Chapter 26: Nomad's Bar Mitzvah
After about two hours, several hundred centaur herders, finally leading thousands of steeds responsible for transportation, arrived late. The herders joyfully ransacked every corner of the camp. The Barbarian Claw Clan did not have much food, just a few hundred bags of wheat, some weird looking bacon, and a few wild vegetables and mushrooms left.
However, there are a lot of other messy things. A large number of polished sharp flint, sharpened straight wooden poles, these take back a little modification, it is estimated that can make 20,000 to 30,000 sharp arrows. Not to mention the mountains of beast tusks, and fine bone carvings - these lifelike artifacts are in demand in the south.
As for the common currency among the various nomadic clans on the grasslands: animal skins. The centaurs even seized more than 10,000 sheets. Although most of them are tainted with a stench of gnome shit, but it should be able to wash off.
"Go! Let's go home!" The men and horses, some pulling heavy pack horses laden with goods, some using lassoes and whips to drive livestock, joyfully full, before leaving, but also did not forget to put the goblins burning fire with dry firewood, evenly spread inside the camp, after sprinkling some animal fat, the once prosperous barbarian claw camp, burned to the ground.
"The thing ------ to say in advance, I will only teach you a week." Looking around the coming and going of half-human and half-horse, breaking free from the restraints of the Drow elves, shed their wet linen clothing, covered with hideous rope marks of the sexy body, huddled inside a huge bear skin, shivering. "I really don't have any extra time, I will spend six days teaching you how to stimulate, control, the horrible power lurking inside your bloodline, the last day to help you get a magic pet, and on the eighth day you must give me enough dry food to release me back to the legion!"
"Okay no problem. Let's go, teacher." Painehus stopped and carried Henneville's slim body and followed the loaded group.
"Hey, you must carry your dear teacher away - look, the muscle curve of your back is so perfect and elegant. The pale coat is as smooth as satin to the touch - don't you have any thoughts about that?"
"My horse already contains Lady Luck, therefore, no other women are allowed to ride." Pinehurst, who was carrying the Drow Elf, casually pulled out a lie. In fact, he just felt that his titled rider was reduced to another person's mount, which would be very humiliating.
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Blood Fury Camp
Druids long ago, as fast as possible, healed all the injured and accompanied their orphans at the graves of the deceased, praying sadly to Skerritt. The others, on the other hand, cheerfully prepared a grand dinner party. The pigs, which can only be used for animal husbandry, were worthless to the nomadic clans of the four seas. Therefore, all of them were slaughtered, bled, skinned, cut into large pieces, placed on top of several grand bonfires, sprinkled with salt and slowly roasted, more than 600 pigs, not counting the wheat, wild vegetables, cheese, fruits and vegetables, but also enough for more than 1200 people to eat until they are full!
Some of the herders added firewood to the huge bonfires, some took out bags of fermented milk wine, and freshly squeezed goat's milk - a few of the tribesmen were unlucky that it was their turn to keep watch tonight and were not allowed to drink. At this moment, they have to look at their drinking friends with envy and jealousy, and drink the fresh milk inside the skulls of the orcs.
In the center of the campfire, Christian led some young ponies, gently plucking the long strings of the lute in his hands, under displacement, centaurs almost broke the bard's legacy, black-skinned fillies, is trying to nurture the next generation of bards. Their childish fingers, while sweeping the strings, slightly raised the green and tender front legs, with small but sturdy hoof, gently hit on a piece of hard wooden board, for a pale and bold prairie ensemble, hit the perfect beat.
Along with the lute piano that melodious and magnificent melody, some drunken centaurs, also catered to the intoxicating rhythm of the soft chanting, slowly, more and more centaurs joined the chorus, the vast and magnificent grassland song more and more majestic. Loud and clear, eventually, the entire camp was plunged into a sea of song!
Soon, the prayer finished centaur orphans and druids, also joined the long-awaited event, with a glass of wine, soothe the heart of the hurt. A large number of people who had eaten enough invited their comrades and lovers to dance around the grand bonfire. The pale centaur, who was also drunk, laughed and danced with the chief with the most awkward dance moves and the happiest smile, making the party cheerful and culminating in good-natured laughter!
"Big, everyone listen to me!" After a song, drunk, all white skin, once again into the carmine blood, beautiful to the incomparable Christina, holding the same staggering Pinehurst, slowly walked to the campfire. "Pinehurst! He alone, defeated the chief of the Barbarian Claw Clan! Captured that powerful Black Dragonborn alive!"
"Ohhhhhhh! Painehurst! Bear Goblin Slayer! Fall of the Black Dragon!" The crowd on the stage, after a brief silence, turned even more cheerful and noisy, one after another, raising the cranial wine bottles filled with wine and goat's milk in their hands, racking their brains to think of the nickname of the pale centaur. Bear goblin killer repetition rate is too high, the black dragon's fall and some exaggerated ------
"Hey, hey! Don't forget, when this chief recruited him into the clan, he was still two years and eleven months old! Not yet an adult! Now! Our little white horse has defeated the chief of a clan, so let's take this banquet to hold a bar mitzvah for him!"
"Bar Mitzvah? How is it held?" Peinhus rubbed his black eyes that were slightly drunk. Under the effect of alcohol, the endless desire had long since broken through the shackles of reason and taken over his entire brain.
"Cut off your opponent's skull and use it as a vessel to fill it with the blood that flows from the bear goblin's heart! After drinking it, you are a full-grown warrior of the Blood Fury clan!" Christina laughed loudly. "Drinking the blood of the enemy will make the clan more and more prosperous!"
