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Chapter Twenty Six: Nomad's Bar Mitzvah

About two hours later, hundreds of horse herders finally led thousands of steeds responsible for transportation, and they were long overdue. The herdsmen ransacked every corner of the camp with joy. The Barbarian Claw clan doesn't have much food, just a few hundred bags of wheat, some strange-looking bacon, and a small amount of wild vegetables and mushrooms.

However, there are many other messy things. A large number of polished sharp flint and straight wooden poles, these are taken back and modified, and it is estimated that 20,000 to 30,000 sharp arrows can be made. Not to mention the piles of beast fangs and exquisite bone carvings-these lifelike crafts are very popular in the south.

As for the common currency between the various nomadic clans on the grassland: animal skins. The Centaur seized more than 10,000 copies. Although most of them smelled like goblin feces, they should be able to be washed away.

"Go! Let's go home!" Some of the men and horses hauled heavy workhorses loaded with goods, and some used lassos and whips to drive the animals. They returned beamingly. Before leaving, they did not forget to dry the goblins on fire. Firewood was evenly spread inside the camp and sprinkled with some animal fats to burn the once prosperous Manclaw Camp.

"Things...said in advance, I will only teach you for a week." Looking at the half-man and half-horse around, the drow who broke free from the shackles, took off his wet linen clothes, covered with ropes. Yin's sexy body, curled up inside a huge bear skin, shivered. "I really have no extra time. I will spend six days teaching you how to inspire, control, and hide the terrifying power in your bloodline. On the last day, I will help you to get a demon pet. On the eighth day you must give me enough The dry food, put me back to the legion!"

"Okay, no problem. Let's go, sir." Painhurs held up Herniwell's slender body and kept up with the team that had returned.

"Hey, you must carry your dear teacher — you see, the muscles on your back are so perfect and graceful. The pale coat feels as smooth as silk and satin — for this, are you? No idea?"

"My horse is already carrying the goddess of luck, so I can't tolerate other women in it." Painhes, carrying the drow, lied casually. In fact, he just felt that his own dignified rider would be reduced to another's mount, which would be very embarrassing.

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Bloodfury Camp

The druids had healed all the wounded as quickly as possible, and accompanied their orphans at the graves of the dead, praying sadly to Skerrit. Others happily prepared a grand dinner. Pigs can only be used for animal husbandry, and they are of no value to the nomadic clans whose homes are all over the world. Therefore, all were slaughtered, bloodletted, peeled and cramped, cut into large pieces, placed on several grand bonfires, sprinkled with salt and slowly baked, more than 600 pigs, excluding those wheat, wild vegetables, cheese, Fruits and vegetables are enough for more than 1,200 celebrities to eat!

Some herders added fuel to the huge bonfires, and some took out bags of long-fermented milk wine and freshly squeezed goat's milk-a small number of tribes were out of luck, and it was their turn to stay vigil tonight and were not allowed to drink. . At this moment, I had no choice but to look at the drinking enthusiast with envy and hatred, and drank the fresh milk contained in the skull of the orc.

In the center of the bonfire, Christian led some young horses, gently plucking the long strings of the lute in his hands. Displaced, the horses and horses almost broke the inheritance of the bard, and the black-skinned mare is trying to breed The next generation of bards. With their childish fingers, while sweeping the strings, they slightly lifted their young and tender front legs. They used small but sturdy horses to lightly hit on the hard wooden boards. The bold grassland ensemble strikes a perfect beat.

Accompanied by the melodious and magnificent melody of the lute, some drunk people also sang softly to cater to the intoxicating rhythm. Slowly, more and more people joined the occasion to sing, the vast and magnificent grassland singing More vigorous. Loudly, in the end, the entire camp fell into a sea of ​​singing! ! !

Soon, the orphans and druids who had finished their prayers also joined this long-lost event, using the wine in the glass to soothe the pain in their hearts. A large number of supporters invited their comrades-in-arms, lovers, and danced around the grand bonfire. Christina, who was drunk, also stretched out her slender jade hand to Painhurs, the same drunk white man smiled, and danced with the chief with the most clumsy dance posture and the happiest smile to make the banquet happy. The atmosphere reached the culmination in the kind laughter!

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"Big, everyone listen to me!" After the song is over, after getting drunk, the white skin all over her body is once again sinking into the rouge-blooded, so beautiful Christina, holding the same swaying Penhes, Slowly walked to the campfire. "Painhurs! He defeated the chief of the Barbarian Claw clan alone! He captured the powerful Black Dragonborn alive!"

"Oh oh oh! Painhurs! Bear goblin killer! Fall of the Black Dragon!" The crowd in the audience, after a short silence, became more cheerful and noisy, one by one raised the skull wine bottles full of wine and goat milk , Racking his brains thinking about the nickname of the pale white horse. The repeat rate of the bear goblin killer is too high, and the fall of the black dragon is a bit exaggerated...

"Hey! Don't forget, when the chief recruited him into the clan, he was still two years and eleven months old! He is still under adulthood! Now! Our little white horse has defeated the chief of a clan, so everyone will borrow With this banquet, hold an adult ceremony for him!"

"Coming-of-age ceremony? How to hold it?" Painhurs rubbed his drunken black eyes. Under the influence of alcohol, the endless sex has already broken through the shackles of reason, occupying all of his brain.

"Cut off the opponent's skull and use it as a vessel to fill the blood from the heart of the bear goblin! After drinking it all, you are an adult soldier of the Bloodfury clan!" Christina laughed. "Drinking the enemy's blood will make the clan more prosperous!"

