You are my only god!
Whenever Link was shocked, he had a habit of opening his mouth so wide that he could swallow a fist. At this moment, he even forgot to open his mouth. Looking at the staff in Amon's hand, his face suddenly turned red and his hair stood up. His nose hummed for a long time, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.
Amon walked over and put the staff in his hand. Only then did Link react. He knelt on the ground and saluted, "Amon, I'm not dreaming, am I?"
When Amon gave Medanzo a parangon, Link was so envious that he almost drooled. He didn't expect that this staff was inlaid with seven parangons. He was now a third-level mage. Of course, he knew that a staff with seven parangons inlaid with seven parangons was much more valuable than a parangon.
Money was secondary. In this caveman tribe, there was no need to spend money. Such a thing was something that a small tribe leader like him could only dream of.
When he saw the staff, he couldn't believe his eyes. While saluting Amon, he rubbed his eyes and touched the staff in his hand. He heard Amon say with a smile, "I promised you. I should have given it to you two months ago."
Link looked at the staff with great care and swallowed, "But it's too valuable. How can I accept it? You should keep it for yourself. "
Amon smiled and waved his hand, "Things always have their uses. A miner can't use several sledgehammers at the same time. You lack a real staff, but I have other staffs. I have been here for almost two years. For such a long time, you have entertained me and my cat with good wine and food. All the people worship me as a god. I don't think yesterday's gratitude is enough. "
Link hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no, no, how can you say that? Even if we sell all the good things in our tribe, I'm afraid it won't be worth half a staff. Since you have other staffs, then I will accept them for the time being. Thank you, Amun. "
Amon said, "Get up and talk. The staff is yours. Put it away. This staff has no difference in attributes, and it can amplify the effects of all kinds of magic. Moreover, its casting speed is very fast, much better than that bone staff of yours. But be careful, don't use the staff when you practice magic power. Only use it to help you master magic skills. "
Link excitedly nodded and said, "I'll remember. You also said before that I shouldn't use my Patriarch's Scepter when I practice my strength. Actually, I don't think it's the same whether I use it or not. But with this staff, it's different. I'll definitely pay attention in the future. "… Medanzo hasn't been here for a long time. He's probably practicing his magic behind closed doors at home. If he saw this staff, I wonder how envious he would be."
Amon coughed and said: "Link, this staff is for you to practice and cast magic, not for you to show off. You were envious of Medanzo, and now you want Medanzo to be envious of you. If that's the case, I'd rather not give you anything. "
Link was taken aback and quickly replied solemnly: "I will remember your reminder. I will only cherish it and not show off." Then he carefully held the staff in his arms.
Amon suddenly stretched out his hand and took out a crescent-moon-shaped axe out of thin air. It shone with a silver luster under the firelight. He also handed it to Link and said: "I'll give you another weapon. In this deep forest, an axe should be the best. You're not only a mage but also a third-level warrior. You should have a decent weapon. "
Link took the axe. He was so touched that tears almost fell from his eyes. He didn't know what to say. Amon didn't seem to want to waste time. He waved his hand and said: "Sit down. I'm going to teach you something new today. I'll only say it once. Remember it well."
Amon taught Link all kinds of advanced magic, the same as what he had just learned from the Terroculus. Amon didn't hold anything back. He even taught Link how to make all kinds of magic artefacts. Link had been learning to write for more than a year. Amon also taught him hieroglyphs, which saved him the trouble of learning them again.
Not only that, he even taught Lynk mid-level body arts. However, Amon himself was not an expert in martial arts, so he only taught Lynk the most basic body arts training methods, mainly to strengthen the body and the power in the bloodline. Finally, he said solemnly: "Link, I've awakened the power of two sides for you. It's different from other training methods. You're not only a warrior but also a mage. I think you know what a mage is, right?"
Link smiled: "Of course I know. But in my tribe, there's no such thing. You're a god, Amon. "
Amon tried his best to keep a straight face: "Of course it doesn't matter here. No one will blame you for practicing magic. But if one day you go out of the mountains, you can't easily reveal your identity. So I remind you not to show off that staff. The purpose of learning magic is to master the magic, not to show off. "
Link shook his head and nodded. His head was like a blade of grass in a whirlwind. He quickly nodded again: "I'll remember. Amon, what else do you want me to do?"
Amon's expression became serious. He said very seriously: "The most important thing is that you can only practice magic the way I teach you."
Of course, there was a reason why he said this. Bair summed up the path to become a god. Regardless of body arts or magic, one had to pass all kinds of tests in order. That was how Amon taught Link. He also hoped that Link would follow this path and not make any mistakes. Crazy 'Ole once lamented that if one started on the wrong path, the further one went, the harder it would be to return to the right path.
Amon could not explain the reason to Link. These were his secrets. But Link did not ask. He also raised his staff solemnly and swore: "Amon, you are my only god."
