037, You are my only god

When Link was surprised, he always had a habitual action, which was to open his mouth, and he could swallow a fist. At this moment, he forgot to open his mouth. Seeing the staff in Amon's hand, his face suddenly turned red, his hair was standing up, his nose was um, he had been in his nose for a long time, but he didn't say a complete sentence.

Amon walked over and put the staff on his hand. Only then did Link react and crawled on the ground and saluted: "God Amon, I'm not dreaming!"

When Amon gave Medanzo a divine stone, Link was so envious that he was almost drooling. Unexpectedly, this staff was inlaid with seven divine stones! He is now a third-level magician. Of course, he understands that the staff that can inlaid with seven divine stones is much more expensive than the divine stones.

Money is secondly. There is no need to spend money in this cave-dwelling savage tribe. Such things are hard to dream of as a small tribe leader.

When he saw this staff, he couldn't believe his eyes. While saluting Amon, he rubbed his eyes and held the staff in his hand and touched them again and again. Amon smiled and said, "I promised you that I should have given it to you two months ago."

Link looked at the staff with great care and swallowed, saying, "But it is too expensive, how can I accept it? You should keep it for yourself."

Amon smiled and waved his hand: "Things must always have their own uses. It is impossible for a miner to take several sledgehammers at the same time. You are missing a real staff, and I have other staff... I have been here for almost two years. For such a long time, you have been entertaining me and my cat with wine and food. All the tribesmen regard me as gods. I think this thanks are not enough."

Link quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, no, how can you speak like this? I'm afraid that it's not worth the money of this little staff... Since you have other staff, I'll accept it for the time being. Thank you God Amon for the gift!"

Amon: "Get up and talk, the staff is yours, put it away... The characteristic of this staff is that there is no difference in attributes. It can amplify the effects of various magical techniques, and it is activated very quickly, much stronger than your bone stick. But you should be careful not to use the staff to take tricks when practicing magical power, but only use it as a helper when mastering magical techniques."

Link nodded excitedly and said, "I remember, you have said before, try not to use my patriarch's scepter when practicing strength. Actually, I feel that it is almost the same if I use it, but it is different if I have a staff. I will definitely pay attention in the future... Medanzuo hasn't been here for a long time. I guess he is practicing magic behind closed doors at home. If he saw this staff, he would be so envious!"

Amon coughed lightly and said, "Link, this staff is for you to practice and perform magical techniques, not for you to show off. You envied Medanzo at the beginning, but now you want Medanzo to envy you. If you compare this way, I might as well give nothing."

Link was shocked and quickly replied solemnly: "I must remember your reminder, I will only cherish it and not show off again." Then he carefully held the staff in his arms.

Amon suddenly stretched out his hand and took out a crescent-shaped long-handled axe out of thin air from nowhere. It shone with a silver luster under the fire, and handed it to Link: "I'll give you another weapon. In this deep mountain jungle, the axe should be the best use. You are not only a magician, but also a third-level warrior, and you should have a decent weapon."

Link took the axe and tears were almost falling. I didn't know what to say. Amon seemed to not want to talk too much, and waved his hand and said, "Sit down, today I want to teach something new, I will only say it once, you must remember it with your heart."

Amon taught Link various intermediate-level magical techniques, which were the same information he had just obtained from the Earth's Eyes, without any reservations, and the skills of making various magical artifacts were also handed over to Link. Link had been learning to write for more than a year. Amon taught the divine texts together, which saved the trouble of learning them again.

Not only that, he even taught intermediate physical skills, but Amon himself was not good at martial arts, so he only told Link the most basic physical skills training method, mainly to enhance the strength in the body and bloodline. Finally, he said solemnly: "Link, I awaken the power of both sides for you, which is different from other methods of cultivation. You are not only a warrior but also a magician. What a magician is? I think you already know it?"

Link smiled: "Of course I know, but in my tribe, there are no such things to pay attention to? You are the god, Amon!"

Amon tried his best to say, "Of course it doesn't matter here. No one will hold you accountable for your personal divine arts, but if one day you go out of the mountain, you cannot easily reveal your identity, so I remind you not to show off that staff. The purpose of your learning divine arts is to master magical power, not to show off to others."

Link shook his head and nodded today, and his head was almost a grass in a whirlwind. He nodded quickly and said, "I remember, God Amon, what else do you have to give?"

Amon's expression became solemn and said seriously: "The most important explanation is that you can only practice magic according to the way I teach you!"

Of course there is a reason for him to say this. Bell summarized the path to becoming a god, and he must pass various tests in sequence regardless of physical skills and magic. Amon taught Link this way, and hoped that he would follow this path without any other deviations and mistakes. The old madman once sighed that if he went wrong at the beginning, the further he went, the harder it would be to return to the right path.

