Red Army's rape of Cossack women led to a Cossack uprising. I point this out without the intention of dwelling on clichés such as institutional issues. Rather, it is to say that the novels that depict the revolution in our country are simple novels. And the Soviet novels about the revolution are complex novels.

Then I found that I had a longing for complex fiction within me.

I didn't want to write a novel with simple emotions like "For God, for the Fatherland, and for the Tsar" and "I'm not short of ambitions" that would make the teenage Martin Eden cheer at the back of the pavilion. (This sentence has a language problem, I know)

I wanted to write a complex novel, unlike fantasy novels where some characters are just symbols. 、

But I knew I couldn't. I'm a very stupid person. I don't have much life experience. My writing is even worse.

But I'm trying.

I ran somewhere and made a whole bunch of posts trying to ask some tangled questions in a fantasy world. The result was terrible...... I see that some people seem to have become accustomed to a simple fantasy view of good and evil. They refused to accept my question, and they were angry about it.

Well, even then, I still got something out of it, and I thought of something more.

Is it true that the audience of fantasy itself wants to relax from fantasy? Does fantasy literature itself refuse to think too much?

Above, not nonsense.