Mage Joan

"The knife borrowed from me." Kandy shook his hatchet and turned to walk toward a tree. He swept the branch off with a knife and cut it into sticks skillfully.

Joan saw that she was working on a weapon, but he didn't think how useful a wooden stick with a thick thumb would be when facing a beast.

"Fine!" Conti cut the slender wooden stick as smooth as possible, nodded with satisfaction, and returned the hatchet to Joan.

"Do you really plan to use this thin wooden stick against the beast?" Joan couldn't help asking.

Conti sensed the concerns in his eyes and smiled calmly. He held the stick in his right hand and made a string of gestures in his left hand. At the same time, a string of mysterious and melodious mantras flowed out of the girl's lips.

Joan stared at Kandy, realizing she was casting a spell. The girl uses elven language, but the chanting mantra is very different from the arcane mantra he knows, and it sounds more like singing. Joan listened carefully and tried to translate Kandy's chants into the human lingua franca, and soon realized that this was actually a simple and beautifully phrased prayer praising the power of nature. It was not until this time that Joan realized that Kandy was not performing arcane spells, but was communicating with the origin of nature, using himself as a medium to introduce the divine power of nature into the wooden stick in her hands.

The wooden stick is filled with natural power, and the wooden texture glows with a light green light. Joan can feel that this rough and slender wooden stick has been transformed into a powerful magic weapon with two powerful steps.

Kandy ended the cast and turned to swing a stick at a rock on the side of the road. Along with the breaking wind, the wooden rod hit the stone hard, and with a bang, the stone more than two feet high was interrupted by the waist and the gravel splashed.

Joanne couldn't help but inhale when she saw the scene. The wooden stick that was cut by the branch in Kandy’s hands has undergone a reborn evolution under the blessing of divine power. From the point that Kandy just smashed the rock with a wave of hand, the power of this wooden stick is no less than that of a steel forged warhammer, and Conte's own strength is probably not much worse than that of the muscular dwarf blacksmith in Delin Town.

Kandy picked up the stick and smiled at Joan: "Let's hurry up, the magic of'acorn club' will not last long."

"Octopus?"

"A simple natural magic, all druids will perform." Kandy answered casually.

Joan has heard of Druids, these hermits who worship the depersonalized natural origin-not the personality god-are good at using natural magical techniques and are highly respected by the indigenous tribes, but he never thought of Kandy as a self The little girl of similar age turned out to be a druid, and it seemed that the rank was not low, which was really unbelievable. Although he became more and more curious about Kandy's life history, he restrained the urge to inquire, followed Kandy's advice, and quickly walked into the depths of the woods.

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Fourteen years ago, old Guillaume Theil ended his adventure and returned to his hometown of Delin to settle down. Many apple trees were planted on the barren hills near the former residence. Oak trees and cypresses were mixed between the fruit trees. Now that these trees are all grown, due to the inconvenience of legs and feet, the old man of Tyre rarely takes care of the woods in person.

Among all the trees in the forest, the most important thing for Joan is a rare black oak tree. The "black wood" produced is hard as steel, but very light and very valuable. Because the texture of black wood is much lighter than other wood, the entire tree can only produce 150 pounds of wood. Mr. Jason Dingdall, the mayor of Delin, runs a wood processing plant. He once intended to buy this black oak tree for 1,000 gold Durga, but neither Old Man Tyre nor Joan would be willing to sell the best tree in his own forest. .

The forest is silent and full of snow. In this cold season, the herds have already migrated to the warmer woodlands in the south, and the black bears have also hid into the deep burrows to hibernate. Joan led Kandy and Jamie to search for prey in the snow-covered woods. He didn't expect to catch any big animals. He was very satisfied that he could catch one or two grouses or snow rabbits.

Good luck today, Jamie soon found a string of shallow traces on the snow, and roared excitedly, urging the owner to come and see.

Joan and Kandy catch up to observe the footprints on the snow, both guessing that it is the footprints left by the hare. In this season, the hare has already put on a white fur, walking through the snow-covered bushes. It has a very concealed nature. It is difficult for ordinary people to find their traces even with good eyesight. Fortunately, Jamie not only has excellent eyesight, but also has a very sensitive sense of smell. The nose tip is attached to the snow, sniffing along the trail left by the hare, and quickly find the cave where the rabbit hides.

"Jamie, push it out!" Joan whispered to the hound, and there was a hint of excitement in his voice.

Jamie huddled towards the hole and confirmed that he couldn't directly drill into the small rabbit hole with his size, so he burst into a cold breath.

The supernatural breath of the half-breed winter wolf is like a cold wind penetrating into the depths of the warm cave. All the rabbits hidden in it feel the threat implied in the cold, and fled instinctively after being frightened.

The rabbit hole hidden deep in the snow is far more complicated than Joan and Jamie expected. The cave they found was just one of more than a dozen exits. A group of frightened rabbits came out from other more hidden caves The snow ran wildly, and it looked like many snowballs were rolling, making Joan's eyes bloom, and he didn't know which one to catch.

Jamie reacted faster, swooping up and holding a hare closest to him, biting off his neck and throwing it aside, staring green eyes and looking around, looking for the next prey.

Kandy saw the hare running around the ground, and occasionally ran past his feet. He simply put the wooden stick on the snow, freed his hands to make a spell gesture, and chanted the magical prayers that praised the origin of nature.

At the moment of completing the casting process, the yellow bushes rooted in the snow at Kandy's feet seemed to be injected into life, all came alive, quickly stretched the branches, climbed and twisted against the ground, and entangled the hares that fled on the snow. , Tightly bound.

"Okay, now they can't run away!" Kandy finished casting the spell, wiping sweat with a smile.

Joan carefully avoided the green snake-like vines at his feet and told Conte after the inventory that he had caught a total of 9 hares, which was an unprecedented bumper harvest!

"We don't have to grab all these pitiful little things, let go of those female rabbits and little rabbits, and just grab a few of the fattest male rabbits." Conti looked at Joan's eyes to discuss The tone said: "If all the hares were caught today, there would be no such prey in the future."

Joan knew that Kandy said this not only out of pity, but also in practicing the principles of the Druid Society to maintain natural balance, so he nodded silently, took Jamie close to the vines, and picked out the three fattest males. rabbit.

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