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Chapter 1983  1983. Challenge From Nature

Reward: witness to a moment that has not occurred within generations of elven history.'

This sudden quest made Walker stop his breathing. Naturally, such a thing would not have occurred. If it did, then he and Gil would know of it.

However, it was well known that many of the ancient elven ways when the high elves had existed were lost to history. The elves had split up and a lot of their history was lost or just completely forgotten. This was just the burden they had to carry since they had or held themselves together. '

The fighting and broken beliefs that they had because of who they had focused on their affinities and the differences between them was great. It was hard even now for them to properly come together. The reason that it went so well was the hero who pledged himself to the elves and only the elves. He was their anchor.

Gil knew this and was trying to live that. He had already felt a connection when he met the elves in the first place. He had strived to learn about them, teach them, and beyond that, love them.

His ingenuity had brought the elves new arrows that they had not imagined and even brought back a lost art that the high elves had used to practice with the daggers they crafted as a second protection after their bows and arrows.

From what the elves knew, this was the person that they would follow as one of the first kings of elves ever. Regardless of the hero title, he had literally pledged and promised his bond to their future queen of all elves. Something that had not happened in too many generations that some couldn't even recall stories of it happening without consulting the libraries.

"So I have to face a challenge from nature?" Gil spoke out loud after standing up. He had attempted to hide himself from predators, but realized when the system offered him this quest, that he was not in need to hide. He could not hide.

In Gil's mind, he felt he had learned more. He felt that Walker would surely be somewhere nearby, but that was a thought he pushed away. Especially because he received a much more in depth system quest an explanation that must be offered because of his unique circumstances.

'Quest- the rite of man and nature

Requirements:

Due to a bond with the world, the first high elf promised that every male would define their bonds and their values. The promise to always uphold nature and protect their bonds must be proven. To do so is to show nature and the world that they will properly live these values. That they will treat all as they should. That even soul would be able to match their actions.

Survive the challenge from nature itself and face the monsters created by this promise to assert your power as one who can protect the birth of new life and the growth of powerful bonds.

Reward:

One title, information pertaining to the high elves' rituals and ceremonies of marriage, family, and birth, one drop of high elves blood within your heart.'

This was what Gil had seen. Much more of a reward but also a clear and cut explanation that this was something older than even the elves could know or guess.

The idea that the first ever high elf had made a promise with the world and nature was stunning. A being that could do something like that would definitely have been powerful. The scion of a race!

Gil didn't feel this should be about the rewards though. Yes, the knowledge of these high elf ceremonies, rituals, and general familial information would be invaluable to the elves as a race. It would bring back many things that their people had lost to a large degree. However, what was that in comparison to how he felt about Alma. the first being that he had truly felt was completely and irrevocably part of him.

When Gil even tried to consider a larger view point, he was stuck on how he and Alma would be equals. Two halves of a whole. That alone was more important and overshadowed everything else.

The rewards would just be a bonus that the elves could use as they wished when Gil recorded it all. Then there was the additional drip of high elven blood that would appear within his heart.

Saying that he understood that was a massive overstatement. He had no idea that there had actually been a real high elven bloodline. He believed that it had been the result of elves being separate and believing that when they were together and not separated so much in to different areas, that they had made false beliefs of high elves.

Yet he also knew that was foolish to think. They had clearly seen some sort of mention here and there of a diluted high elven bloodline. It was even written that there used to be high elves that used natural mana. That alone would have solidified it in his head. But like most things, this had been something that Gil could not focus on because he had other things to worry about. Adventuring was like that after all.

The high elven blood entering him made Gil realize that it might make him similar to what Su did with Midnight. It might not be a bond with a specific person, but a bond with a race as a whole. This meant he would be closer to them. Closer to the one person he loved. Why would that be wrong?

Walker knew that Gil was thinking. But he was also within the area around him. The predator that Gil had noticed wasn't just a predator. Walker had seen it all. The leaves and branches of trees moving. The ground rising. Moss growing faster than what it should grow in this area and time of year.

'Moss man

This is a natural benign that can only take shape when challenged by the will of the ancient elf. The world allows this monster to come to being when a certain ritual is undertaken by an elf or one that has an extremely unique bond with the elves.

This monster is made out of everything natural. The earth, warmth of fire, light and darkness from the sun and shadows, the slowness of the wind and water causing growth to form moss. This monster is not able to harm any others that are not part of the ritual.

They will challenge the one that is taking this ritual to battle. Multiple or a singular moss man is determined by the strength of the one understand this ritual.

The moss man will fight as if they are defending all that nature is. This is because the one undertaking this ritual must prove beyond all that they are that they are ready and willing to take this step. If they fail, their life is forfeit…'

Walker only read a little more from there. He knew that this was the end of what he could even do. He could not shout out. The system had never offered a penalty for what they did. Only rewards for their actions.

Now, he had to witness Gil fight the large moss man that had grown out of the forest floor and was moving toward Gil. The hulking figure made of earth and had multiple varieties of moss growing all over it was stunning to say the least. It was something that many people would not be able to imagine.

The dark eye sockets were clearly able to act and real eyes which were hard to understand. But the hands made of earth and small pebbles also carried some rotting wood in them. Before Walker could even use the all around appraisal, a rotted tree root had molded itself in to a club within the moss man's hands.

Gil's eyes narrowed when he saw the figure through the trees. This entire day of challenge had become more challenging. He could sense around him that the manas were also growing. That nature had come alive even more. He felt that the entire forest was waiting. Was watching him.

The bow was drawn right away and the rough arrows notched. Gil felt that he could not easily defeat something that clearly didn't have a core like a golem did. But he also felt that he would be able to disrupt the manas that created it. Call it a sixth sense or just the instincts of a hunter. But Gil could feel confidence when he faced this monster, no, this challenge beyond anything like he had seen before.

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