"Good!" Through the strength of wine, drink on the head of the pale centaur, without hesitation, pulled out the long sword at his waist, directly cut off the head of the savage claw face like death. A few not drunk Night's Watch, excited to jump on the stage, to help him cut off the bear gnome's scalp, skillfully wielding the sharp blade in his hand, along his brow bone cut a circle, easy to take off the other party's skull.
"Whew--" Peinhus shook his drunken head and washed the sticky brain matter off his skull with fine wine. Wielding a short spear equipped with barbs, he precisely stabbed the bear gnome's heart, which had stopped beating, with sharp barbs, directly hooking the heart-shaped organ, out of the brute claw's chest!
The pale centaur took advantage of the strength of the wine and gave a fierce pinch, and the scarlet plasma was like a waterfall, instantly filling the clean white skull. The drunken centaur did not say a word, picked up the skull wine bottle, and directly drank it all in one go!
It was as if his own body became half human and half horse. The rational and calm human soul also seemed to merge with Sukhba's wild and unrestrained beast soul. Although it is the human soul that dominates, but the beastly nature that lurks in the depths of the soul still, to some extent, changes the mind of Peinhus.
"That's quick! More care in the battlefield in the future!"
"Hahahaha! Raise a toast to the clan's new warriors!"
"To our fallen clansmen! To our compatriots who fought alongside us! To the newest warrior to join the clan: Peinhus!!!"
"Painehurst! Pinehurst! Peinhus!!!"
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"What a bunch of cheerful monsters."
By the side of the camp. Henneville, wielding a dagger and elegantly cutting a leg of pork, was also infected by the unmistakable joyful mood of the scene, and the corners of her slow, rosy mouth rose slightly as she softly hummed a dark nursery rhyme from her homeland.
Chapter 27: The Hall of Arcana (above)
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into. The black breast peaks of the waves, along with the bumpy horse back, like a pair of soft and lovely inky bunnies, in the loose robe inside, bouncing wildly open.
Behind her, she was followed by a small group of Roman scout cavalry. Then behind her, there were more than a hundred fierce goblin wolf riders!
The beautiful north bank of the Danube is not as quiet and peaceful as the territory of the Roman Empire. Everywhere the wind blows, there is a horrible killing opportunity. The scouting team of the Ulpius legion first fought a bloody battle with a group of orc scouts, and then met three huge ogres! One of the ogres had skin that was a rare light blue color: damn or an ogre sorcerer?
After the bloody battles, the spellbinder's spell space had long been empty, as had the cavalry's bestial parcels loaded with javelins and arrows. Now, in more than a hundred black and white, blue-eyed giant wolves, the incomparable crazy chase, drive, head into the bear goblins have long planned to surround the net!
With the crisp sound of broken hooves, Henneville let out a cry of surprise, and fell to the ground with her horse. The endless huge beast palm, instantly will own the dark attractive graceful body, completely submerged ------
"AHHHH!!!"
"A nightmare?" Looking at the Drow elves who had just woken up from their sleep, their dark, smooth skin covered with beads of sweat, Pinehurst lifted his handsome, elegant face from atop the parchment scroll filled with the common language. The sun had long been hanging low in the southeast of the gray dome of the sky. The blood fury clan has already begun the day's work. The chief sent half of the marauders responsible for hunting, all to garrison the herd. Anyway, there are still more than a thousand pigs in the clan, as well as mountains of goblin corpses - the latter smelling like shit, the flesh and blood, basically fed to the dogs.
"Hoo-hoo-hoo... only, it's just some inconsequential passing." The pale Drow Elf, panting heavily, spoke heartily. "Also, I know that Drow elves don't have a good reputation, but I, Henneville, am a citizen of the Empire who keeps her word. When I say I'll teach you magic, I'll teach you magic, no need to hide a few druid animal companions in the corner of the house."
"As you just admitted, the reputation of Drow elves is not very good outside. Yesterday, you did not have time to reply to the spell position, and everyone was busy with the dinner party, so they did not care about you. But today is a different story." After discovering that he failed to spy, a dark brown old druid, also slowly burrowed into the interior of the snow house.
His thick and powerful hoof, like the trunk of an oak tree as sturdy and strong. Above the pale neck, with turquoise vines, strung three skinny gnome skulls. Like a tree bark, covered with wrinkles above the bald head, with a full buck fur. Two sturdy and sharp huge antlers, looks distinctly hideous and appalling.
"Well, if it's any consolation." One had to bow down when one was under the roof. Henneville, who could not figure out the strength of the centaur, had to give the aged druid, an elegant elven salute.
"First, let me make it clear that you must maintain a humble heart towards magic." The Draconic elf took the fresh goat's milk handed to him by Peinhus and took a gentle sip. "Mages learning magic need to study hard, study hard, and recite the full text of the scroll word for word. Behind each spell is sprinkled with the sweat of conviction of hardship."
"However, warlocks are different, although the number of magic that can be learned is far lower than that of mages. But the way magic is used is directly engraved in our blood and soul, no need to study and memorize, just get the hang of it. Just because casting spells is so easy, some warlocks who suddenly gain magical abilities tend to get lost in their own power. Doing something ridiculous and pathetic, I've seen this kind of people too many times."
Henneville gurgled the goat's milk in her skull, captured by the bear goblins in the past few days, but she was tortured "understand, adjust your mental state, never lost in the power of the arcane. By the way, when you meditated, what spells did you find yourself knowing?"
"The zero-ring juggling spells are Freeze Ray, Summoning, Mage's Hand, Magic Trick," said Peinhus, who has long since gone through his list of spells, backwards. "The first-ring spells, on the other hand, are Cold Touch and Grim Reaper."