"Okay!" With Jiu Jin, the pale white horse that drank his head without hesitation drew out the long sword from his waist, and directly chopped off the head with the face of savage claws. A few drunk night watchmen enthusiastically jumped onto the stage, helped him cut off the bear goblin's scalp, skillfully waved the sharp blade in his hand, drew a circle along his brow bone, and easily removed the opponent's Skull.

"Huh—" Painhurs shook his drunken head, and washed away the sticky brains on his skull with fine wine. Wielding a short spear equipped with barbs, it accurately pierced the bear goblin's stopped beating heart, and the sharp barbs directly hooked the heart-shaped organ out of the chest of the wild claw!

The pale white horse squeezed fiercely with the strength of the wine, and the scarlet plasma was like a waterfall, instantly filling the white skull. The drunk man picked up the skull wine bottle without saying a word, and drank it all at once!

It's as if one's body has become a half-man and half-horse. The sensible and calm human soul seemed to merge with the wild and unruly beast soul of Sukhbana. Although it is the human soul that dominates, the animal nature hidden deep in the soul has changed Painhurs' mind to a certain extent.

"It's refreshing! I'll take care of you on the battlefield in the future!"

"Hahaha! Toast to the new fighters of the clan!"

"To our dead people! To our compatriots who fought side by side with us! To the new fighter who joined the clan: Pain Hess!!!"

"Pain Hess! Pain Hess! Pain Hess!!!"

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"What a bunch of cheerful monsters."

Next to the camp. Wielding a dagger and elegantly cutting a pork leg, Herniwell was also infected by the extremely cheerful emotions on the scene. The corners of her rosy mouth rose slightly, and she hummed a dark nursery rhyme from her hometown.

Chapter 27: The Palace of Arcane (Part 1)

Herniwell, wearing a moon-white robe, leaned on the back of an Andalusian war horse. The turbulent pitch-black breast peak, accompanied by the bumpy horseback, is like a pair of soft and cute ink-colored little rabbits, jumping wildly inside the loose robes.

Behind her was a small group of Roman scout cavalry. Behind, there are more than a hundred vicious goblin wolves!

The beautiful north bank of the Danube is not as quiet and peaceful as in the Roman Empire. Everywhere the wind blows, there is a terrifying murderous intent. The scout team of the Ulpius Legion, first fought bloody battles with a gang of orc scouts, fighting inextricably, and then met three huge ogres! The skin of one of the ogres was a rare light blue: it was an ogre sorcerer in particular? !

After the bloody battle, the spell slot of the sorcerer was almost empty with the cavalry's skin wrapped with javelins and arrows. Nowadays, with more than one hundred black and white giant wolves with blue eyes, they rushed into the encirclement net of Xiong Goblin's long-planned plan under the incomparably crazy chasing and driving away!

Accompanied by the crisp sound of a broken horse's hoof, Heniwell let out an exclamation, and fell to the ground with the horse and the man. The endless huge palms of beasts instantly submerged their dark and attractive curvaceous body.······

"what!!!"

"Have a nightmare?" Looking at the sweaty drow on the dark, smooth skin just awakened from his sleep, Painhurs lifted himself from the parchment scroll full of lingua franca. Handsome and elegant face. The sun has long hung low to the southeast of the dark sky. The Bloodfury clan has already started a day's work. The chief sent half of the predators responsible for hunting to guard the herd. Anyway, there are more than a thousand pigs in the clan, as well as the piles of goblin corpses-the latter's flesh and blood, which smells like shit, are basically used to feed the dogs.

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh only, it is just a few irrelevant past "Also, I know that the reputation of the drow is not very good, but I, Herniwell is an imperial citizen who keeps his promise. If you teach you magic, you can teach you magic. There is no need to hide a few druids in the corner of the house. Animal companion."

"You just admitted that the reputation of the drow is not so good outside. Yesterday you didn't have time to reply to the spell slot, and everyone was busy holding a dinner party, so I didn't care about you. But today is different." After discovering that his surveillance failed, a dark brown old druid also slowly got into the igloo.

His sturdy and powerful horseshoes are as burly and sturdy as the trunk of an oak tree. On the old neck, the skulls of three skinny goblins were strung with green vines. It looked like a tree bark, with a complete male deer fur on top of the wrinkled bald head. Two huge antlers, strong and sharp, looked terrifying.

"Well, if this makes you feel at ease." Under the eaves, the person had to bow his head. Heniwell, who couldn't figure out the strength of the centaur, had to show an elegant elf etiquette to the elderly druid.

"First of all, I want to make it clear that you must maintain a humble heart towards magic." The drow took the fresh goat's milk from Painhurs and took a sip. "Mages need to study magic in a cold window, study hard, and memorize the full text of the scroll verbatim. Behind every spell, there is sweat of conviction of hardship."

"However, warlocks are different. Although the number of magic that can be learned is much lower than that of mages. However, the method of using magic is directly imprinted in our blood and soul. There is no need to study or remember, as long as we master the know-how. Because casting spells is too easy, some warlocks who suddenly acquire magical abilities will often get lost in their own power. Do some ridiculous and sad things. I see too many such people."

Hernival drank the goat's milk from her skull. The few days she was captured by the bear goblin had tortured her. "Understand, adjust your mental state and never get lost in arcane magic." In power. By the way, when you meditate, what spells do you find yourself capable of?"

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"Zero-ring tricks include freezing rays, communication, wizard's hand, magic tricks," Painhurs had already memorized his spell list backwards. "One-ring spells are the first to touch the cold and defeat the enemy."

