Chapter 158 Heroes

  Seeing the painful expression on his sweetheart's face, Alleria and Cirvanas rushed to his side to stop him, and even Vereesa, who was far away, quietly bit her lower lip with a worried look on her face.

  Although it is not clear exactly what is going on, the two sisters who rushed forward can clearly determine the source of the problem from the eagle claws that are still emitting a strong light.

  However, when Sylvanas was anxiously about to pull the spear out of Charlemagne's hand, On'hara's majestic gaze fell on her, and the invisible pressure immediately made the female elf unable to move.

   "Mortal, don't get in the way! Now is the critical time!"

  A stern female voice appeared in the minds of Alleria and Cirvanas almost at the same time. At this time, Emeril also stepped forward and patted their shoulders and shook their heads.

   "Trust the eagle demigod, she must have no malicious intentions, this should be an opportunity for Charlemagne instead."

   Under Emmoreel's persuasion, the two female elves reluctantly moved away from Charlemagne again, and the three sisters stood with Lor'themar anxiously watching the progress of the situation.

At this time, the hunters in the entire sharpshooter camp didn't know what was going on in the current situation, but the powerful power that flickered when Onhara frightened Cirvanas just now was obviously suppressed. They sense it.

  The night elf sentinels, tauren hunters, and high elf rangers all knelt respectfully on one knee and waited for the end of this change.

   For this kind of demigod with great power, intelligent creatures will instinctively hold respect, even the usual proud Quel'Dorei is no exception.

At this time, Charlemagne, who was at the center of everyone's attention, could not feel the disturbance from the outside world at all. He was desperately digesting the massive amount of information pouring into his mind. Driven by Hara, he quickly integrated into his instinct.

  Although this process was difficult, Charlemagne gradually felt that the bottleneck of reaching the peak of the high level last month seemed to be loosening.

  If the intermediate level represents the initial learning of the energy utilization of various professions, and the high-level represents the proficiency in the use of the energy system of each profession and the improvement of skills, then the requirements for entering the hero level are even higher.

  At the end of last month, Charlemagne had thought about it in detail, and finally combined with the miscellaneous experiences he had gained in the information age, he probably summarized the threshold of stepping into the hero rank into two words - nuanced.

  The most important point of the hero level is control, fine control of the use of one's own energy, instant control of the surrounding environment, and the exertion and fine-tuning of almost every muscle in the body. These are the topics that need to be mastered in the hero field.

Of course, energy is also an important point of measurement. Both strength and skill are indispensable. For example, if the energy of the mid-level peak is 10, then the energy of the high-level peak is 1000, and the new hero needs to reach at least 1000. 10000.

  Because Charlemagne has the silver arm armor to help him purify the energy in his body, coupled with his own monstrous progress speed, energy has never been a problem for him to worry about.

What he lacks is nothing more than the rich experience needed to step into a higher realm. Originally, this process should still take 1-2 years to settle, but... With the influx of a large amount of experience in the eagle's claw, the bottleneck that originally restricted him no longer exists.

In the eyes of Immorel, Aurelia and the others as if they were looking at monsters, the concentrated energy on Charlemagne's body suddenly exploded under the catalysis of the eagle's claws. It can be seen that this high elf ranger has broken through the bottleneck and entered the hero rank.

   "It...is that simple? I broke through the bottleneck that I was stuck in for more than a hundred years?"

  Emeril looked stunned. Charlemagne, who was a new hero and still unable to restrain the energy in his body, undoubtedly left a deep impression on the minds of everyone in the sharpshooter camp at this time.

  Brand Yongsworn had a look of relief on his face. Ohnhara really had his own considerations in choosing the candidate.

  ‘Dear Namulia, it seems that the secret passage you created will continue to develop smoothly, but unfortunately you can no longer see this scene, I am both happy and sad about it...’

   "Hoo..."

   After a long time, the strong light on the eagle's claws finally weakened slowly, and Charlemagne also let out a long sigh of relief at this time.

  Although the inheritance of this experience has brought him great benefits, if possible, he really doesn’t want to experience it again...

  Charlemagne opened his eyes and looked at the eagle's claw in his hand. A strange feeling flashed across him. It was obviously the first time he was holding the spear, but it seemed that he had been fighting side by side with it for thousands of years.

   "Huh~huh~"

  Instinctively, he held the eagle's claws in his hands, and Charlemagne saw Onhara standing on his statue with tired eyes.

  He respectfully saluted On'hara and said, "Thank you for your help, respected On'hara, I will uphold your will and use this artifact to protect Azeroth."

On'hara raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Charlemagne. With this look, Charlemagne read some information that only he could understand. This was an invitation, an invitation from another great being, the half-eagle God is just acting as a messenger to deliver the news at this moment.

Before Charlemagne could reflect on this message carefully, Onhara once again turned into a burst of white light and merged into the statue with a clear cry. The departure of this powerful demigod made him dare not take a breath before. Everyone finally let out a long sigh of relief.

   "Hahaha, Charlemagne boy, since this artifact has been entrusted to you to use, don't let me know that you have humiliated the ancestors of our Gaoling tribes, or don't blame Lao Niu for being rude!"

  Neg Bloodtotem was the first to come back to his senses, and he patted Charlemagne's shoulder with a hearty smile. The huge force almost missed the poor elf ranger into the ground.

   Charlemagne, who was photographed as if his whole body was about to fall apart, agreed helplessly with a bitter face, "Um... I will try my best, but I feel sorry for you all. I didn't expect this artifact to fall into my hands in the end."

Ulan, Barre, and Jie'er smiled indifferently, and Ulan made a statement as a representative, "Don't mind, the eagle and demigod should have their own considerations, and the eagle's claws should stay in the Thunder Totem. It can only be used as a symbolic item, and you can wield it and continue to kill the demons of the Legion, which should be what the ancestors hoped for."

Looking at the three female elves who had gradually gathered around, the stable Ulan showed a rare narrow smile on his face, "Go, your confidante should wait, they almost violated Ohn Hara just now. will to save you!"

There was no time to deal with this wicked tauren. When Charlemagne turned his head, he saw Alleria running towards him, followed by Sylvanas, and Wen Lei who looked disgusted behind him. Sa and Aqiang, who was blocked by most of his body.

  The newly promoted hero-level ranger lord showed a sunny and warm smile on his face and opened his arms to the leading female elf.

   "Sorry Alleria, I made you worry."

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