Crown of Chaos

In the luxury carriage at midnight, the sword-singing beauty was still surprised by Aaron's blunt request.

Although it has been spread outside, the practice of the Sword Song is still a secret that is not passed down to the elves. The elves strictly guard the secrets about the Sword Song to ensure that the inheritance of the Sword Song will not be desecrated by other beings. .

This approach of the elves is different from how they were once very happy to share knowledge, teach magic, and provide supplies to humans and even many mortal races. Therefore, many anthropologists believe that the way of sword chant involves the secret of Arvandor, the country of Cinderella's divine system, so I am more interested in this, even to the point of complaining.

Since you elves have taught us so much, why don't you also teach us the secret of Sword Song?

The elves are so stingy!

——Complaints of Anthropologists

However, just from the few words that were circulated, humans discovered that the way of sword chanting was too advanced for them. Most humans simply did not have enough emotions and enough time to complete the entire practice. Only a handful of them were guided by elf mentors. The half-elf below can successfully become a swordsinger.

Aaron's request was too direct, and the sword song beauty was a little uncomfortable with it. She glanced at Aaron's face with a pair of emerald eyes, crossed her arms again, and crossed her long lace legs: I didn't expect that, I just casually said Come on, the little rookie actually takes it seriously.

What should we do? Do we agree to the little novice's request? Beauty Jiange pretended to hesitate: Okay, little novice, I'll ask you a question to decide whether or not I want to teach you.

Excuse me. Aaron also knew it was not that easy.

Elves (especially surface elves) are a race that leans toward the chaotic and good camp. Just like their god-king Corellon, the elves' character always tends to pursue freedom, unrestraint, release passion, and hate being restrained. They always like to Express your own creativity and invention, do not like to be a leader and control others, and do not like to be controlled by others.

Therefore, when studying the history of elves, many anthropologists believe that, unlike humans, elves are strong when dispersed and weak when united.

The elves also have their own laws. A complete elven law is about 3 feet (1 meter) thick, but there is this sentence at the end of each chapter: In the name of Corellon, everything will be determined according to the specific situation and the court hearing. The judge’s final decision shall prevail, and the legal provisions in this chapter are for reference only.”

This can well reflect the elves' habits of doing things: they will generally abide by their own traditions, moral values, and established customs, but they will not strictly adhere to legal dogma.

If someone else wants to learn it, Aponya will just sneer: This is the secret of my family, do you think I will teach you?

But now it's Aaron who wants to learn.

This little rookie is very good-looking, making the beauty of the sword song pleasing to the eye, and he speaks nicely, and more importantly, he can understand his own sword song.

He understands me!

This is the only person who can understand the emotions in her sword song since she was born!

Aponya believes in fate, and she firmly believes that it is fate that she meets the rookie!

This is the spirit. If they like you, they will find a hundred reasons to help you even if it is a prohibited matter. If they don't like you, they will help you even if it is a clearly stated provision in the law. Find a million reasons to deny you.

Why are you so interested in the tattoos on my body? The beauty of Jiangge waited for Aaron's reply with bright eyes.

It's my father's wish. Aaron said very seriously.

Eleanor next to her couldn't help but glance at Aaron, but hesitated to speak.

Father's wish? The sword-singing beauty became even more interested: Aren't you a half-elf, little noob? Is there an elf in your paternal line?

No, there are no elves in my paternal or maternal line.

Then why?

My father was once the Purple Dragon Knight Commander of Cormyr. He had met the Elf Swordsinger when he was on a previous mission. At that time, he was shocked by the Elf Swordsinger's heroic appearance. He once told me that he was in The Swordsinger has seen similar tattoos on his body and is very interested in them. Unfortunately, he is not a spellcaster and has always regretted it. Aaron immediately told a short story: So, I really want to know about magic. The Mystery of Tattooing.”

So that's it. Sword Song Beauty thought that this reason made sense. There were indeed many settled elves in Cormyr, and there were several roads leading to the Dark Territory...

In that case, let me teach you, little novice~ The beauty of Jiangge found the reason, she giggled: But, you have to owe your sister a favor!

Thank you so much!

Right in the carriage, a magical tutorial began.

He knew that the time he spent with the Beauty of Sword Song was very short. After arriving in Susar, the two parties were likely to part ways. He didn't know when they would meet again in the future, so he did not sleep. While Aponya was present, he tried his best to Trying to learn the magic tattoo magic ability.

Magic tattoo:

Magic tattoos, as an object that combines magic and art with ink and needle thread as a link, can imbue its bearer with strange powers. Magic tattoos were originally associated with magic needles that can transfer magic into living creatures. Together.

As long as it is engraved on a creature's body, injury and damage cannot weaken the function of the tattoo. Even if the tattoo is destroyed, the power within it has been imprinted into the body of the creature and will be reborn as the injury recovers.