It was interesting, but looking at Link's serious expression, Amon was a little stunned. He wanted to laugh, but in the end he nodded seriously and said: "You can understand it that way. It will help you to strengthen your faith. I'm leaving tonight. I hope you practice hard and take good care of your people. "
Link was surprised. He stepped forward and asked with his eyes wide open: "What, you're leaving?"
Amon nodded sadly: "Yes, it's time. I should go. I can't stay here forever. I have my own path to explore. "
"Where are you going?" Link asked.
"I'm going to travel the continent. My first stop is the Kingdom of Bablon, to see Medanzo." Amon said. He had never traveled far. Although he planned to travel the continent, the only place he could think of was Medanzo. He would go there first.
Link said reluctantly: "I also want to travel with you and see the world outside the mountains. But I'm the patriarch, and I need to protect my people. In the future, when I choose a qualified patriarch, I can go outside the mountains. But where can I find you? "
"Let's talk about the future in the future. I don't even know where I'm going," Amon said. "You can wait for me here. If you really want to go outside the mountains, you can also go find Medanzo. But be careful when you go out."
Link grabbed Amon's sleeve: "You must be careful too." After saying this, he felt that his worry was a little unnecessary. Amon was almost omnipotent like a god. What was there to worry about? After thinking for a moment, he added: "Amun, there are many bad people outside the mountains. You must be careful of them."
Amon patted Link on the shoulder: "Thank you for reminding me. I know. I've seen bad people." His body had grown very fast in the past year. His height was no different from that of a healthy adult. His body did not look particularly strong, but it was very well-proportioned and fit.
Unknowingly, he was already half a head taller than Link. The clothes he wore when he first came could no longer be worn. At this moment, he was wearing a leather robe made by the most skillful girl in the caveman tribe. Inside was a linen undershirt, and on his feet was a pair of finely woven straw sandals.
The two leather bags given to him by Crazy 'Ole looked ordinary, but they were very strong and durable. There was no sign of wear at all. Amon slung the big bag over his shoulder and put the small bag in his arms. Carrying his iron stick, he left the village under the cover of the night.
Schrödinger was still sleeping. Amon took it out of the grass and put it in the bag. For more than a year, Schrödinger had been very depressed. Amon never heard it call out again, nor did he write a word of hieroglyphs. He had tried many times to communicate with the cat, coaxing it to talk softly, but Schrödinger was too lazy to respond.
Lynk was the only one who escorted Amon to the outskirts of the village. He walked Amon for a long distance, reluctant to go back. In the end, Amon stopped and said, "You should go back. You can't keep walking like this. Go back from here."
Link's eyes were red. He said pitifully, "Amun, don't forget me … This year is really like a dream, an incredible dream."
Amon was also very reluctant. He had lived here for nearly two years. Not only did the tribesmen worship him as a god, but they also treated him with the highest courtesy and the best enjoyment the tribe could provide. Moreover, they were all his friends. At this moment, there was a sudden sound in the bushes on the side of the road. The King Ironback came out with four other big Ironbacks, looking at Amon and whining in a low voice.
Amon turned and said, "Have you come to see me off too? Protect the people here, especially you, King of Beasts. I will give you a name, El Mar. El Mar, I know you can practice magic. I will come back to see you. "
The King Ironback could now understand Amon's words. It lay on the ground and kept nodding. At this time, Schrödinger suddenly jumped out of the bag and looked at the distant mountains. No one knew what it was thinking. Only Amon knew that it was looking in the direction of the mountain that it had been to before, even though it couldn't be seen from here.
"Schrödinger, we should go." Amon called. But Schrödinger didn't seem to hear it. It was still looking into the distance. For the past year or so, it always had this reaction when Amon spoke.
Amon asked helplessly, "Do you want to stay here or go with me? To be honest, I really hate to leave you, but if you like it here more, then stay. "
Schrödinger seemed to hesitate for a moment, but soon made a decision. It jumped back into Amon's bag and went back to sleep. Amon didn't know if it was asleep or not.
It was very dangerous to cross the mountains at night, but for an advanced mage like Amon who had mastered detection magic, he could sense everything clearly. There was no difference between night and day. Unless all the beasts in the mountains were as incredible as Schrödinger, he didn't need to care.
An advanced mage had a high status in any city-state on the continent, but Amon, a sorcerer who lived in seclusion in the mountains, didn't understand their habits at all. He didn't learn either good or bad habits. He walked a completely different path. For example, a noble mage would not take the risk of trekking through the mountains at night, pointlessly wasting precious magic power to cast detection magic overnight, and without the use of a staff.
In the eyes of many mages, this behavior was as inconceivable as that of Schrödinger in Amon's eyes.
Amon had to cross the mountains to reach the lower reaches of the Euphrate River, which was the border between the desert and the river valley, and also the border between Hittite and Bablon. Then he would cross the Euphrate River at a place where the water was broad and gentle, and then he would continue on his way to Bablon City. It was a long road. It took Amon half a month to see a village. They were not cavemen, but residents of the border of Bablon.