"This is the second disadvantage of warlocks, although the number of spells cast per day is more than that of mages, however, they can only cast fixed spells, and cannot choose the arcane spell they want to cast today as they wish, like mages." Henneville shook her head regretfully. "What kind of bloodline do you have? The zero-ring juggling actually doesn't even have [Detect Magic]."
"I don't know." Peinhus shrugged helplessly. "In fact, it wasn't until two weeks ago that I found out I had an additional warlock profession."
"Tsk." The Draconic elf drank the goat's milk from the cranial wine bottle in one go, and licked the sweet and delicious milky liquid from his lips with intent. "How about this, I can copy a few very practical spell scrolls, as long as you recite them firmly in your mind, when you raise the level of warlock, these spells, too, will be inscribed inside your soul day after day."
"So what's the cost? Draconic elves?" The old druid, who was watching from the side, spoke unhurriedly. "Every time you transcribe a scroll, you do a certain amount of damage to your own soul, to your own soul. I don't believe you would be so kind."
"I had to be back inside the Legion in fifteen days. But I was captured alive by the bear goblins for five days. Now it will take another seven days to teach you magic." Henneville said unapologetically. "Now that I am alone, for insurance purposes, I hope my dear apprentice can waste three precious days of her own time escorting her teacher back to safety."
"Deal." Three times in battle, almost turned over by magic, desperately hungry for power, Pinehurst nodded his head and agreed without hesitation.
"Very well, I will first show you the basic method of casting arcane magic - the entire world is littered with a huge network of management arcane, divine magic. It is like a huge nest dug by the Fermi ants in the ground, connecting the various nests of the channel climbing branches, in all directions, countless nodes, space, dense layer after layer. And the basis for casting the arcane magic is to sense the magic network, and operate on it."
The attractive red lips of the Draconian elf curled up in a nice arc. The elegant hands, from the teaching utensils, gently cupped a handful of clay. Mouth with noble and elegant elven language chanting softly, powerful spiritual power, slowly twisted and extended deep into the magic network. The first layer, the second layer, the third layer ------ the fifth layer!!!
"You fucking demonstrate magic to a new surgeon with an arcane spell that starts at the fourth ring or higher?! Damn Druid Elves!!!" The old druid, sensing that something was wrong, angrily straightened up his tall, magnificent brown body and tried to stop his opponent from continuing to weave magic, but Hennevere was faster! She raised her right hand, and the old druid felt as if he had been plunged into dark waters! The surroundings were so warm and familiar, so quiet and peaceful.
Himself, like a carefree fetus, tightly curled up inside its mother's soft and comfortable womb, the horrible cold winter, the dead clan, the endless foreign enemies ------ all distressing things, are moving away from them ------
Fifth ring magic: [Weakness spell]!
"What have you done!" Peinhus said in horror. The old druid was lying on the floor like a retard, curled up comfortably into a ball shape, his wrinkled lips, after two satisfying smashes, even dribbled a lot of saliva, moistening the woolen carpet under him!
"Be quiet, my lovely student." With her spell bits and power restored, Henneville also regained the arrogance and confidence that belonged to a high ranking warlock as she closed her purple eyes in ecstasy and continued to immerse herself in the wonderful power of the magic web, whispering quietly.
"It seems I'm still soft-hearted, but Christian has always insisted on cutting off your limbs, keeping them in a cage, slowly torturing and forcing out the warlock's method of casting arcana! I now think she is right!!!" Looking at the other party still want to cast arcane magic again, Payne Hess dark pupils, a flash of grim gaze. The whole person is like a pale terrifying storm, ruthlessly crashed into the direction of the Drow elves.
But Pinehurst was just halfway through his run when the pattern in front of him suddenly twisted and flickered open, as if someone had blinded his eyes. Cramped snow huts, carpets of sheepskin, beautiful Drow elves, instantly distorted and disappeared in an endless horror of darkness!
"Calm down, calm down!" Deprived of vision, the pale centaur quickly pulled out the bow and arrow behind, listening carefully to the surrounding sounds. The Drow elves bare a pair of jade feet, slowly walking on the wool carpet, like a waterfall of ankle-length silver hair, along with the Drow elves light pace, slightly swaying.
Pinehurst accurately caught the slight sound of flesh and fur rubbing together, and after estimating Henneville's height, he loosened the flexible bowstring drawn to a full moon, allowing a deadly arrow to be fired at her long, silver hair and incomparable black face!
"Ah-la-la, what a pity, I'm moving with a cat in my back oh." The Drow elves nimbly dodged their own students' incomparably precise and tricky feathered arrow shots. The seductive lips, once again whispered the horrible incantation familiar to the pale centaur. Pinehurst sought the voice to draw the composite longbow into a full moon of terror once again - but, along with sight, his own sense of hearing, too, was mercilessly deprived by the warlockess!
"Hell! Hell! Shit!" Unable to see, unable to hear, the pale centaur's reflexes instantly fell into the most sensitive state of alert ever. The two hearts, too, were beating violently up and down inside his chest, making his blood flow rate and limb movement ability several times more active than usual! A terrifying energy that has been dormant for many years, also in this life and death, slowly wriggling up his terrifying body.
"You look more like a lowly warrior than a noble warlock, my lovely disciple." After throwing two consecutive second-ring magic [Blindness of the Eyes] and [Deafness], the Drow Elf looked at the other party's alert posture with his bow bent and his sweat blown up, and let out a contemptuous laugh, disregarding the fact that the other party could not hear any sound, and sneered loudly.
"Unfortunately, your handsome face, and sturdy human body is very much to my liking. It's this beastly lower body ------ ah, I really beg to differ." Henneville shook her head regretfully, turned out a candle from the teaching materials, and continued to chant obscure arcane incantations.