Amon couldn't explain why to Link, these were his secrets. But Link did not ask, and raised his staff very seriously and sweared: "Amon, you are my only god!"

This was interesting, but seeing Link's expression was very serious, Amon was stunned for a moment and wanted to laugh, but in the end he nodded seriously: "This understanding is OK, which will help your beliefs be stronger. I will leave here tonight. I hope you practice well and take good care of the tribe members here."

Link was startled, stepped forward and widened his eyes and asked, "What, are you going to leave?"

Amon nodded sadly: "Yes, time is up, it's time for me to leave. I can't stay here forever, and I still have my own way to explore."

Link: "Where are you going?"

Amon: "I'm going to travel to the mainland. The first stop I want to go to the capital of Barron to see Medanzo." He had never traveled far away. Although he planned to travel to the mainland, the only place he could think of was Medanzo. Let's go first.

Link said reluctantly: "I also want to travel with you to see the world outside the mountain, but I am the patriarch and need to protect my clan members. In the future, I will choose a qualified patriarch and I can go outside the mountain... But where can I find you?"

Amon: "If you talk about the future, I don't know where I am going to travel. You can wait for me to come back here. If you really want to go out to see the mountain, you can also go to Medanzo, but you must be careful when you go out."

Link grabbed Amon's sleeve: "You must be careful too." After saying this, he felt that his worries were a bit redundant. Amon existed almost omnipotent like a god. What should I worry about? After thinking about it, he added: "God Amon, many people outside the mountain are very bad, you must be careful of them."

Amon patted Link on the shoulder: "Thank you for your reminder, I know, I have met bad people." His body has developed very fast over the past year, and his size is no different from a strong adult. His figure does not look particularly strong, but he is very well-proportioned and healthy.

Before he knew it, he was half a head taller than Link. He could no longer wear his clothes when he first came. At this moment, he was wearing a leather robe sewn by the girl who was the most skillful in the cave-dwelling savage tribe. It was lined with thick burlap underwear and a pair of finely woven straw sandals under his feet.

The two leather pockets that the old madman gave him looked ordinary, but they were very durable, and there was no sign of wear until now. Amon straddled the big leather pocket on his shoulder, held the small leather pocket in his arms, and left the village while the night was dark.

Schrödinger was still sleeping soundly, and Amon carried it out of the grass nest and put it in his leather pocket. Schrödinger has been depressed and melancholy for more than a year. Amon never heard it call again, nor did he write a divine text. He had wanted to communicate with this cat many times, coaxing it to speak softly, but Schrödinger just looked too lazy to pay attention to it.

Only Link sent Amon outside the village, and took him a few more times, but he was reluctant to go back. At the end, Amon stopped and said, "You can go back, you can't always send him like this, just walk back from here."

Link's eyes were red and he said pitifully: "God Amon, don't forget me!... More than a year has really been like a dream, an incredible dream!"

Amon was also very reluctant to leave. He lived here for nearly two years. The tribesmen not only regarded him as a god, but also gave the highest courtesy and the best enjoyment that the tribe could provide, but also were his friends. At this moment, a sound suddenly appeared in the bushes on the side of the road. The King of Iron-armored Beast led four large Iron-armored beasts out and looked at Amon's low whine.

Amon turned around and said, "Are you here to send me off? Protect the tribesmen here, especially you, the Beast King, I will give you a name, Yunmeng... Yunmeng, I know you can practice magic, and I will come back to see you."

The iron-armored beast king could now understand Amon's words and nodded constantly on the ground. At this time, Schrödinger suddenly jumped out of his pocket, looking at the distant mountains with shadows and wondering what he was thinking. Only Amon knew that it was looking at the direction of the peak he had been to, although he could not see it from here.

"Schrödinger, it's time for us to leave." Amon shouted. But Schrödinger seemed to have not heard it, and he still looked into the distance in a daze. In the past year, it has always reacted like this when Amon spoke.

Amon asked helplessly: "Do you want to stay here or continue to follow me? To be honest, I really can't bear to leave you! But if you like this place more, stay."

Schrödinger seemed to have hesitated for a moment, but soon made a decision, jumped back into Amon's skin pocket and continued to sleep, not knowing whether it was asleep.

It is very dangerous to cross the mountains and ridges in the dark, but for Amon, a middle-level magician who has mastered the magic of detecting, everything can be sensed clearly. There is no difference between night and day. Unless the beasts in the mountains are as incredible as Schrödinger, he doesn't have to care.

A middle-level magician has a status in all city-states of Tianshu Continent, but Amon, a magician who lives in seclusion in the mountains, does not understand their habits at all. He has not learned good or bad habits, and he is taking a completely different path. For example, a noble magician cannot venture through the mountains at noon at noon, meaninglessly consumes precious mana and performs detection magic magic overnight, and does not use a staff.

In the eyes of many magicians, this kind of behavior is probably as incredible as Schrödinger in Ammon's eyes!