"This is the second shortcoming of the warlock. Although the number of spells cast per day is more than that of the wizard, they can only cast a fixed magic, and cannot choose the arcane spell they want to cast today, like a wizard." He shook his head regretfully. "What kind of blood are you? The Zero Ring trick doesn't even have [Detection Magic]."

"I don't know." Painhurs shrugged helplessly. "In fact, it wasn't until two weeks ago that I found out that I had an extra warlock career."

"Tsk." The drow drank the goat's milk in the skull wine bottle, and licked the sweet and delicious milky white liquid on his lips with endless meaning. "Well, I can copy a few very useful magic scrolls, as long as you memorize them firmly in your mind, when you raise the level of the sorcerer, these spells will be engraved in your soul the day after tomorrow."

"So, what's the price? The drow?" The old druid who watched by the side said casually. "Every time you copy the scroll, you will cause a certain amount of damage to your soul. I don't believe you will be so kind."

"I must return to the legion within fifteen days. However, I was captured alive by the bear goblin for five days. Now it will take seven days to teach you magic." Heniwell said without shy. "Now I am alone. To be on the safe side, I hope my dear apprentice can waste my precious three days and escort the teacher back to a safe place."

"Deal." In the battle over and over again, he was almost turned over by magic, and Peinhes, who desperately wanted power, nodded and agreed without hesitation.

"Very well, let me show you the basic method of using arcane spells first-the entire world is filled with a huge network of arcane and divine spells. It is like a huge nest dug by the Fermi ants in the ground, connecting the nests. The passages are intricate, extending in all directions, countless nodes, spaces, and densely layered. The basis of arcane magic is to sense the magic net and operate on it."

The drow's attractive red lips curled up in a beautiful arc. With elegant hands, gently lift a handful of clay from the teaching utensils. He sang softly in the noble and elegant spirit language, and the powerful spiritual power slowly twisted and extended into the depths of the magic net. The first floor, the second floor, the third floor...the fifth floor! ! !

"Why do you use an arcane spell that is at least four rings or more to demonstrate magic to a new surgeon?! Damn the drow!!!" The old druid who sensed something was wrong, straightened up his tall and majestic brown in anger. The body wants to stop the other party from continuing to weave magic, but Henieville is faster! She raised her right hand, and the old druid felt as if she was plunged into a dark water! The surroundings are so warm and familiar, so quiet and peaceful.

I, like a carefree fetus, tightly curled up inside the soft and comfortable womb of my mother, the terrifying winter, the dead people, the endless foreign enemies...all the distressing things, Are moving away from themselves...

Five Rings Magic: [Mentally Handicapped]!

"What did you do!" Painhurs said in horror. The old druid was lying on the ground like a mentally retarded, curled up comfortably into a ball shape with wrinkled lips. After two blows in satisfaction, he even dripped a lot of saliva and wet the wool carpet under him!

"Quiet, my lovely student." While regaining her spell position and power, Heniwell also regained her arrogance and self-confidence belonging to a high-level warlock. She closed her purple eyes intoxicated and continued to immerse herself in the magic. In the wonderful power of the net, whispered quietly.

"It seems that I am still softened. Christian has always insisted on cutting off your limbs and raising them in a cage, slowly torturing and asking the warlock how to use arcane magic! I now think she is right!! !" Looking at the other party who wanted to perform arcane magic again, a stern look flashed through Painhurs's dark eyes. The whole person was like a pale and terrifying storm, and slammed into the direction of the drow.

However, Painhurs had just run halfway, and the pattern in front of him suddenly twisted and flickered, as if someone had blinded his eyes. The narrow igloo, sheepskin carpet, and beautiful drow are instantly distorted and disappear into an endless horrible darkness!

"Calm down, calm down!" The pale white horse, who was deprived of his vision, quickly drew the bow and arrow behind it, listening carefully to the sounds around him. With a pair of jade feet, the drow slowly walked on the wool carpet, with flowing silver hair that was as long as a waterfall and reaching the ankles, swaying slightly along with the drow's light pace.

Painhurs accurately caught the slight friction sound of flesh and fur, and after estimating Herniwell's height, he loosened the flexible bowstring drawn into the full moon and let a deadly arrow shoot fiercely. Beneath her slender silver hair, a very glamorous dark face!

"Ahhhhhh, what a pity, I moved with my cat around my waist." The drow flexibly dodged the extremely precise and tricky feather arrow shooting of his students. The seductive lips once again whispered the horror curse familiar to the pale white horse. Painhurs looked for the sound to pull the compound longbow into a terrifying full moon again-but with his sight, his hearing was also ruthlessly deprived by the female warlock!

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Unable to see or hear, the pale white horse's reflex nerves instantly fell into the most sensitive state of alert in history. The two hearts were also beating up and down violently inside the chest cavity, which made his blood flow rate and his limb exercise ability several times more active than usual! A horrible energy that had been silent for many years, also at this moment of life and death, slowly wriggled his terrifying body.

"You look more like a lowly warrior than a noble warlock, my lovely apprentice." After losing two consecutive second-ring magic [Blindness] and [Deafness], the drow looked at each other The alert posture with bows and arrows and hair exploded, laughed contemptuously, and ridiculed the fact that the other party could not hear any sound.

"It's a pity, your handsome face matches my appetite with a sturdy human body. It's this beast-like lower body...Ah, I really can't agree with it." Herniwell shook regretfully. He shook his head, pulled out a candle from the teaching materials, and continued to chant the obscure mysterious mantra.