Soon, the female warlock will be in the main material world, tearing open a horrific doorway connecting Purgatory, countless sticky, bloated brown mud, like a flood, from the portal gushing madly, writhing with their constant froth of dirty mud and water, quickly formed a hideous head that only appears in the most horrific nightmares of children! With two large puddles of mud dripping, thick and unusually large arms!
Herniwell, to summon a terrifying inferior demon from Purgatory!
Chapter 28: Hall of Arcana (next)
"Roar! ROAR! ROAR!!!"
The unintelligent inferior demon instantly succumbed to Henneville's feet. Countless dirty mud spots, along with its horrific roar splashed around, making a mess of the interior of the snow house.
The whole devil, like a muddy and sticky flood, swept in the direction of Pinehurst. Two huge arms, quickly clamped the pale centaur's hands, the unclean body made of mud, tightly wrapped around the pale centaur's head, trying to let the enemy in the suffocation of a slow death.
"This touch ------ some kind of mud monster?" Pinehurst, who was deprived of vision and hearing, still maintained an unyielding fighting spirit. With a strange force, living to tear apart the soft and sticky mud arms of the inferior demon, trying to get rid of each other's capture.
"Hey, this power, you're really a warlock?" The Draconic elf raised an eyebrow in surprise and touched the magic net once again. With a raise of his dark and slender fingers, a black and gray ray that shone with an evil glow ran precisely through the pale centaur's massive body.
The latter, only to feel as if they had just finished running a marathon, all sore and weak, as if the arms were as heavy as lead, no longer able to resist the mud devil in front of them!
"Roar! ROAR! ROAR!!!"
The bad demon, who had regained the upper hand in the tug-of-war, let out a roar of triumph. Numerous sticky and dirty mud spots, gushing out of his loud roaring mouth, sprayed everywhere. The arms dripping with sticky mud, gripping the wrists of the opponent struggling, large puddles of writhing sticky mud, wrapping the centaur's head tightly.
"Shit! No, can't breathe--" It didn't take long for the air remaining in Pinehurst's lungs to be consumed in his violent struggle, and I don't know if it was the lack of oxygen to his brain, but his own blind eyes actually saw a vision of great beauty in the midst of the infinite darkness.
Only to see, countless beautiful dazzling bright stars, in their own dark retina inside, one, one after the other, flashing open, dense stars, soon occupied their entire field of vision. Countless thin lines emitting faint fluorescence seemed to follow some peculiar law, connecting a tiny star, countless points, lines, and gradually connected into layers of stacked, squeezed together, magnificent and vast bright star map.
The endless star map in front of me is so vast and endless that I cannot see the end of it. But by virtue of countless silk threads emitting a faint fluorescence, they connect and divide themselves into countless dimensions. By the stunning scenery in front of the Pinehurst, subconsciously counted, one, two, three, four ------ cut, their own eyes, can only see the ninth layer of the star map. The back of the bright stars, as if melted in the deep dark void, mortal objects, simply can not witness the magnificent scenery after the nine layers of the star map.
Looking at the magnificent and brilliant starry sky illusion in front of him, Peinhers subconsciously stretched out his hands - no, his hands were not wrapped in mud? So now this is ------ own spiritual power?
It is like a bison that is just born and can learn to run. It is like a fish breaking out of its egg, that is, breathing in water. The pale centaur gently touched the first layer of the star map, on the surface of a bright star, above the incomparable complexity of space, almost instinctively waved his hands!
"Hiss..."
The stagnant water that was silent in the depths of one's soul, now, finally boils like a boiling lake! Hundreds of thousands of hot and scorching terrifying torrent, washing their six limbs and hundred bones, a blue horrific smoke, like countless hideous and terrifying deep blue python. Deadly wrapped around his right hand above, emitting a regal and terrifying coldness!
"ROAR!!!"
The inferior demon let out a terrified scream. The ghostly spectral blue, which was almost as dark as the pitch black night, was stripping the puddle of life vitality at a rate visible to the naked eye. The devil panicked and let go of his left hand, wanting to get as far away from that horrible negative energy as possible. However, his right hand, but the pale centaur tightly caught, can not move!
Looking at her student, she finally burst open in a desperate situation and even cast the First Ring Arcana [Cold Touch]. Henneville was also relieved to eliminate all the negative spells inflicted on Peinhers.
"What an ugly monster! Weren't you just so mad! Yelling at me all over the mud spots! Now why do you want to run away?" Peinhus, who had regained his vision, waved his huge right fist, which was wrapped in negative energy, and rained down on the inferior demon's cheek! The nightmare-like hideous mud face, beaten more distorted, deformed!
A large number of dirty and sticky mud spots, along with every punch of the pale centaur, splashed to every corner of the interior of the snow house. The horrible blue smoke, along with every touch of both sides, continued to deprive the poor demon of the few remaining lives!
"One second has passed, two seconds have passed, three seconds have passed! Four seconds! Five seconds! Six seconds! I can still maintain the ghastly power of the Cold Touch! Keep taking your filthy, pathetic, stupid life! What a great feeling! This body is so perfect for the power of the arcane!"
Pinehurst was intoxicated by the seemingly endless power of the arcane arts. He let out a cocky laugh, forgetful! The handsome and elegant face, but now turned as if the evil ghost as hideous and harsh!
"Eight seconds have passed! Even though I awakened to the Warlock profession two weeks ago, I've never experienced such a thrill! Arcane is so powerful, I'm so high!!!"
"Ho--"
Can't fight and can't escape, the poor mud bad devil, let out a desperate roar, fortunately before dying. The Drow elves were sent back to the nine prisons of Bartow. The last fatal blow from the pale centaur was smashed on top of the mud-covered sheepskin carpet.