When a creature receives a tattoo, it can customize its appearance. A magical tattoo can look like a brand, a scratch, a birthmark, a pattern of scales, or any other facial covering.

The rarer a magical tattoo, the more space it generally takes up on a creature's skin.

Aaron is currently an elite warlock. He is also a wild warlock, a cosmic warlock, and a soul warlock. The power of chaos flows in his veins, and he can use his own blood to replace ink.

Aponya teaches all about magic tattoos and has no reservations. Sword Song Beauty’s own knowledge of magic tattoos is not comprehensive. She is limited to the content about the Sword Singer.

The swordsinger's magical tattoos represent the fighting style, which is related to the mentor, swordsong, and mastery of magic.

For example, cat tattoos represent the three major schools under the Cat Science School: the Lion School, the Cheetah School, and the Red Tiger School.

Bird tattoos represent rare ornithological schools: the hawk school and the raven school.

There are also viper tattoos from the Snake Science School and so on.

Through magic tattoos, swordsingers can convert between two kinds of energy: when melee combat is required, swordsingers use their singing through magic tattoos to add magic to melee weapons, adding magic damage.

When it is time to cast spells, the swordsinger can also convert energy through magic tattoos, converting the body's power into magic power to assist in casting spells.

Aaron had a little difficulty learning it at first, after all, this was an aspect he had never been exposed to.

However, when he realized that the Swordsinger's tattoos were very similar to one of his abilities, his learning speed immediately increased several times.

Converting energy, isn't this the ability of the cosmic warlock?

By obeying the laws of the universe, being intimate with the power of the cosmic wheel, and pushing it to rotate according to the laws, the cosmos can add its own melee power to magic, or add its own magic to melee power!

Use your own blood as ink!

Use the power of chaos in the blood as the source of power!

Use your own cosmic power as the key to transformation!

Aaron understood quickly, and soon, as the sky gradually became brighter, he finally understood his own magic tattoo under Aponya's careful guidance!

He named it Chaos Stigma!

Chaos Stigma (Super Bloodline Magic):

The Son of Chaos, a unique ability created by Aaron Salian, personally chosen by the Four Gods, uses his blood containing the original power of chaos as ink to imprint the stigmata on the surface of living creatures, instilling strange power into its bearer. .

From then on, the bearer will gain the ability to be closely connected to the Supreme Heaven through the stigmata, and can use this to receive the blessing of the true god. In addition, he will gain the ability to cast spells, gain physical strengthening, obtain certain resistance, and have powerful blessings, etc. Randomly benefit from various effects.

Over time and the bearer's ability to use the stigmata, the Chaos Stigmata will gradually penetrate deeper into the bearer's body and soul.

This process is almost irreversible, and the Chaos Stigma can only be erased from the bearer through prayer spells or the personal action of a god.

Even through this method, the bearers will still feel the pain of soul loss, especially after the stigmata has penetrated into their bodies and souls. The bearers will strongly resist the removal of the Chaos Stigma, and their strength will be greatly enhanced. decline and require a lengthy withdrawal reaction to gradually recover.

As the sky dimmed outside the car window, Aaron, who had stayed up all night, finally completed his great invention.

He took the most determined step toward the master of the magician.

The first volume of Salian's nine volumes + the Chaos Stigmata. When these two are combined, a brand new spellcasting system will emerge.

Aaron named it Eight Wind Magic or Astral Magic.

He couldn't wait to share his results with Miss Warlock.

The morning light came through the window. The pastor lady had already slept on the cushion for two times and was not yet awake.

Both those who teach and those who learn are tired.

Thank you so much, Ms. Aponya. Despite the fatigue of not sleeping and studying after the midnight battle, and feeling the massive loss of magic power in his body, Aaron expressed his gratitude to the beauty of Sword Song. He took out a piece of paper worth 1,000 gold coins. Golden Ticket: “You deserve this, thank you for spending the whole night teaching me!”

The beauty of the sword song was also a little tired. She picked up the cup and drank the wine of the Dragon Thorn family to moisten her throat, and pushed the golden ticket back to Aaron: Do you think I am a person who is short of money? Moreover, you call me ma'am. ?”

Then...Teacher Aponia? Aaron asked tentatively.

Magic is a very precious resource, and equal exchange is a common law in the magic world.

Generally speaking, as long as the other party teaches you magic, then the two parties form a simple master-apprentice relationship. Even if the apprentice pays to learn magic, then in the agreed-upon caster system, the apprentice should also respect the mentor and respect the teacher. You cannot strongly confront the instructor until he has done something excessive. At most, you can only express your objection.