Soon, in the main material world, the female warlock tore open a horrible door to purgatory. Numerous sticky, bloated brown mud, like a flood of a bursting embankment, gushed crazily from the portal, squirming and churning bubbles continuously The dirty muddy water quickly formed a hideous head that would only appear in the most terrifying nightmare of children! With two huge arms dripping with mud in the big beach!

Herniwell, unexpectedly summoned a terrifying evil spirit from Purgatory!

Chapter 28: The Palace of Arcane (Part 2)

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!"

The evil demon without IQ suddenly surrendered to Herniwell's feet. Numerous dirty mud spots, accompanied by its terrifying roar, splashed around, messing up the interior of the igloo.

The whole devil, like a muddy and viscous flood, swept across the direction where Painhurs was. Two huge arms quickly clamped the hands of the pale white horse, and the unclean body made of mud tightly wrapped the head of the pale white horse, trying to make the enemy die slowly in suffocation.

"This touch... some kind of mud monster?" Painhurs, who was deprived of sight and hearing, still maintained an unyielding fighting spirit. With a strange force, he tore open the arms of the evil demon's soft and sticky mud alive, trying to get rid of the opponent's grapple.

"Hey, this power, are you really a warlock?" The drow raised his eyebrows in surprise and touched the magic net again. The dark slender fingers raised, a dark gray ray gleaming with evil light, accurately piercing the huge body of the pale white horse.

The latter, I just felt that I had just finished a marathon, and my body was sore and weak, and his arms were as heavy as lead filled, and he was no longer able to resist the mud monster in front of him!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!"

The evil demon who regained the advantage in this tug-of-war issued a triumphant roar. Numerous sticky and dirty mud spots poured out of his roaring huge mouth, splashing everywhere. With his arms dripping with viscous mud, he squeezed the opponent's struggling wrists tightly, and the viscous mud squirming in Datan tightly wrapped the head of the horse.

"Oops! No, I can't breathe--" It didn't take long for Painhurs's lungs to use up the remaining air in his violent struggle. I don't know if it was due to the lack of oxygen in the brain, his blind eyes. In the endless darkness, I saw a beautiful phantom.

I saw that countless beautiful and dazzling stars flashed one after another within my dark retina, and the densely packed stars quickly occupied my entire field of vision. Countless thin lines emitting light fluorescence seem to follow a certain peculiar law, connecting tiny stars, and countless dots and lines are gradually piled up and squeezed together to form a magnificent and magnificent star. Figure.

The vast and endless star map in front of you can't see the end at a glance. But relying on countless silk threads that emit a faint fluorescent light, they connect and divide themselves into countless levels. Painhurs, who was shocked by the beautiful scenery in front of him, subconsciously counted, one, two, three, four... Cut, his eyes could only see the ninth layer of the star map. The shining stars behind seemed to melt into the deep and gloomy void, and the mortal thing could not witness the magnificent scenery behind the nine-layer star map.

Looking at the magnificent starry illusion in front of him, Painhurs subconsciously stretched out his hands-right, aren't his hands wrapped in mud? So now this is your own spiritual power?

Just like the bison has just been born, it can learn to run. Like a fish breaking out of its egg, it can breathe in the water. The pale white horse lightly touched the first-layer star map, and waved his hands almost instinctively on the surface of a shining star, above the incomparably complicated space!

"hiss--"

The pool of stagnant water that was silent in the depths of my soul now finally boils like a boiling lake! Hundreds of hot and scorching torrents of terror rushed through his six limbs and hundreds of skeletons, a smear of terrifying blue smoke, just like countless hideous and terrifying dark blue pythons. Wrapped tightly on his right hand, exuding a breathtaking chill of horror!

"Roar!!!"

The evil demon screamed in horror. The ghostly blue, which is almost dark night, is depriving this mud of life of vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye. The devil hurriedly released his left hand, trying to stay away from the terrifying negative energy as far as possible. However, his right hand was held tightly by the pale white horse, unable to move!

Looking at his students, they finally broke out in desperation, and even displayed a ring of arcane magic [Cold Touch]. Genieval was also pleased to eliminate all the negative spells imposed on Painhurs.

"What an ugly monster! Aren't you crazy just now! You screamed at me with mud spots! How do you want to run now?" Painhes, who regained his vision, waved his huge right fist entwined with negative energy, as if Raindrops fell on the cheeks of the evil demon! The horrible mud face that looked like a nightmare was even more distorted and deformed!

A large number of dirty sticky mud spots, accompanied by every boxing of the pale white horse, splashed into every corner of the igloo. The terrifying blue smoke, along with every touch between the two sides, continues to deprive the poor demon of the poor life that is left!

"One second has passed, two seconds have passed, three seconds have passed! Four seconds! Five seconds! Six seconds! I can still maintain the terrible power of the cold touch! Continue to take away your dirty and poor stupid life What a refreshing feeling! This body is really suitable for arcane power!"

Painhurs was intoxicated in the seemingly endless power of arcane. Forgot to laugh arrogantly! The handsome and elegant face is now looking like a wicked ghost!

"Eight seconds have passed! Even though I awakened the profession of Warlock two weeks ago, I have never experienced such a high level of pleasure!!! Arcane is so powerful, I am really too high!!!"

"Roar--"

If he couldn't beat it, he couldn't escape, the poor mud evil demon let out a desperate roar, fortunately before he died. Repatriated by the drow back to the nine prisons of Barto. The last fatal punch of the white horse hit the muddy sheepskin carpet.

"Slap, slap, slap."

