Chapter Thirty Six - Birds of Prey, But Not Birds of a Feather

Chapter Thirty Six - Birds of Prey, But Not Birds of a Feather

Now I know that you came to these lectures to learn about killing monsters and becoming a better adventurer, but todays lecture is about the Races.

No need to groan kiddos, this is important information for any adventurer. Many of you will travel to exotic places and meet all kinds of individuals, some of which wont be human. So you need to know the basics of how to interact with them. Since all of you are humans - I think anyway, Im not about to strip you and check - we are going to mostly skip talking about humans in this overview.

The Races are divided into Demihumans and Sapients, and confusing the two is a good way to get yourself killed. Demihumans are monsters. They have Classes and they can be as smart or smarter than you, but they level their Species and Evolve. Sapients, on the other hand, do not have a Species Level but can take many more Classes.

The Sapient Races are Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and any half breed between them. Despite what you might think, there isnt a superior Race - among the Sapients anyway, Half-Elven Dragonkin are qualitatively better than pretty much everyone else - but rather each Race has its own talents and flaws.

Humans gain experience much faster than any other Race or monster. If you feel that you arent Leveling fast enough, you arent working hard enough. What takes an elf one hundred years to do might take the average human only ten years, while a talented and determined human might do it in one.

Of course, elves can afford to spend a hundred years gaining a Level. Those rumors of elven immortality you have undoubtedly heard? They are pretty damn accurate. Elves naturally gain Vitality over time, so they never actually grow old. They also have monstrously large Health pools and can survive injuries that no human would.

If you stab an old elf in the heart they can just pull it out and walk away without a care in the world.

And they very well might, because the oldest elves tend to become less and less interested in the world as they age. Eventually, they stop moving altogether and enter a meditative trance called reverie. These ancient elves in their reveries rarely ever interact with the world again, completely uncaring about their surroundings. People can and have walked up and slit their throats without them bothering to react.

For the record, slitting their throats came nowhere close to killing the ancient elves.

-part of a lecture from S-Rank Adventurer Dre the Massacre given to new Adventurers.

ReiReihammara Solily POV:

-just didnt think we would be traipsing up and down hill sides to hunt toads of all things! Ylma was complaining as she blasted another Juvenile Boreal Toad away. These things are hardly even a threat, so what is the point?

They pay in gold, the normally quiet Karlin growled out as he skewered one of the smaller Hatchlings on his sword. That is the only point that matters.

Well of course they pay in gold, Evergold is a gold mining town! Gold is the only thing they have!

If it helps Ylma, there is a good reason to have us do this, I interject before Ylma can start ranting again. Even though these monsters are weak, they serve to give experience to stronger ones. The more experience in the ecosystem, the more powerful monsters it can support.

...so if we cull the weaker monsters we prevent the more powerful monsters from Evolving, Ylma was able to figure out the rest from what I had told her. Giving her just enough to figure things out for herself was much better than telling her something; Ylma would argue against anything that she hadnt thought of herself.

That might be true, but Im with Karlin here, Chaurl - who was doing absolutely nothing but standing by watching us kill swarms of toads - said. Do we really need a reason beyond, they pay in gold? Wed be unlikely to get silvers for work like this anywhere else, theyd pay us in coppers.

Nah, this wouldnt be a coppers job, Rauvin didnt even bother to stab the smaller ones, dispatching them with a single kick instead. Sure, the lower stages are just trash, but the babies have to come from somewhere. The Adult Boreal Toads would be a threat to many adventurers.

One of them could kill me, for sure. Tamlin spoke up, taking a moment to wipe his brow. Most people dont have Rauvins durability or your firepower Ylma.

It certainly was true that we had expected a bit more out of the savage south, but I cant say I am disappointed to have an easier time than I had thought I would. For that matter, we were only a couple of hours out of Evergold; for all I knew, there were rampaging Elementals right over the next hill.

If you have this swarm handled, I certainly thought they did, toads were hardly dangerous for Adventurers like us. I will scout ahead and get an idea of the lay of the land.

Rauvin waved me ahead and I dodged away from the toads and ran off into the trees. I might not have an advanced Class, but with both the [Hunter] and [Scout] Classes and my Elven heritage it was easy to fade into the forest and avoid fighting the monsters that prowled around.

Our party was out on a basic three day clearing quest. We would travel one day away from the town, kill everything we could find for a day, and then come back. We would have to take a trophy from every kill and turn them in at the local Guild to get our pay, and this kind of job usually paid poorly except in very dangerous regions.

