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Soulgear woke up and saw Glo'Mok preparing breakfast, but he could sense something different about Glo'Mok. He burst into laughter, as if he had expected it all along: "So, did the Shadow Valley accept you so quickly? Tell me, what did you see?"
Glo'Mok was surprised, not expecting Soulgear to know this secret. Soulgear continued: "Do you think I brought you here for no reason at all? Every Crystar has been here and received the blessings of the Shadow Valley. I just didn't expect you to undergo such a change in just one night."
Glo'Mok lowered his head, pondering his dreams and the encounter with Windte. He later told Soulgear: "I met Windte in my dream. He is the elemental spirit of this Shadow Valley. He told me that the battle of destiny is approaching, a new Crystar will emerge, and I will play an important role."
Soulgear nodded solemnly: "Windte's appearance is not a coincidence. This is an omen, a symbol of change. You need to understand that your mission is not only to defend the crystal, but also to unite the four major races to face the threat of evil. This is the responsibility bestowed upon you by the Shadow Valley."
Soulgear looked at Glo'Mok and could tell that he was still hiding something. He asked, "Is there anything else?"
Glo'Mok avoided eye contact for a moment and carefully said, "The old Crystar will fade away. I've heard this prophecy not for the first time, even my grandmother mentioned it before." He paused, seeming hesitant to continue.
Soulgear nodded as if understanding the situation. He muttered to himself, "Gone?" Then he stood up, patted Glo'Mok on the shoulder, and said firmly, "With honor in our hearts, we will fight for the tribe until the very end. This is not only the highest honor for us orcs, but also Crystar's lifelong wish! Death is not frightening, child. We must bravely face our destiny!"
Glo'Mok shook his head and said with a heavy expression, "Crystar, my concern is not about death, but whether I am capable of taking on your responsibility."
Soulgear looked at the soup that was about to burn, quickly grabbed the ladle, and started stirring. He turned to Glo'Mok and said, " Glo'Mok, although you are still very young, I believe in you. I am starting to understand why the tribal chief chose you. Now it's up to you to find your own reasons to become Crystar." His eyes were full of trust and expectation.
Soulgear handed the soup to Glo'Mok and said, "Alright, eat up. We have to meet with the squad for the preservation ritual after training at noon!" Upon hearing this, Glo'Mok nervously gulped down the soup, and then the two of them resumed their intense training.
Soulgear drew his sword, and his strength increased significantly. Both his attack and defense became more difficult to penetrate. Glo'Mok realized that he needed more skill and strategy to deal with Soulgear's attacks.
The movements of the two were like a magnificent dance, with the blades of their swords shimmering in the sunlight. Soulgear's sword dance became a beautiful sight, as his body gracefully turned, the blade swiftly piercing towards Glo'Mok at times, and skillfully blocking the opponent's attacks at others. His muscles tensed, each movement displaying the perfect combination of strength and skill.
Glo'Mok was completely focused on chasing Soulgear's sword. His steps were agile and steady, his body seemed to become part of the wind, and each dodge closely followed the edge of the sword, allowing him to evade fatal attacks by a hair's breadth. His eyes sparkled with determination, and each counterattack carried his vow to Crystar.
The clash of swords echoed through the entire training ground, their movements fast and precise. Suddenly, Soulgear launched a powerful attack, the sword drawing a bright light and striking towards Glo'Mok's side. Glo'Mok then made an astonishing dodge, his body seemingly merging into the air, leaving only a blurry afterimage, rendering Soulgear's attack futile.
Soulgear's gaze lingered on Glo'Mok for a moment, and he was quite surprised by the wind elemental perception on Glo'Mok. He knew that only a very few shamans could truly establish a deep connection with the elements, and Glo'Mok seemed to have made great progress in this regard.
"Elemental warrior?" Soulgear repeated, his voice filled with interest and astonishment. "Haven't seen one in a long time!"
Glo'Mok feels an indescribable sense of pride, as his efforts and faith in the elements seem to have paid off. He knows this is just the beginning, and he must continue to work hard to explore more mysteries of the elemental power in order to better fulfill Crystar's duties.
In the ongoing battles, Glo'Mok's progress has impressed Soulgear. Not only has he made significant improvements in combat skills, but he has also begun to regain his shaman abilities. The power of the elements seems to be gathering around him again, obeying his command and serving him. Such progress is astonishing, especially for a young shaman.
Soulgear realized that this young Crystar was no longer just an ordinary warrior; he was a true elemental warrior, someone who could communicate with and harness the power of nature. The recovery and growth of this power satisfied Soulgear, and he knew it would play a crucial role in future challenges.
"You're doing great, Glo'Mok," Soulgear praised, "Your growth rate is impressive. This land needs an outstanding Crystar, and I believe you will soon be able to fulfill that role."
As the sun gradually rose high in the sky, the two hurriedly packed their luggage and organized their gear. They knew it was time to head to the team's meeting point. Glo'Mok checked his equipment to ensure everything was in order, while Soulgear reviewed the map and guide to ensure they would arrive at their destination on time. This ritual was not only an opportunity but also a challenge for Glo'Mok to demonstrate his strength and talent in order to gain recognition from Crystar.
When everything was ready, the two set off together towards the meeting point. Glo'Mok was filled with anticipation and determination, as this was his first step towards becoming a true Crystar.