"Welcome to the hall of arcane arts! My dear student, I just apologize just now. Only when the warlock is most desperate, can he dig into the blood veins as much as possible, the precious gift from the ancestors." Henival patted the palms of both hands gently. On the coquettish face, an extremely pleased smile bloomed.

"Remember what you felt just now! That kind of innate life instinct is your knack for mastering all arcane arts!"

"Thank you teacher." The pale white horse gently dissipated the negative energy entangled in his right hand. Looking at his own hands intoxicated, the power of arcane magic is so powerful and terrifying!

"Oh!"

"One more thing." After praising the student's talent, the drow gently walked in front of Painhes, leaped forward, and slammed his slender black palm against the white horse's head.

"What do you remember when my old lady taught you arcane magic? Huh? Keep a humble heart towards magic! Humility! Awe!! The arcane magic is just one ring at a time, just look at it. What have you become like crazy?! Huh? Is it too high? After you touch the ninth magic net. Do you dare to demolish Constantinople directly??"

"Um. Sorry, I was wrong." Painhurs returned to his former elegant appearance. Rubbing the top of his head hurt by the teacher's hammer, he said embarrassedly. "I will pay attention next time."

Chapter Twenty Nine: Jadeite

Just like the human beings who get rich overnight, they often spend time and wine, shopping lavishly, and can't wait to enjoy all the splendor and wealth in the world in a short period of time. Warlocks who suddenly learn arcane magic will fall into a kind of fanaticism like those nouveau riche, unable to extricate themselves. Fortunately, the drow quickly woke Penhs up with his eyesight and hands.

"I can't hold you back, sir. If you don't restrict your actions, I can't push Painhurs to a desperate situation, and he can't awaken the blood, can I?" On the side, Herniwell lifted the force The old druid bowed and apologized for the mentally retarded effect on him.

When the drow bends down and lowers his head, the two bays' bright and moving purple eyes are like a lake, but they are facing the students on their side. Winking vigorously, motioned him to come forward quickly and help persuade him to say a few words.

"Yes, yeah, Lord Druid." The white horse shrugged. He hadn't recognized the more than 1,200 people in the clan, and he hadn't been able to integrate into the lonely small circle of Druids. At this moment, I had to replace my name with occupation, and said with a smile. "You see, this drow is not malicious. She has enough time to turn us into corpses or hostages. However, Henriway did her best to bring me into the arcane hall in the end."

"Huh! I forgive you for the fact that the clan has an extra warlock. But let's not take it as an example!" The old druid with a pale face hummed two warm mists heavily with his nose, which was filled with stickiness. In the sludge igloo's interior, the angry expression was surging towards shock at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Skerrit is here, what kind of magic did you use to turn the chief's igloo into a dirty pigsty!"

"Uh-summoned a wicked demon covered in brown mud, what's the matter?" the drow asked cautiously.

"Oh my God! Proof of the history of the Bloodfury Clan!!!" The Druid did not answer her question, but rushed to the wall near the wall—on the wall of the Chief's igloo. A bear goblin, the hideous skull with its skull cut off, the torn skulls covered with mud, were used as trophies, inlaid and surrounded the wall for a full circle.

"You are blasphemy! These twenty-two heads are all clan chiefs who dominate one side! They are powerful! Cunning! In the end, they fell at the feet of our bloodanger clan! The skulls were made into wine bottles, and their heads were turned into sculptures! Show the power of our clan! Oh my God! How dare you..."

Before the old Druid's words were finished, a substantive anger instantly filled the entire dirty snow house! The extremely strong killing intent of anger almost turned the nearby air into a blushing face of blood.

The endless cold sweat wet the clothes of the three people in an instant. They seem to be small vegetarian animals targeted by some kind of prehistoric behemoth. Frightened and turned her head back—Christina, wearing Chimera leather armor, stood at the door of the snow house with an angry face, her red eyes, which were as magnificent as rubies, contained boundless anger, and she looked at herself carefully. Dirty houses reduced to pigsty.

"Who can explain to this chief, what happened just now??"

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Camp creek

"I'm so stupid, really." Herniwell was carrying a basin of cold and biting water, and pitifully cleaning the muddy wool carpet. "I only remember that the evil demon is made of mud, but forgot that when it attacks, it will make the surrounding muddy and messy."

"So you can't summon things like pythons? How many methods can achieve the suffocation effect. You just choose a bad demon whose whole body is made of mud?! It hurts me to be extremely cold in winter. Take a shower outside, and wash the ugly and broken skulls of these orcs in a while!"

Painhurs wiped the dirt spots on his body vigorously, shivering from the cold and his teeth rattling. In the face of cleanliness and warmth, the pale white horse gritted his teeth and finally chose the former.

After wiping the upper body, the pale white horse knelt down in the lower reaches of the river, twisted the extremely flexible waist for most of a circle behind him, and carefully rubbed the muddy dirt on the horse's back and forelegs.

The silver ponytail, like a slender, fluffy soft bath towel, continuously swept over the parts of the body that Painhurs could not reach, sweeping the dirt on it.

Fortunately, I was only dying from the cold upper body. The horse's lower body was covered with a thick layer of pale fluff, which resisted a lot of terrifying low temperature for myself. This has also formed the habit of wearing only the top and almost naked on the lower part of the body.

"No way, no! It's too cold! This cold stream reminds me of the hell of the bear goblin dungeon!!! The second lesson! We use [Magic Trick] to clean these things!" The drow rubbed the frozen redness. Hands. The seductive vermilion lips spit out a warm and moist white mist into the palm.