This was, supposedly, a very dangerous region and Evergold had gold to spare, so we could expect a very nice paycheck for our efforts. Personally, I planned to use the money we earned here in Evergold to receive training in becoming a [Tamer], as the Class would help me in my goal to become a [Ranger]. It was far more efficient to have a professional train me in the Class than it was for me to just abduct a toad or something and try to teach it how to behave.

That was a few decades away though. It would take time to learn the Class and I wanted to stay with my party for as long as they were adventuring. I might be young and yet to feel the weight of time on my shoulders, but I knew well enough that a decade or a century here or there wasnt really important. I would still be considered barely above a child by other elves long after my current comrades were dust.

For the most part, my scouting was uneventful. Although the further out I traveled the more dangerous the monsters were; the town guard likely helped to clear the areas around the town itself. Stone Lynx were some of the most common and in some places I even saw Wisps, which meant there had to be a place with a very high mana density somewhere nearby. Wisps themselves werent particularly dangerous, but their presence could mean that Elementals and elemental monsters might be nearby.

I was fairly sure that was further west though, and not in the direction we were heading. I would still mark it on the map and ask about it back in town, it would be best to deal with it before it started spawning monstrosities and twisting the local monsters into more dangerous creatures.

Chaurl, how is Tamlin? Rauvin asked as soon as he could catch his breath. Tamlin did not look good, he had taken a massive shock and was still smoking.

Bad. Chaurl said tersely, his hands glowing with power. Too bad for me to handle, Jakkus is powerful but I am not; he needs to make it to the healers in Evergold and fast.

I saw Rauvin glance at the collapsed rubble. Now that we werent being chased by a murderous Thunderbird, we could climb it but There was no way we would be able to get Tamlin to Evergold quickly.

I heard a small sound and immediately whipped my head around, fearing the worst only to see a curious sight. The Gale Wyvern was sitting on a nearby boulder, watching us intently. Suddenly, I had a wild idea. Wyverns were smart although they werent really sentient, but it would have known what it was doing when it helped us.

The others had turned a little after I had, prepping their weapons with hard looks on their faces. I, however, set my bow down and slowly walked forward with my hands up to show my empty palms.

Hey there, I tried to say calmly, praying to whichever god that would listen that I was able to get the idea across. Can you help us?

The Wyvern cocked its head, looking at me intently as I approached.

Ray, I know you want to be a tamer but now is not the time, Rauvin said quietly, warily. And Wyverns are Dragonoids, they are basically untamable by anyone but an expert anyway.

Will you help us, I asked again. Please?

The Wyvern responded by rolling over, which was not quite the response I had hoped for, but it wasnt a dangerous one. I have no idea what proper Wyvern behaviour was, but there was no way that it was anything but an invitation to come closer and I did. I inched forward until I was able to touch it, feeling its scales and feathers beneath my hand.

Getting it to get back on its feet and allow me to climb on its back took all the courage I could muster, but it let me do it! It even let me guide it!

Chaurl, you know what I am thinking, I said, as I looked down at Tamlin. Would it work?

The risk- Rauvin began, but was immediately interrupted.

It is our only chance, Chaurl replied grimply. Take him to Evergold, we will make it back as soon as we can.

The Wyvern allowed us to get Tamlin onto its back, where I held him as we took off. The ground that it had taken us hours to traverse melted away as we sped through the air, and soon Evergold was in sight. Alarms were sounded almost immediately, so I had the Wyvern set down in front of the gate - to do otherwise would risk us all being shot down.

Guards! I shout from the back of the Wyvern, We need help, we have an injured man here!

To their credit, the guards quickly managed to understand that the Wyvern was under my control. Kind of Technically it wasnt, but I had no intention of telling them, at least at first, but after Tamlin was rushed away to the healers

[You have met the requirements for the Class: [Tamer]!]

[You have 4 open Class Slots.]

[You have Classes available, would you like to see them now?]

I quickly chose [Tamer] and gained a new ability: [Wild Pact], which I immediately used. I felt the bond, the link, reach out to the Wyvern and the Wyvern accept it!

[You have met the requirements for the advanced Class: [Ranger]!]

[You have met the requirements for the advanced Class: [Wyvern Rider]!]

[You have 3 open Class Slots.]

[You have Classes available, would you like to see them now?]

[Note: [Ranger] is a consolidated Class. Classes combined into [Ranger] will have their Slots opened again.]

I immediately chose both, uncaring about the Classes that were combined into [Ranger]. With a chance like this coming by, I was sure it was something I would never regret.