Keke~ Actually, you can call me sister. The beauty of the sword song was not satisfied with this title. She giggled and turned her eyes to the priest lady who was dozing: You owe me a favor, right?

...Yes. Aaron nodded.

That's enough. Beauty Jiange closed her eyes: It's time for you to rest, little rookie. We will definitely meet again. I firmly believe that I will ask for this favor from you again then!

Oh, by the way, I have a gift for you. Aponya suddenly thought of something, and a hint of cunning flashed in her emerald eyes. She glanced at the sleeping pastor lady again, and gently moved toward her. He reached out from under the table and untied the sling hanging from his waist ring.

When the time comes, you can't deny your sister!

Just in time, I also have something to give you, Ms. Aponya. Aaron took the delicate silky hand with body temperature from Aponia's hand, and he also took off a ring with eight marks from his own body. Small pendant with the star emblem: If you encounter any trouble, you can take this and go to the Salian House in the Triple Crown neighborhood of Uptown to find me, and I will provide as much help as possible.

Just try your best? Aponya blinked, and the sword-singing beauty took the pendant with the eight-pointed star emblem.

After all, you came to Susar this time to do big things, right? Aaron blinked: I don't want to participate.

Keke! You are not qualified to participate even if you want to participate.

For the next few hours, neither party spoke again, and the sword-singing beauty entered a meditation stage to regain her energy.

Almost all elves have used meditation to replace sleep. During meditation, elves will recall memories of the current life, including previous lives, and will take this opportunity to think and relieve their fatigue and desire to return to Avandor.

When an elf can no longer meditate, it means that they have truly begun to enter old age. The appearance of the elderly elf is still the same as that of a thirty-year-old human being, but the inability to meditate means that Avandor has begun to summon them, and the elderly elf will do everything possible to summon them. Try to return to Evermeet, or simply try various dangerous things to test whether the gods will allow them to return to the pure land of Arvandor.

Judging from her condition, she is obviously still very young.

Aaron waited until Miss Pastor woke up and then hurriedly caught up on his sleep.

It didn't feel like long before he was shaken awake by Eleanor.

Aaron~Aaron, we are here! Eleanor's voice woke Aaron up.

Aaron opened his eyes and found that it was already noon, and the magnificent city gate of Susar was in front of him.

This is the starting point of the journey, the end of the journey, and the place to say goodbye.

The tall, hot, and red-haired sword-singing beauty said goodbye to Aaron here. As soon as she turned around and entered the city, her figure disappeared.

Who is she? She feels mysterious. Eleanor has always had a slight hostility towards Aponnia.

Aaron was silent for a few seconds.

We'll find out soon enough.

Why? Eleanor still didn't understand.

Because if I guess correctly, she will definitely go to visit Her Royal Highness the Regent. Aaron showed a big smile: We will definitely meet again.

It's just that next time we meet, you won't necessarily be called Aponia, right?

His hands were in his pockets, and his rough fingertips touched the spider veins on the soft, silky fabric.

She said nothing because she couldn't.

But she said nothing, because Aaron was the only one who could understand her sword song. She believed that this was fate, and she longed for a confidant.

What do you want me to do to you? My dear elf sister?

————I am the dividing line of Elf Sister————

Hoo~ho~ho~

Time goes back to last night, somewhere deep in the Forest of Kings.

A female sun elf ran wildly in the forest, the surrounding scenery passing quickly in her eyes. Even in such a dark environment, she saw things as if they were daylight.

Must, must find reinforcements!

Our clan's soul gem must never fall into the hands of others!

Hoo~ho~ho~

The female elf covered her chest with her hand. There was a fatal wound there. The wound was dripping with blood, almost cutting her chest into two pieces!

What's even more troublesome is that she has taken medicine, but the bleeding can't stop at all!

Crazy! This human is really crazy! The female elf cursed in her heart. This human is simply crazy. Don't they know how terrible the consequences of attacking the elf caravan will be? This will lead to a war!

Prepare to receive the wrath of El-Ty-Quesser! Corellon curses you!

Where are the reinforcements? Damn Cormyrians? We clearly sent a signal, why were there no reinforcements?

You guessed it right, I'm going to cause a war.

Under the moonlight, an evil and arrogant figure without even clothes stood under a big tree. He played with the dagger in his hand. His bright red pupils were filled with murderous intent and smile. He looked at the seriously injured Female sun elves are like hunters who are not in a hurry to eat their prey, but also want to play with it in their hands.

Why don't you run away, Elf Lady?

Human, how dare you?

Human? The evil man seemed to hate this word. He coldly licked the blood on the dagger with his tongue: No, it's not a human!

My father's divine blood flows in my body!

I am destined to become a god, and you, Sun Elf, are just a stepping stone in my great plan.

Now, die and make your final contribution to me. This is the only value of your life.

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