"Magic trick?" Painhurs recalled the effect of this magic. "I remember that this spell can create small things, and it can also stain, dirty, or clean a certain area."

"Yes, yes, that's it. Anyway, you also have it in the spell list, so it's a daily practice." Herniwell stretched out a slender, dark finger and gently tapped it on a piece of dirty sheepskin—nearly. One-third of the dried mud spots stuck to the wool, like thin snow under the scorching hot sun, were melted and evaporated in an instant.

"Tsk. The cleaning area is too small." The drow frowned when he found that he had only cleaned a piece of dirty sheepskin. The smooth and elegant wrist suddenly wrapped in a dense circle, full of arcane auras of spells. Every character on the halo burned and shone with light blue elegant brilliance.

Super magic spell casting, spell expansion, magic tricks!

Before long, the two of them ran out of the corresponding spell slots and cleaned the eight snow-white sheep furs.

However, the floor of the chief's igloo is covered with forty warm and soft sheep fur!

"I'm done over there, come here to help you clean them together." Just when the two of them fell into despair, Christina took the hideous skull that had been stripped of Barbarian Claws, and gently walked to the two of them, slowly bending down four. The elegant and slender rouge horseshoe, kneeling on the cold snow.

"Aren't you angry? Honorable Chieftain?" The drow moved two steps away fearfully. Her angry killing intent, which was comparable to that of the ferocious behemoth, really frightened Herniwell.

"Angry! You actually messed up my house so much!" Rouge Lima gave Herniwell a vicious look. "Painhurs is a wild boy who doesn't know anything. I see your graceful jade hands, they don't look like they can do things. It's up to you two, the chief's animal skin carpet. It's estimated to be tomorrow. I can't finish it!"

Seeing the drow scratching her head awkwardly, Christina rolled her face, unloaded a swollen animal skin package from her back, and threw it to Painhurs.

"This is the trophies that were scouted from Barbarian Claws, and they are all rewards you deserve."

"Huh?" The pale white horse accurately caught the flying animal skin package and looked inside curiously.

Three pieces of crystal clear mica, six pieces of gel covering eyelashes, a lot of candles made of animal fats, and countless dark lacquered soft clay...Huge piles of casting materials, all in a mess . However, the most eye-catching thing in it is an elliptical emerald green jade the size of a finger belly.

Its shape is so immaculate, its color is so dazzling. A dark green face that was deeper and darker than emeralds, turned into a phantom phantom inside the gem-it was a tall soldier in heavy scale armor, waving a piece longer than his body with both hands... ···Two-handed warhammer?

The hammer head looks very small, and in this abstract painting, it is reduced to a ball on the top of a long stick.

"What is this?" Painhurs asked curiously.

"I don't know, it should be some kind of magical item that has exhausted its energy. Even my sister can't tell what this jade is." Christina grabbed a piece of dirty sheepskin and rubbed the mud on it vigorously. "Drow, do you know what this is?"

"My zero ring spell slot, in order to clean your precious sheepskin, completely used up." Henieville shrugged innocently. "I'll talk about it tomorrow. I still have a little impression of this stuff, but I can't remember it for a while."

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The three of them worked all morning, and finally finished cleaning forty sheepskins, and twenty-two, no, after adding wild claws, a total of twenty-three broken skulls. Some free men and horses helped the chief kindly clean up the igloo. Finally restored the room to a clean and tidy appearance.

In the afternoon, Painhus, who had an empty spell slot, taught some Pony Parthian archery, learned the wood language for a while, and visited the trophies brought back from the battlefield by the tribe: hundreds of animal skins. , Thousands of flints, exaggerated heavy crossbows, and a hundred huskies who keep sticking out their tongues and acting like a baby to the herdsmen? !

It seems that the defeat of the goblin is not that difficult to understand.

At night, Painhurs knelt on the renewed sheepskin rug, holding the magic scroll Heniwell had written in the afternoon, carefully studying and recitation, trying to remember every word on it. In my own mind.

Darkness may be able to obscure the vision of human beings, but it is meaningless to people and horses. Even in the extremely dark cave, they could see tiny ants within sixty feet, slowly moving on the ground.

Finally, after a tiring day, Painhurs dropped the scroll in his hand and entered deep meditation again. Ok? Upgraded?

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Name: Painhurs Level: Level 8 (Level 6 Monster Level 2 Warlock)

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Centaur: extra 8 strength, 4 agility, 4 physique, 2 perception -2 intelligence (human soul does not reduce intelligence)

Strength: (6)

Agility: 20 (5)

Physique: 16 (3)

Intelligence: 12 (1)

Perception: 10 (0)

Charm: 16 (3)

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Health: 54 (4D8 2D4 18)

Defense level: 17 (10 3 natural 5 agility adjustment value -1 large size), contact 14, flat-footed 15

First attack adjustment: 5 (5 agility adjustment value)

Basic attack bonus: 5.

Horseshoe 5 attack, damage 1D6 6.

Long sword 10 attacks (5 basic attacks, 6 strength adjustments-1 size), damage 2D6 6, heavy hits 19-20/*2.

The compound longbow has 9 attacks (5 basic attacks, 5 agility adjustments-1 size), damages 2D6, 6 heavy blows*3, and has a range of 165 feet.

Grappling 15 (5 basic attacks 4 general size 6 power adjustments)

Speed: 65 feet

Racial Traits: Darkvision 60 feet.