"Pop, pop, pop."
"Welcome to the halls of the arcane arts! My dear student, just sorry ah, warlock only in the most desperate times, can maximize to tap into the bloodline, that valuable gift from the ancestors." Looking at Pinehurst, who had successfully used the arcana, Henneville gently clapped her hands palms. Above the demonic face, an incomparable smile of relief blossomed out.
"Remember what you just felt! That innate instinct for life is the trick to your mastery of all the arcane arts!"
"Thank you, teacher." The pale centaur gently dispersed the negative energy wrapped around his right hand. Enthralled, he looked at his hands, the power of the arcane, it was so powerful and terrifying!
"Tom!"
"One more thing." After praising the student's talent, the Drow Elf gently walked up to Peinhus, leapt forward, and with a slim, pitch-black palm, hammered the pale centaur hard on the top of the head.
"Do you fucking remember the first thing I said when I taught you the arcane arts? Hmm? Keep a humble heart towards magic! Humility! Awe!!! It's only a one-ring arcane spell, and look how crazy you are! What? God damn high? After you touch the ninth layer of the magic net. You have the courage to demolish Constantinople directly?
"Er. Sorry, my mistake." Pinehurst returned to his usual refined appearance. Rubbing the top of his head, which was sore from the teacher's hammer, he said embarrassedly. "I'll pay attention next time."
Chapter 29: Jadeite jade
Just like the overnight rich humans, often will spend a lot of money, shopping, can't wait to enjoy all the world's glory and wealth in a short period of time. Suddenly acquired the arcane magic of the warlock, will also be the same as the rich, into a kind of forgetful frenzy, unable to extricate themselves. Luckily, the Drow elves were quick to knock Peinhus awake.
"I'm sorry for the hug, old man. If I hadn't restricted your movements, I wouldn't have been able to push Peinhus to the brink, and he wouldn't have been able to awaken his bloodline, would he?" On the side, Henneville lifted the retardation effect inflicted on the old druid and bowed to him rather sincerely in apology.
The Draper elves in the occasion of bending low, two bay like a lake like a bright and moving purple eyes, but to the student at his side. The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.
"Yes, yes, Lord Druid." The pale centaur shrugged his shoulders, he hadn't yet recognized all of the twelve hundred or so people within the clan, much less fit into the Druid's insular little circle. At the moment, he had to replace his name with his profession and said with a smile. "You see, this Drule elf has no malice, she has more than enough time to turn us into corpses or hostages, but, Henneville finally did her best to bring me into the hall of arcana."
"Humph! For the sake of the clan having an additional warlock, I forgive you. But next time will not be an example!" The old druid, who was blue in the face, hummed heavily with his nose two warm mists, and puzzled over the inner room of the snow house, which was covered with sticky sludge, with an angry expression, which was going over to shock at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Skerritt above, what magic did you use to make the chief's snow house into a filthy pigsty!"
"Uh - summoned a bad demon that looks like brown mud, what's wrong?" The Draconic elf asked cautiously.
"Oh my God! Proof of the history of the Bloodrage clan!!!" Instead of answering her question, the druid rushed heartily near the wall - above the walls of the chief's snow house hung the hideous heads of nineteen whole orcs, with three bear goblins, with their skulls cut off, the mud-stained, mangled skulls, set and encircling the walls as trophies.
"You are desecrating! These twenty-two heads are the chiefs of the dominant clans! They are powerful! Cunning! In the end, they fell at the feet of our Blood Rage Clan! Skulls made into wine bottles, heads turned into statues! To show the power of our clan! My God! How dare you ------"
Before the old druid's words fell, a substantial anger, instantly filled the entire dirty snow house! That dense to the point of anger killing intent, almost let the nearby air, turned into a sweet red face of blood.
Endless cold sweat, instantly wet the three people's clothes. They seem to be some kind of prehistoric beast, the vegetarian critters targeted. The trembling head turned back - cloaked in Chimera leather armor Christina, a face of anger standing in the snow house door, like a ruby like the magnificent bright blood eyes, containing a boundless anger, carefully surveyed their own fallen into a pigsty of dirty houses.
"Can someone explain to this chief what exactly happened just now??"
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Camp creek
"I'm so silly, really." Henneville carried a basin of cold, biting stream water and pitifully cleaned the mud-covered wool carpet. "I remembered alone that the bad demon is made of mud, but forgot that it makes a muddy, messy mess all around when it attacks."
"So you couldn't summon something like a python? There are many means to achieve the suffocation effect, but you chose a bad demon whose entire body is made of mud! I have to take a bath outside in the cold winter, and later I have to clean the ugly and mutilated skulls of these orcs!"
Pinehurst vigorously wiped the dirty mud spots on his torso, shivering from the cold, and his teeth clacking. In front of clean and warm, the pale centaur gritted his teeth and finally chose the former.
After wiping the upper body, the pale centaur sat on his knees in the lower reaches of the river, twisting his incomparably supple back, twisting most of the way behind him, carefully rubbing the muddy and dirty dust on the horse's back and front hooves.
The silver ponytail, as if a long, fluffy, soft bath towel, constantly across the body parts out of reach of Pinehurst, sweeping away the dirty dirt on it.
Fortunately, they are only the upper half of the body is cold to death only, the lower half of the horse grows a thick layer of pale fleece, for their own resistance to a lot of horrible low temperatures. This also formed the centaur only wear tops, the lower half of the almost naked clothing habits.
"No, no, no! It's too freezing! This cold stream reminds me of a bear gnome's damn water prison!!! Second session! Let's use [magic tricks] to clean these things!" The Drow elves rubbed their frozen red hands. The tantalizing vermilion lips, to the inside of the palm, spitting out a warm, moist white mist.
