Whispering Poems

Chapter 3231 [Sun Rays]

"what have you done?"

The witch asked. She didn't realize what had just happened, but she was sure that it wasn't her or her severely injured grandfather who cast a spell. When she looked at Shade, she immediately noticed the blood red in Shade's eyes that had not yet faded. Her heart seemed to have stopped beating for a second, but returned to normal after that second.

Shade shook his head:
"That's a difficult question to answer. Anyway, it's a good thing that your blood wasn't sucked away. The origin of this keeper-level relic is probably very interesting. I mean the source of these curses."

The dice returned to the fat fishmonger's hand again, and this time he threw the dice and only rolled 3. He continued forward to the 14th square. In this way, even if the three people rolled 6 this time, the final score would be 14:16, and the difference in the fighting power of the two sides would not be too big.

Miss Reinhart seemed a little nervous, but this girl who looked cold but was actually very warm still threw the dice decisively.

The three of them looked up together, and the spinning dice finally stopped at 2.

"It doesn't matter. Luck has its ups and downs."

The witch was disappointed, so Shade whispered some words of comfort, then supported the old man and walked with her despite the strong wind coming from above.

The three of them came to the 12th grid. This time, there were no abnormal phenomena such as snow and wind blowing in their faces or bats attacking them. Only gurgling sounds came from the stomachs of the three people at the same time.

The long-lost feeling of hunger reminded Shad of the confusion he felt when he first came to this world. Elder Harald could hardly stand. This feeling of hunger was quite fatal to a seriously injured man like him.

As for the witch lady who looked about the same age as Dorothy, she tried hard not to blush. Any well-educated girl knew that it was quite embarrassing to have a rumbling stomach in front of strangers.

Hunger was also burning her, but she pretended not to care:

"There are only four squares left."

This feeling of hunger came from the curse of the relic, and it was not something that could be eliminated by eating a few pieces of bread. Combined with the coldness just now, the double curse of hunger and cold even formed a mutual cooperation, and the flow of spirit between the body and soul became sluggish, the upper limit of spirit was reduced by one third, and the reaction ability was also reduced. At least Miss Reinhardt thought that this had a lot of impact on her strength.

She looked at her grandfather out of the corner of her eye with great worry. She hadn't seen him for three years since 1852, but the old man hadn't changed much. If he hadn't been injured, he would have even looked more energetic.

As for the strange "man" from outside the city, he didn't seem to be affected by the curse, but his stomach was still growling continuously.

"The only thing I have a low tolerance for is hunger."

Xia De, who was supporting the old man, explained in a low voice that this was of course because of the "Lord of the Blood Feast" back then. The first drop of divinity that he had seized and integrated into the soul certainly brought more than just the cry of "Not enough!" "She" had said that [Gluttony] was Xia De's great sin. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that every time he fell into uncontrollable hunger, something big would happen afterwards.

But fortunately, this time the hunger can be controlled.

The dice once again came into the hands of the fat fishmonger holding a sword. When the shadow of the giant metal dice kept turning in the air, even Shade felt nervous. Soon the dice stopped, and the four bright red dents proved that the game had entered the final stage.

At that moment, the witch felt quite uncomfortable with the drop in power caused by 18:12. Therefore, she did not see how Shade and the fat fishmonger, who were four squares apart, collided before the yellow and black sword lights collided.

One person goes up and the other goes down, the two people on the snow slope meet on a narrow road, the violent snow and wind howls in the mountains, on the snow slope halfway up this desolate snowy mountain, they can only move forward and backward because they cannot leave the grid. In fact, there is no way to retreat after they enter the game.

As the dice result appeared, Shade had already summoned the yellow moonlight greatsword to meet the magic sword that was faster than the "Speed ​​Spell" state. The power drop caused by the relic had almost no effect on him. The two of them collided with each other without considering retreating at all. The sound of the clear yellow "moonlight greatsword" attached to the dragon scale sword and the angel-level relic slashing against each other was even more terrifying than the surrounding blizzard.

The puppet was not important. The consciousness of the angel-level relic itself was no less than that of a cold weapon combat expert like Shade. The magic swordsmanship and the swordsmanship of the demon hunters inherited from the Third Age competed with each other, and even the witch behind Shade was stunned for a moment.

"Go and help!"

The old man, who was sitting in the snow because of Shade's letting go, pushed his granddaughter, but before she stepped forward to help, he handed her his long stick:

"Don't be empty-handed, take this and don't let that sword touch you."