Amon's straw sandals were worn out, so he put on another pair that Link had prepared for him. In the cavemen's village, only he and Link wore sandals. They traveled day and night, regardless of whether it was day or night, sunny or rainy. When they felt tired, they would sit down and rest to restore their strength and magic power, then continue on their way.
He had brought enough food with him, including all kinds of delicious meat floss that could be kept for a long time, dehydrated wild vegetables and green beans. All of them were stored in the strange space of the bone. Every evening, Amon would stop to make a pot of delicious meat and vegetable soup for Schrödinger. He knew that Schrödinger was used to having meals at this time. Schrödinger was always listless, but he would always finish the soup.
Half a month later, when Amon had almost reached the edge of the mountains, he suddenly realized that he might have made a mistake. Along the way, he not only avoided the beasts in the mountains, but also avoided other cavemen's tribes. These days, whenever he saw a populated place, he would subconsciously avoid it. So far, he hadn't come into contact with a single person.
He was not running away, but traveling across the continent. His real purpose was not to find Medanzo. He came out of the mountains to experience more things in the world. Thinking of this, Amon changed his direction. Instead of walking in the wilderness, he went to the Euphrate River, where there were people.
Strangely enough, yesterday, they had encountered several villages. Amon had deliberately bypassed them, but today, he wanted to find a place with people, but he didn't see anyone after walking for a whole night. At dawn, he heard the sound of running water. After climbing over a mountain, he came to the running Euphrate River. In front of him were grasslands and undulating hills. In the distance, he could see sheep grazing, like white clouds floating in the green fields.
Finally out of the mountains, Amon spread his arms and took a deep breath. The bright scenery in front of him made him feel much better. Just then, he suddenly heard a woman crying not far away. The sound made him curious. He had always wanted to find a place with people, so he was naturally happy to hear someone's voice. But why was the woman crying so sadly?
Schrödinger poked his head out of the leather bag and turned his ears. Surprisingly, he frowned like a human, as if he was puzzled. Then he retracted his head and closed the bag with his paw. Maybe it was because of the noise or because he didn't want people to see him.
After crossing a grassy slope, Amon finally saw a young girl wearing a coarse linen skirt and a pair of straw sandals. She was sitting there crying with her hands over her face. Her shoulders were still shaking uncontrollably.
"Why are you crying so sadly? What happened? Can I help you?" asked Amon, standing on the grassy slope.
The girl was startled by his voice. She stood up and took a few steps back. She asked in a panic, "Who are you? Why don't I know you? Why did you suddenly appear in this place? "
Amon did look a little strange. The weather was very hot, but he was still covered with animal skin. He was holding a long branch that looked like an old man's crutch, but he looked like a young man.
Amon was also secretly surprised. He swore that he didn't know this girl, but he inexplicably felt that she was familiar. He must have seen her somewhere before, but it was impossible for him to have seen her before. Seeing that the girl seemed to be afraid, he hurriedly explained, "I am a hunter in the mountains. I lost my way while looking for prey. I don't know how I got here. Can you tell me how to get to the nearest town? If you are in any trouble, I can try my best to help you. "
The girl took another step back. She subconsciously crossed her arms in front of her chest and wrapped her skirt tightly. She lowered her head and answered shyly in panic, "You, you, why are you looking at me like that?"
Amon inexplicably felt that she looked familiar, but it was strange that he didn't know this person at all. She was the first person he had seen in half a month, so it was inevitable that he would carefully look her up and down. His eyes were always fixed on the girl. As a young man, this seemed to be very impolite or had some other meaning.
The girl stood up and revealed her face. Only then did Amon realize that she was very beautiful. Whether it was her facial features or her figure, there was an indescribable shyness to her. Although she was wearing a shabby skirt, her skin was very soft. The weather was relatively hot, so her clothes were slightly loose but very thin. Her arms and calves were exposed, and her skin was moist and indescribably attractive. Looking at her gentle rise and fall, it was almost impeccable. There was a youthful vitality with an aura of maturity.
She subconsciously crossed her arms in front of her chest, causing her skirt to tighten. Her breasts were very plump, and the neckline was pushed up, revealing a sexy cleavage. Her expression and tone were not so much questioning, but rather another kind of seduction and temptation. Unfortunately, Amon had no experience in this aspect, so he didn't even have any reaction. He only realized that it was impolite to stare at her like that.
He hurriedly explained, "You are the first person I have met in half a month, and you look very familiar. I was curious when I heard you crying just now, so I came to ask. This is the wilderness, why are you alone? What happened to you? "
The girl seemed to be very curious as well. She raised her bright eyes and looked at him, whispering, "My name is Yoon Nam-na, a shepherdess of the Euphrate River. My sheep was lost, and I can't find it anymore. When I go back, I will definitely be punished, and what awaits me is the master's whip. … So I cried sadly. Good hunter, what's your name? Can you help me find my lost sheep? "
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