"A magic trick?" Peinhus recalled the effect of the spell. "I remember this spell can create something small, or it can make a certain area stained, dirty, or clean as new."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's the one. It's in your spell list anyway, so consider it daily practice." Henneville stretched out a slender dark finger, gently pointing at a dirty sheepskin above - nearly a third of the dried mud spots stuck to the wool, as if the thin snow under the hot sun, instantly melted, evaporated.
"Tsk. The cleaning area is too small." The Draconic elf found himself cleaning just one piece of stained sheepskin and frowned in dissatisfaction. Smooth and elegant wrist, suddenly wrapped around a dense, crowded with spells of arcane halo. Each character on the halo, are burning, flashing a light blue elegant light.
Super magic spell casting - spell expansion - magic tricks!
It didn't take long for the two of them to run out of the corresponding spell bits and clean the eight snow-white sheep fur skins, clean and clean.
But, the chief snow house floor, but the whole of the forty warm soft sheep fur!
"I'm done over there, come over and help you guys clean together." Just when the two fell into despair, Christina carried the hideous skull of the brute claw that had been stripped of its skull, gently walked over to the two, slowly bent four elegant and slender rouge hooves, and kneeled on top of the cold snow.
"You are not angry anymore, are you? Honorable Lord Chief?" The Draconic elf moved two steps away in awe, her angry killing intent, rivaling that of a hideous beast, really frightening Hennevil.
"Angry! You actually messed up my house so much!" The rouge blazing horse gave Henneville a vicious glare. "Pinehurst is a wild child who knows nothing, I see your pair of graceful and gorgeous jade hands, also does not look like you can do the chores, just rely on the two of you, this chief's animal skin carpets, I estimate that until tomorrow will not be able to finish washing!"
Looking at the Drow elves scratching their heads in embarrassment, Christina turned her face away, unloaded a bulging animal skin package from her back and threw it to Peinhers with a puff of anger.
"These are the spoils of war scavenged from Savage Claw, all of which are your well-deserved rewards."
"Hmm?" The pale centaur caught the flying beast skin package with precision and looked inside with curiosity.
Three pieces of crystal clear mica, six pieces of gel wrapped in eyelashes, a large pile of candles made of animal fat, and countless blackened loose clay ------ large piles of spell casting materials, cluttered together. However, the most striking thing inside is a finger belly size, oval turquoise emerald.
Its shape was so flawless, its color so radiant. A darker, darker, darker green color than emerald, transformed into a nebulous phantom inside the gem - a tall soldier clad in heavy scale armor, wielding a ------ two-handed war hammer longer than his body with both hands?
That hammer head looks small, and in this abstract painting, it is even reduced to a round ball at the top of a long stick.
"What is this thing?" Peinhus asked curiously.
"I don't know, it should be some kind of magic item with depleted energy. Even my sister, can't see through what this emerald is." Christina grabbed a dirty sheepskin and rubbed up the mud on it vigorously. "Drow elves, do you know what this is?"
"I have zero rings of spell bits and have completely used them up trying to cleanse your precious sheepskin." Henneville shrugged innocently. "Let's talk about it tomorrow. I still remember a little bit about this thing, I just can't remember it for a while."
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Three people worked all morning, finally finished cleaning forty sheepskins, and twenty-two, no, plus after the barbarian claw, a total of twenty-three broken skulls. Some free people and horses, help the chief kindly clean up the snow house. Finally let the room back to a clean and tidy appearance.
In the afternoon, the spell bit was empty for Peinhus, teaching some ponies Parthian archery, learning the Wood language for a while, and by the way, visiting the trophies the clan brought back from the battlefield: hundreds of animal skins, thousands of flints, heavy to exaggerated scraps of crossbows, and a hundred ------ huskies that kept poking their tongues out and pouting at the herders!
It seems that the defeat of the gnomes is not so difficult to understand.
At night, Pinehurst sat on his knees on the new sheepskin carpet, took the magic scroll that Henneville had taken time to write in the afternoon, and studied and recited it carefully, trying to memorize every word on it in his mind.
Darkness may obscure human vision, but it means nothing to the centaurs. Even within the extremely dark cave, they could see tiny ants within sixty feet, moving slowly across the floor.
Finally, after a tiring day, Pinehurst threw down the scroll in his hand and entered deep meditation once again. Hmm? An upgrade?
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Name: Pinehurst level: 8 (level 6 monster + level 2 warlock)
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Centaur: additional +8 strength +4 agility +4 physique +2 perception - 2 intelligence (human souls do not reduce intelligence)
Strength: 22 (6)
Agility: 20 (5)
Body mass: 16 (3)
Intelligence: 12(1)
Perception: 10 (0)
Charisma: 16 (3)
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Life value: 54 (4D8+2D4+18)
Defensive rating: 17 (10 + 3 natural + 5 agility adjustment value - 1 large body type), contact 14, caught off guard 15
First attack adjustment: +5 (+5 agility adjustment value)
Basic attack plus value: +5.
Horseshoe +5 attack, damage 1D6+6.
Longsword +10 attack (+5 basic attack +6 strength adjustment -1 large body type), damage 2D6 +6, heavy strike 19-20/*2.
Composite longbow +9 attack (+5 basic attack +5 agility adjustment -1 large body type), damage 2D6 +6 heavy strike *3, range 165 feet.
Tackle +15 (+5 Basic Attack +4 Great Size +6 Strength Adjustment)
Speed: 65 feet
Racial trait: Darkvision 60 ft.