Amon wanted to cross the mountains and ridges to reach the lower reaches of the Youdi River, which is the junction between the desert and the valley plains, and the border between Hati and Barron. Then cross the Youdi River in a wide and gentle water flow, and then continue to head towards Barron City. The road was very long. After walking for half a month, Amon gradually saw a place with a mountain village, not a savage, but a residents on the Barron border.

His straw sandals had been worn out, and he changed into another pair that Link had prepared for him. When he was living in a savage village, only he and Link were wearing shoes. He went on a day and night, day and night, sunny and rainy day. When he felt tired, he sat down and rested to recover his physical strength and mana, and then continued to rush.

He brought enough food with him, all kinds of secret delicious meat floss that could be preserved for a long time, and also added dehydrated wild vegetables and green beans, all in the strange space of the bone. Every evening, Amon would stop to make a delicious pot of meat and vegetable soup for Schrödinger, who knew it was used to dining at this time. Schrödinger was always listless, but he would eat it clean every time.

Half a month later, Amon was almost at the edge of the mountain. He suddenly realized that one thing he might have made a mistake. Along the way, he not only did not entangle with the beasts in the mountains, but also avoided other cave-dwelling savage tribes. In the past few days, he subconsciously circumvented places and continued to move forward. He has not even contacted anyone.

He was not escaping but traveling to the mainland. It was not his real purpose to find Medanzo. He walked out of the mountains just to experience more things in the world. Thinking of this, Amon changed his direction and no longer walked in the wilderness, but headed towards the Youdi River, which was filled with people.

It's strange that yesterday I encountered several villages. Amon deliberately walked around outside the village, but today I wanted to find a place where there were people, but I walked all night but didn't see people. At dawn, he heard the sound of flowing water, crossed a mountain and came to the rushing Youdi River. In front of him were grasslands and rolling hills. You could see flocks eating grass from afar, just like white clouds floating on the green field.

Finally walked out of the mountain, Amon spread his arms and took a deep breath. The cheerful scenery in front of him also made him feel much more refreshed. At this moment, he suddenly heard a woman's crying not far away. This sound made him very curious. He had been looking for a place where there were people. He was naturally very happy to hear the voice, but this woman cried so sadly?

Schrödinger poked his head out of his leather pocket, his ears turned, and his forehead was wrinkled like a human being, as if he was confused. Then he shrank his head back and closed the mouth of his leather pocket with his claws. He didn't know if it was noisy or if he didn't want people to see him.

Walking through a grassy slope, Amon finally saw a young girl wearing a burlap skirt and a pair of straw sandals on her feet. She was sitting there covering her face and crying, her shoulders still twitching.

"Why are you crying so sadly? Can I help you if you encounter something?" Amon asked while standing on the grass slope.

The girl was startled by his voice, stood up and took a few steps back and asked in panic: "Who are you? Why don't I know you? Why did you suddenly appear in this place?"

Amon looks strange. The weather is already very hot, but he is still wearing animal skins and leaning on a long branch in his hand like an old man's crutch, but he looks like a young man.

Amon was also secretly surprised. He swore that he didn't know this girl, but he felt that she was familiar. He must have seen her somewhere, but he could not have seen her. Seeing that the girl seemed very scared, he quickly explained: "I am a hunter in the mountains. I was lost in search of prey and somehow I got here. Can you tell me how to get to the nearest town? If you encounter any trouble, I can try to help you."

The girl took another step back, subconsciously hugged her arms in front of her chest and wrapped her cloth skirt tightly. She lowered her head and replied shyly in panic: "You, you, why are you looking at me like this?"

Amon inexplicably thought she looked familiar, but he was surprised that he didn't know this person at all. Moreover, she was the first person he had seen in half a month, so he would inevitably look up and down carefully, and his eyes were always directed at the girl. As a young man, this seemed impolite or had other meanings.

The girl stood up and showed her face. Only then did Amon realize that she was beautiful. Both her facial features and figure had an indescribable shyness. Although she was wearing a shabby skirt, her skin was very tender. The weather was hot, and her clothes were slightly wide but very thin. Her arms and calves were exposed, and her skin was moist and tempting. Seeing her figure was gentle and ups and downs, almost impeccable, and her youthful vitality contained a mature atmosphere.

The movement of her subconsciously wrapping her hands on her chest made her dress tight, her breasts were plump, and she stretched out her neckline to reveal her sexy cleavage. Her expression and tone were more like another teasing and temptation than questioning. Unfortunately, Amon had no experience in this area, and even had no reaction, and just realized that it would be impolite to stare at others like that.

He quickly explained: "You are the first person I have met in the past half month, and I feel very familiar. I heard you crying and was very curious, so I came over and asked. This is a wilderness, why are you the only one? What happened?"
Chapter completed!