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Fortitude Save 4 (3 Constitution modifier 0 Warlock 1 Centaur)

Reflex save 9 (5 agility modifier 0 warlock 4 man horse)

Will save 7 (0 Wisdom modifier 3 Warlock 4 Centaur)

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[Good at simple weapons] [good at military weapons] [short range shooting] [long range shooting] [precision shooting] [mobile shooting] [charge] [flying]

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[Shenjun White Horse]: When making judgments about charm skills with horse-type intelligent creatures, additional strength adjustment values ​​are added.

[Bloodline Specialty·Planar Familiar]: When you are ready and capable of acquiring a new Familiar, you can choose a non-standard Familiar.

[Bloodline Specialty·Elementary Domination]: When the caster has enough level, without occupying the knowable spell slot, you can acquire additional monster summoning skills of 1~9 levels. (Has learned [Level 1 Monster Summoning])

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Ring 0 DC: 13. Frozen ray, communication, hand of the wizard, magic trick, detection magic (can be used 6 times a day)

1 ring DC: 14. Touch of Cold, Conquer the Enemy, Summoning Level 1 Monsters (Can be used 5 times a day)

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It seems that after defeating the powerful Barbarian Claw Chief and tapping out his bloodline potential, the Warlock's level has been raised to level 2. Additional learning...No, an additional 0-ring trick is unlocked: [Detect Magic]. And awakened two additional special specialties named [Bloodline Specialty].

One allows you to have special familiars, and the other is given additional knowable spells, which is a good bonus to the number of known spells that the sorcerer is barren.

"So what exactly is the bloodline? Is it a certain biological characteristic that is engraved in the DNA and passed down from generation to generation?" The exhausted Painhes exited the meditation state and fell asleep. Decided to ask the teacher this question tomorrow.

Chapter Thirty: The Crossbow

Time was like a white horse, and in a blink of an eye, Painhurs spent four full days under the careful guidance of the drow. Have a general idea of ​​spells and magic nets. It is also more handy when casting the eight spells engraved in his DNA.

If the orator is to learn the six courses of language, mathematics, English, politics, history, and geography at the same time, then the warlock is a talented art candidate. Don't need to be buried in that mountain of books all day long, crazy rote memorization.

"Curonia? Have you come back from grazing?" Painhes, who had finished the arcane course of the day, came to the outside of the igloo of the predator. On both sides of the gate, two spears are like candied haws, densely clustered with the ugly heads of goblins full of fear.

"What's the matter, you kid?" Kuronia's dull voice came from inside the igloo.

"I'm here to continue building things. I didn't expect the vicious leader of the predators to be the best carpenter in the clan." The white horse bent down its two front hooves and quickly squeezed from the cold outside into the warm igloo. There was a sigh of satisfaction. "The weather is getting colder every day... what month is it now?"

"Otherwise, who do you think those little bunnies' arrow-making techniques were learned from?" Kuronia proudly wielded a sharp iron sword, and cut the rough wooden stakes into straight, round and slender ones. shaft. "As for the month? What is that?"

Well, it seems that these nomads don't understand the Julian calendar of the Romans, so they turned around and asked Herniwell. The drow who used the word "citizen of the empire" all day should understand.

"Nothing." Painhurs quickly switched the subject. Take out yourself these few days, with the help of the predator leader's tools, materials, and something that is slowly being made: a cross-shaped light crossbow.

"Why did you spend three afternoons, imitating a crossbow that was captured from a goblin?" Kuronia straightened up his burly body in a black feather cloak after straightening a batch of arrow shafts. Slowly walked to the side of the pale white horse. The sharp amber eyes like an eagle exudes extremely curious light.

"I have tried this thing these days. It is indeed amazingly powerful. However, the power requirements for winding are too exaggerated, and the shooting rate is too slow. Pull the bowstring, fill the arrow, and aim at the target. Pull the trigger... ····With this time, I can shoot two or three feather arrows."

"Yes, this kind of early heavy crossbow does have certain limitations. The composite longbow technology passed down by the centuries-old ancestors is more advanced than a weapon of the 5th century." Painhurs looked at the small light crossbow he made. , Trying to polish the arrow slot of the crossbow arrow a bit smoother. "However, there are two people in our clan who can't use bows and arrows at all because of [special reasons]. I have been cared for by you for more than half a month, so I have to do something, otherwise my conscience can't get through."

"Ah, that's how it is." Kuronia nodded suddenly. Leng Jun's face under the bird's beak showed a smirk that "men all know", his callused hands, and pinned it on his chest, he lifted it upwards twice.

Painhurs rolled his eyes silently. He bet that this guy would never dare to do such a wretched move in front of Sister Christina.

"Well, the terrifying power of the chief is enough to pull the heavy crossbows that have been captured. In the past three days, I have also imitated a light crossbow with a smaller pull for the petite and lovely bard. And several hundred. Corresponding crossbow arrows." The pale white horse looked at the finished product in his hand with satisfaction. He used viscous gum and strong nails to manually lengthen the length of the rhubarb crossbow, making it more suitable for the slender Christina.

At the front end of the heavy crossbow, an inverted triangle-shaped hollow pedal is built and fixed in accordance with the shape of a horseshoe. When winding the crossbow, the crossbowman only needs to gently step on the pedal with the front hoof to fix the entire crossbow, then bend down and pull the crossbow string with both hands to complete the winding action faster and with less effort.

Then, the pale white horse converted and translated the specifications of the Rhubarb Crossbow on Wangshan (aiming caliper) into the unit of measurement used by the horses. Combining the impact points of several experimental shots by myself, the light crossbow I personally built, also added a more accurate aiming system.