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Toughness immunity +4 (+3 body adjustment value +0 warlock + 1 centaur)
Reflex immunity +9 (+5 agility adjustment value +0 warlock +4 centaur)
Will immunity +7 (+0 perception adjustment value +3 warlock +4 centaur)
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[Good at simple weapons] [Good at military weapons] [Close range shooting] [Long range shooting] [Precision shooting] [Mobile shooting] [Charge] [Fly running]
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[Shenjun White Horse]: When making judgments about Charisma skills with horse-like intelligent creatures, add an additional Strength adjustment value.
[Bloodline Expertise-Dimensional Magic Pet]:When you are ready and able to get a new magic pet, you can choose a non-standard magic pet.
[Bloodline Expertise-Elementary Command]:When the caster's level is sufficient, he can acquire an additional level 1~9 monster summoning spell without occupying an intelligible spell space. (The [Level 1 Monster Summoning] has been acquired)
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0 ring DC: 13. freezing ray, summoning spell, mage's hand, magic tricks, detect magic (6 times per day)
1 ring DC: 14. cold touch, gram enemy machine first, level 1 monster summoning technique (can be used 5 times a day)
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It seems that after defeating the Mighty Savage Claw Chief and tapping into his own bloodline potential, he has raised his Warlock level to level 2. Learned an additional ------ not, unlocked an additional 0-ring juggling spell: [Detect Magic]. And additionally awakened two special expertise named [Bloodline Expertise].
One allows one to have special magic pets, the other, grants additional knowable spells, which is a nice bonus to the warlock's barren number of known spells.
"So what exactly is a bloodline? Some kind of biological trait etched into the DNA and passed down from generation to generation?" Exhausted, Peinhus exited his meditative state and fell back to sleep. Deciding that tomorrow, he would ask his teacher a good question about this.
Chapter 30: Stumbling Crossbow
Time is like a white horse, in the blink of an eye, Pinehurst has spent four full days under the careful tutelage of the Drow elves. He had a general idea of spells and magic nets. The eight spells engraved in his DNA are also more comfortable to cast.
If the mage is to learn language, mathematics, English, politics, history, geography six courses at the same time the bitter senior party, then the warlock, is gifted art candidates. The most important thing is that you don't have to spend your days buried in the mountains of books and scrolls, frantically memorizing them by rote.
"Curonian? Are you back from herding?" Pinehurst, who had finished today's arcane lesson, arrived outside the snow house of the head of the marauders. On both sides of the main door, two spears were like candy canes, densely strung with the ugly heads of the goblins that were full of fear.
"What's the matter, you brat?" From inside the snow house, came the dull voice of Curonia.
"I've come to continue building things, I didn't think the head of the vicious marauders would still be the best carpenter in the clan." The pale centaur bent his two front hooves and quickly squeezed from the cold outdoors, into the warm interior of the snow house. Letting out a contented sigh. "This damn weather is getting colder every day ------ What month is it now?"
"Otherwise, who do you think those little buggers learned their arrow-making skills from?" Curonia proudly waved a sharp iron sword, sharpening rough wooden stakes into a straight, rounded, slender arrow shaft. "As for the month? What's that?"
Well, it seems that these nomads do not understand the Julian calendar of the Romans, ask Henneville, the Draconic elf who always talks about the words "citizens of the Empire" should understand.
"Nothing." Peinhus quickly switched the topic out. Pulling out what he had been working on slowly for the past few days, with the help of tools, materials, and things from the head of the Marauders: a cross-shaped light crossbow.
"Why did you spend three afternoons imitating a crossbow seized from a gnome?" After straightening a batch of arrow shafts, Curonia straightened his sturdy body draped in a black feather cloak and slowly walked over to the pale centaur's side. The eagle-like sharp amber pupils of his eyes emitted an incomparably curious light.
"I've tested this thing over the past few days, and it is indeed incredibly powerful, but the power required to wind the string is too exaggerated, and the rate of fire is slow as hell. Pull the bowstring, fill the arrow, aim at the target. Pull the trigger ------ have this time, the old man can shoot two or three feather arrows."
"Yeah, this early heavy crossbow does have some limitations. The Centaur ancestral composite longbow technology is even more advanced than the weapons of the 5th century AD." Pinehurst examined the small light crossbow he had made, trying to polish the arrow slots where the arrows were loaded, a little smoother. "However, our clan has two people who are not able to use a bow at all because of [special reasons]. I've been under your care for more than half a month, so I have to do something, otherwise I won't be able to live with my conscience."
"Ah, so that's it." Kulonia nodded with a sudden realization. Under the beak of the cold handsome face, revealing a "men understand" bad smile, calloused hands, but also flat in front of his chest, lifting upwards twice.
Pinehurst rolled his eyes speechlessly. He bet that this guy would never dare to do this obscene action in front of the Christina sisters.
"Well, the chief's terrifying monstrous strength is enough to pull this batch of captured heavy crossbows, these three days, I also for the petite and lovely bard, a good imitation of a light crossbow with less tension. And a few hundred corresponding crossbow arrows." The pale centaur looked at the finished product in his hands with satisfaction. He used sticky gum and strong iron nails to manually lengthen the length of the rhubarb crossbow, making it more suitable for the slender Christina to use.
At the front of the crossbow, an inverted triangular-shaped hollow pedal is fixed in the shape of a horse's hoof. When stringing the crossbow, the crossbowman only needs to gently step on the pedal with his front hoof to fix the whole crossbow, then bend down and pull the crossbow string with both hands to finish the stringing action faster and with less effort.
Then, the pale centaur took the specifications of the lookout mountain (aiming calipers) on the rhubarb crossbow and converted and translated them into the units of measurement used by the centaur. Combined with the impact points of his several experimental shots, he added a more accurate aiming system to his hand-built light crossbow, too.