Chapter 17: Another Journey
When they arrived at the meeting point of the mountain path, they saw the Elder Skull, the great Shaman Glenn, and his apprentice Maya waiting. The mountain path was located in a dense forest, surrounded by towering ancient trees. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a sacred atmosphere on the ground.
Skull is an experienced orc warrior with a long beard and a huge double-handed axe slung over his back. Glen is a shaman who is adept in natural magic, always surrounded by a faint natural glow, while Maya is a young orc girl with eyes full of curiosity and excitement.
Soulgear and Glo'Mok approached them, and Skull nodded at them. Glen smiled and said, "Today is an important day. We are going to the location of the preservation ritual together to ensure the safety of the crystal." Maya then jumped with excitement and said, "I can't wait to witness the preservation ritual!"
At this time, Skull the battle elder stood in front of the gathering point, facing everyone, his voice echoing in the valley. "Everyone, we are about to begin our mountain climbing journey. Although this route is not particularly dangerous, we still need to be careful. Wind Ridge Road is the only path from the tribe to the peak of Karen Mountain, filled with natural challenges and beautiful scenery."
Wind Ridge Road closely follows the ridge of the mountain, winding through dense forests, steep cliffs, and rushing waterfalls. Climbers must overcome various natural obstacles such as rocks, tree roots, and cliffs, as well as the occasional weather changes. The altitude and resulting lack of oxygen make this route even more challenging.
However, Wind Ridge Road is also famous for its spectacular scenery, where hikers can enjoy beautiful mountain views, lush forests, and expansive valleys. Along the way, they may encounter various wildlife such as deer, wild goats, and unicorns that inhabit this mountainous area.
Pointing to the winding mountain road in the distance, he continued, "This route follows along the ridge of the mountain, taking you through dense forests, steep cliffs, and possibly even offering a glimpse of magnificent waterfalls. As you proceed, please be mindful of rocks and tree roots, as they could pose tripping hazards."
Skull's gaze turned to the great shaman Glen, and he continued: "Shaman Glen and his apprentice Maya will provide support during this journey. If anyone feels unwell during the climb, please inform them immediately."
Then, he pointed to the end of Wind Ridge Road, gazing at the distant peak of Mount Karen, and said: "Ultimately, when we reach the peak of Mount Karen, we will be able to overlook the beautiful scenery of the entire continent. This is also the location of our preservation ritual, a sacred and symbolic place. Let us unite and move forward together, for the tribe! For Crystar!"
The roar of the elder warrior Skull echoed in the valley, like the leader of a pack of beasts calling out to his kin. With his roar, the other orcs also began to howl, their voices intertwining like a fantastical symphony in the valley.
The howls were filled with passion and determination, marking not only the beginning of their mountain journey but also symbolizing the unity and steadfastness of the tribe. As their voices reverberated in the valley, the orcish band became even more indomitable, ready to face the challenges ahead.
Skull's gaze swept over the people around him, seeing confidence and determination in every orc. He knew that they would journey together to the peak of Mount Karen, to complete this sacred preservation ritual. It was an adventure full of challenges and hope, and their unity would be the strength to overcome all difficulties.
On the other side, on the "Emerald Path," Alserel tightly gripped his bow, vigilantly watching the other side of the mountain where the howls of orcs could be heard. His elven ears were sharp, able to perceive distant sounds. Beside him, the captain of the guard, an elegant dark elf named Elmas, sensed the prince's concern and gently patted his shoulder.
Elmas's voice is soft and steady, "Prince, don't worry. That's just the traditional howl of the orcs, indicating they've entered the woods. Please relax a bit." As the captain of the guards, his voice is calm and authoritative, always providing support and advice to the prince when most needed.
Even though Alserel is a noble of the High Elves, he still has to admit that Elmas is an outstanding dark elf, and his appearance is equally impressive. He wears black leather armor, exuding a mysterious atmosphere. His silver-white hair is carefully groomed, cascading over his shoulders and shining in the sunlight.
Elmas's eyes are as deep as the night sky, full of alertness. His features are delicate and elegant, especially his high nose bridge and slender chin, adding an undeniable charm to him. His lips often carry a hint of a smile, showing his confidence and composure.
Accompanying this noble prince are three others, namely Crystar Iliana, also a High Elf, wearing magnificent Crystar armor made of precious crystals, shining brightly. She has an elegant appearance, a tall figure, and long silver hair flowing down her back. Her composure and wisdom enable her to stand out even in the presence of strong individuals in Crystar.
Next is Eileen, a sorceress from the Elven Spell Academy, wearing a flowing light blue robe embroidered with mysterious runes on the sleeves. Her silver-white hair is neatly combed, and her eyes shimmer with magical light. She wields an ancient spellbook and always manages to unleash miraculous magic at crucial moments.
Finally, there's Raven, a forest ranger in a lightweight green robe with exceptional close combat abilities. His equipment includes a delicate short bow and a sharp dagger, with the short bow always ready on his back. Whenever enemies approach, he can quickly draw his dagger and engage in close combat. His movements are elegant and agile, each strike precise and deadly. He excels in using the dagger for rapid consecutive attacks, leaving enemies powerless to counter. His brown hair sways slightly, and his eyes gleam with reverence for nature. Raven's presence instills confidence in everyone for adventures in the mountains and forests.
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