One light and one heavy, two simple crossbows made successfully!

"Couronia, to be honest, you can number your carpentry apprentices and build a batch of smaller light crossbows based on the models of this batch of heavy crossbows." Payinhurs said seriously. "If you think about it, the crossbow can store kinetic energy. Usually, you carry a light crossbow that is fully loaded on your body. In case of emergencies, you can launch it without bending the bow and the arrow. This is a little time advantage. , Enough to reverse the whole battle."

"Well, it makes sense." Kuronia nodded in thought. "I'll consider your opinion, hurry up and give the two crossbows to Sister Bloodanger. They must be happy."

"Okay, I'll go now." The white horse straightened up his tall and sturdy body from the workbench, slowly walked out of the snow house of the predator leader, and ran into Christina, who was playing with a group of ponies. .

"Wow! Isn't this the Painhus who defeated the Bear Goblin Chief?!" The dozen or so young ponies who saw Painhus's pale figure suddenly let out a silver bell of laughter. Yin, happily surrounded the pale white horses and asked him to tell the story of his battle with Manclaw. On countless small fleshy faces, there are a pair of cute amber and hazel pupils, full of little stars of worship.

These little horses are too immature in size. For adult horses, they can only wrap their upper body with animal skin coats, but they wrap them up and down tightly, the ends of the animal skins, and even drag them to the ground.

"Huh? Why are you with Curonia." Christina rubbed her tired eyes and regained her spirit. Even the energetic rouge horse, after finishing a day's work, was tossed by a bunch of bear kids.

"Ah, because I found those cross-shaped longbows in the trophies." Painhes, who was surrounded by a group of ponies, cautiously walked in the direction of the Bloodwrath Chief, for fear of accidentally hurting them. Lovely Zhengma, Loli. Sincerely pulled up the rouge horse, the right hand exuding amazing heat. Lightly placed the heavy crossbow after her transformation on her white palm.

"This is something we seized from the goblin. It is called a crossbow. Although the rate of fire is slower than that of bows and arrows, it has a longer range and greater power. I modified it according to your height." Payinhurs said with a smile. To. "When I first came, I didn't ask you why you don't use bows and arrows... Seeing your grievances and dissatisfaction, so I made this specially for you."

"Wow, you made it specially for me?" Christina clenched the cross-shaped longbow in disbelief. The blood-colored pupils, which were as magnificent as rubies, flashed with extremely happy eyes. "How is this weird crossbow used?"

"Yeah, I have been taking care of you for so many days for nothing, and I have learned so much knowledge. Therefore, I also want to do something for you as much as I can." The white white horse said with a smile. "Seeing the front of the crossbow, is the hollow tripod I nailed on? When winding, the front hoof stepped on the inverted triangle-shaped wooden frame, and the crossbow string was pulled upward with both hands, and then the groove was filled with characteristics. The crossbow arrows can be used."

"I'll try!" Christina couldn't wait to step on the kicking pedal and bend down her soft waist. The pair of turbulent soft snow peaks in front of his chest also swayed gently with the vigorous activity of the rouge horse, and Painhes was dazzled when he watched.

"Eh... and then?" The Bloodfury Chief easily hung the tough crossbow string on his teeth, and excitedly asked how to do the next step. "Tell me how to use it again."

"Then load the crossbow bolt into the groove on the crossbow arm." Painhurs drew a special crossbow bolt and placed it in Christina's palm. "Have you seen this sighting mountain? This is an auxiliary sighting system. Because the arrow's flight trajectory is a parabola, the sighting mountain is marked with different distances and the aiming calipers that should be used. After aiming, pull the hanging knife , The teeth hanging on the crossbow string will loosen, and the crossbow bolt filled in the groove will be sent into the flesh and blood of the enemy."

"That's it." Christina took Painhurs's cold big hand and walked around inside the igloo-lined camp, and finally shook off the group of chirping and furious little ponies, and came near the stables. . Interestingly, he aimed at the few fat pigs left in it, and drew the arrogant hanging knife!

"Puff!"

A sharp crossbow arrow, like lightning, tore through the surrounding cold and dark air, nailed precisely to the head of a boar, and instantly pierced his fragile flesh and blood and strong skull! The huge impact directly knocked that behemoth to the ground!

"Awesome!" Looking at the livestock that fell down eighty feet away, Christina looked at the weird crossbow and arrows in disbelief, weeping with joy, and even the voice of her words became a little choked. "Did you know that my sister was short and deformed. She was deprived of the chief's inheritance rights by her mother since she was a child. All the people of the tribe looked at me eagerly, hoping that I would become a good heir. For this, I paid more than my peers? With time and sweat, I keep honing my fighting skills! Especially bows and arrows!"

"Slowly, two years later, my bow and arrow skills are better than all my peers! I can even compare with some adults! But...but, because of this damn physical reason, I get better with bow and arrow. Difficulty! In the end, I couldn't participate in the hunting activities of my compatriots! When I watched them carry a head of elk, a wolf, and return with a full load, I have the heart to die!"

The rouge horse suddenly hugged Painhurs' cold body, his white chin, and gently leaned on the other's broad shoulders, sobbing louder and louder. "Thanks...Thank you! I can finally find the glory of the past!"

"Is archery hunting so important for centuries?" Painhes felt the beautiful touch on his chest. While silently complaining in his heart, he gently hugged the incomparably soft curvaceous body of the rouge horse and patted it gently. Her back "Okay, okay, it's all over, now you can hunt again, can't you? Come on, let's clean up this poor livestock, it's almost time for dinner."