One light and one heavy, two simple stumbling crossbows successfully manufactured!
"Cologna, seriously, you can call on your woodworking apprentices to build a scaled-down version of the light crossbows based on the model of this batch of heavy crossbows." Peinhus said seriously. "Think about it, the crossbow can store kinetic energy, usually carry a loaded light crossbow on your body, when you encounter unexpected situations, no need to bend the bow and arrow, pull it out and you can fire. This little time advantage is enough to turn the whole battle."
"Well, that makes sense." Curonia nodded her head in contemplation. "I'll take your opinion into consideration, so hurry up and give the two crossbows to the Bloodrage sisters. They both must be overjoyed."
"Okay, I'll go first." The pale centaur straightened his tall, robust, godly, handsome body from the workbench and slowly walked out of the marauder leader's snow house, running head-on into Christina, who was frolicking with a group of ponies.
"Wow! If it isn't Pinehurst who defeated the bear goblin chief!" A dozen childish ponies, seeing the pale figure of Pinehurst, immediately let out a silver bell sound of laughter, gleefully surrounded the pale man-horse, asking him to tell the process of his battle with the brute claw. Countless fleshy little faces, a pair of pairs of amber, hazel-based cute pupils, filled with adoration of the little stars.
These ponies are too young for adult horses, just wrapped around the upper body of the animal skin coat, but wrapped their entire body tightly, the end of the animal skin, even dragged on the ground.
"Hmm? Why are you with Curonia." Christina rubbed her tired eyes and regained her spirits. Even the genteel rouge blazing horse was tossed around by a bunch of bears at the end of the day.
"Ah, because I found that pile of cross-shaped longbows among the loot." Pinehurst, who was flanked by a group of ponies, cautiously walked in the direction of the Blood Fury Chief, afraid that he might accidentally touch these cute Masa and Lori. Sincerely pulled up the rouge blazing horse, the right hand that emitted amazing heat. Put his modified heavy crossbow, gently on top of her white palm.
"This is something we captured from the goblins, called a crossbow. Although the rate of fire is slower than a bow and arrow, it has a long range and is very powerful. I have also modified it specially according to your height." Pinehurst smiled and said. "When I first came, I didn't ask you why you didn't use a bow and arrow. ------ Seeing your face of aggrieved discontent, so, I made this for you on purpose."
"Wow, you purposely modified it for me?" Christina gripped the cross-shaped longbow in her hand incredulously. The blood-colored pupils, which were as magnificent and moving as rubies, flashed with an incomparably happy gaze. "How is this strange crossbow used?"
"Yeah, I've been under your care for so many days for nothing, and I've learned so much. So, I also want to do what I can for you." The pale centaur smiled and said. "See the front of the crossbow, I nailed up that hollow tripod, when winding, the front hooves on the inverted triangle-shaped wooden frame, hands pull the crossbow string upward hard, and then fill the groove with special crossbow arrows, and it will work."
"I'll try it!" Christina couldn't wait to step on top of the pedal of the stumbling crossbow and bend her own surplus soft waist. The pair of soft snowy peaks in front of her chest, also with the violent activities of the rouge horse gently swayed, looking at the Pinehurst a dazzling.
"Er ------ then what?" Chief Bloodrage easily hung the tough crossbow string on his teeth and excitedly inquired about the next step to take. "Say again how to use it."
"Then load the crossbow arrows inside the recesses on the arm." Peinhus drew a special crossbow arrow and placed it in Christina's hand. "See this lookout mountain for aiming? This is an auxiliary aiming system. Because the arrow's flight path is a parabola, the lookout hill marks the different distances and the aiming calipers that should be used. After aiming well, snap the hanging knife, the teeth hanging on the crossbow string will release, sending the crossbow arrows loaded in the notch, into the enemy's flesh and blood."
"So." Christina took Pinehurst's big, cold hand and circled left and right inside the snow-hut-lined camp, finally shaking off the chattering, rowdy ponies and arriving near the livestock pen. Aiming with gusto at the few fat pigs left inside, he snapped the hanging blade of his prostrate crossbow!
"Pfft!"
A sharp crossbow arrow, like lightning, tore through the cold and dark air around him and nailed a boar's head with precision, instantly piercing his fragile flesh and solid skull! The huge impact directly knocked the huge creature to the ground!
"Wonderful!" Looking at the livestock that fell with a sound eighty feet away, Christina looked at the strangely shaped crossbow and arrow in front of her incredulously, and cried tears of joy, even the voice that spoke, also turned a little choked. "You know, sister because of the short deformity. From a young age, the mother was deprived of the right to inherit the chieftainship. All the clan, all eagerly look at me, hoping that I will become an excellent heir. For this reason, I paid twice as much time and sweat than my peers, constantly honing this own combat skills! Especially the bow and arrow!"
"Slowly, two years have passed, and my bow and arrow skills are more skillful than all my peers! Even comparable to some adults! But ------ but, because of this damn physical reason, it became more and more difficult to use the bow and arrow! In the end, it was impossible to participate in the hunting activities of my compatriots! Watching them carry a head of elk, wolves, full of return, I want to die!"
The rouge blazing horse suddenly embraced Pinehurst's cold body, white jaws, gently ambling on top of each other's broad shoulders, sobbing louder and louder. "Thanks ------ thank you! I can finally get back the glory of the past!"
"Is archery hunting so important for centaurs?" Pinehurst felt the beautiful touch on his chest, inwardly silent spit at the same time, tenderly wrapped his arms around the incomparably soft and graceful body of the rouge horse, gently patting her back "Well, well, it's over, you can now hunt again, can not it? Come on, let's clean up this poor animal, it's almost dinner time too."