The long staff that she often played with secretly as a toy when she was a child, after so many years, was handed to her by her grandfather. The witch was even a little dazed at the moment. She nodded solemnly, but found that her grandfather, whose beard, eyebrows and hair were all frosted, did not let go of the other end of the long staff.

The old man was very serious:
"Claire, you must leave this sword behind, otherwise everything today will be meaningless. I know you don't like staying at the foot of the snowy mountain, and I know you want a freer life, but you should not forget what I taught you since you were a child, and you should not forget the favor this snowy mountain has given you.

Use that strength to keep the sword. Even though you have been gone for so long, the Mountain will not forget you - don't let that Dragonborn outsider look down on us."

The last half of the sentence was spoken in pure local dialect, but he didn't know that Xia De, who had his back to them, could understand it completely. However, Xia De didn't have the energy to remind the old man that although he might not be a human, he was definitely not a dragon. At this moment, all his energy was devoted to the sword fighting in front of him, which he could not retreat from.

He had the advantage in strength, but not in weapons, so he had to repair the cracks on the blade at any time while drawing the sword. As for the level of sword skills, he was very fortunate that the current holder of the magic sword was a head shorter than him. With Shade's slightly longer arms, his inferior swordsmanship was something that could be compensated.

The long sword hidden in the black light and the bright yellow sword collided in the snowy mountains, and the clang clang clang sounded almost like a sharp explosion. The sword light transformed by the sword wind and spirit tore through the air and the blizzard. When the witch came behind Shade with the long staff inherited from the tribe, she could not even see the trajectory of the two high-speed swords:

"How strong is this outsider? Where did Grandfather find him?"

She had encountered ring sorcerers who used sword weapons before, but this was the first time she had seen such a primitive and wild sword fight. After all, higher-level ring sorcerers were more likely to cast spells and kill people at a greater distance.

She knew very well that she couldn't participate in such a sword fight with her level, so she first cast a spell to bless Shade with "Power of the Sun", "Warm Body", "Repel Cold" and other blessing states, then grabbed the ancient wooden staff with both hands, and the head of the staff stretched out from Shade's waist and pointed forward:

"Sun Ray!"

Even with the staff's amplification, the spell's effect was still not as good as normal. The blazing light streamed forward, but was blocked by a black-red light shield before it could vaporize the fat fishmonger's legs.

But even though he blocked the witch's attack, the fat fishmonger was still distracted for a moment and was forced by Shade to take a step back when the two swords collided at high speed.

He stayed behind to cover their retreat. Even with the help of the relics, it was impossible to block three people with one sword. Therefore, seeing that the situation was worse than expected, the fat fishmonger who was about to draw his sword suddenly stepped back. At the cost of half of his face being torn by the Moonlight Sword, he escaped from the coverage of Shade's sword. Then he used the means of space movement to come to his starting point, which was the snow square at the very end and the top.

The sun rays released by the wooden staff followed closely, but were shattered by the sword light of the magic sword.

Then the fat fishmonger held the sword with both hands and thrust the blade forward. Shade was very familiar with this action, as he also did it when using the light cannon.

Even though the Night Watcher was not around because he was worried about disturbing the local demons, Shade was definitely not afraid of such a duel:
"Ms. Reinhardt, what do you need to do in order for you to keep the sword?"

He also imitated the movements of the fat fishmonger who was 18 squares away from him, separated by the wind and snow, and thrust forward with the sword.

The witch responded softly:

"We must not completely destroy him, otherwise I'm worried that other magic swords will appear. Make him lose his ability to move. I'll come with you. You can emit moonlight remotely, right?"

“Sunshine is fine too.”

The magic of radiating sunlight from fingers, [Sunlight Ray], which was learned from [Witch Resonance Violet], was actually a variation of [Sun Ray] that Miss Reinhardt had just used. While giving up the original powerful output ability, it gained the advantage of faster casting. However, Shade used the ritual sword [Night Watcher] to cast the spell, and almost restored the witch's secret art to its most original version.

Before today, he had only seen Emilia the Crowned, who had borrowed the power of the ancient Elf King, use the [Sun Ray]. But seeing it once was enough, and he basically understood all the principles of this secret technique.

In the past, he would worry about being discovered by the witches when using the witches' secret arts, but now that his knowledge and theoretical level have improved, and he has used different energy radiation abilities many times, he can now disguise the witches' secret arts as magic.

Even though the ritual sword was not in his hand and the World Tree Staff was inconvenient to take out, he could radiate sunlight on his own in the face of the strong wind and snow.

"Meow!"

I seemed to hear Xiaomia's voice in my ears, but it must be an auditory hallucination.

PS: The picture in this chapter is "Claire Rinehart".