Chapter 42: The Stormy Voyager
Starfall 833, June 11, night, Moldavian Northland, NissiΓ¨re Snow Mountains, Hohoar Frost Forest. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ο½iqugeγ ο½ο½fo
Viewed from the sky, the Frost Forest is a triangular forest, a lush pine forest between snow-capped mountains and ice fields, it grows between rolling hills, and a meandering river runs through it.
Through the gaps in the leaves, you can see faint starlight in the sky, which proves that the night is gradually approaching, and the stronger and stronger south wind will also disperse the clouds in mid-air, so the monsters that lurk in the day will also enter their own active period.
Somewhere in the forest, a faint blue light appeared on a large tree that had long since collapsed and was now slowly decaying.
As the dim moonlight brightened as the clouds gradually dissipated, the light blue fluorescence that emerged from the tree became more and more eye-catching, and with the sound of a liquid flowing, a gelatinous creature about half the size of a person, like jelly, came out of the cracks in the tree and came to the outside world, silently absorbing the magic contained in the moonlight.
This gel-like soft-bodied creature is none other than the world's most famous and weakest monster, the slime.
Judging by its appearance, it is a frost slime that is unique to cold regions.
Slimes are like jellyfish, they have no brains, only instincts, but they are extremely adaptable, whether it is the deep sea, glaciers, swamps or volcanic springs, as long as there is water, even liquids, they can survive and adapt to the local environment.
Some magicians believe that slimes evolved from jellyfish stranded on land during ancient geological upheavals, but there is no evidence to support this claim, and merfolk and the protectors of the deep sea (the gods of the sea) have denied this theory.
The argument of other scholars is even more terrifying, they believe that the slime should be formed by some kind of ancient super creature, or even the blood of an ancient dragon, although this argument is also unreliable, but it can unexpectedly find a few plausible evidence, one of which is that such a weak creature, can successfully carry a very large amount of magic power, as far as is known, slime is the only low-level monster that can survive in the heavy magic radiation area, and can also quickly multiply and evolve according to the concentration of magic power in the location.
But in any case, slimes are slimes, because they are essentially a mixture of gelatin, water, and mana, and they are generally the bottom of the monster food chain, which can be regarded as some kind of high-end drink, so it is difficult to grow, and there are not many of them.
The vast majority of slimes hide in all kinds of dark corners, absorbing dew and magic power gradually increasing, but because they have no brains, they will not respond to the call of the Kuroshio to attack the human fortress, that is the only time for slimes to recuperate, by absorbing the flesh and magic of the dead monsters, this creature will quickly grow, split, multiply, and expand to a terrifying point in a short time.
In the White Frost Forest, the more powerful monsters were all expelled by a group of human mages a few days ago, and the slime clan immediately began to develop with all their strength because they lost most of their natural enemies.
Above the tree, the frost slime was quietly absorbing the magic and preparing for the split multiplicity in the near future, while in the bushes not far away, a pair of gray eyes were watching it closely.
Ivan Makarov, a young magician from Wintercastle, is waiting for the moment to attack, holding his rudimentary staff in his hand, and his target is naturally the only monster in the area, the giant frost slime in front of him.
Today is the second day of the wilderness survival test at Wintercastle Academy, and since it is mandatory not to carry any food, all students can only get food by hunting and picking fruits, and Ivan, as the son of a hunter, naturally knows how to survive in the northern woods, and through a few rudimentary traps, he has caught enough rabbits and squirrels to eat for two days.
But that's not enough, as the notice says, it's not enough to just survive this test, and to get a higher score, you'll have to hunt other monsters.
In the White Frost Forest, the powerful monsters have long been expelled, and the only ones left are slimes, frost butterflies, and large wild boars.
Among the three remaining monsters, the big wild boar is strong, small in number, and has too much to roam, so it is not the first target, while the frost butterfly is too small to be used as food, and the innate spell [Ice Spike] is too dangerous for the mage apprentice, so it is not considered.
Only slimes, who are weak, slow to move, and can eat in large quantities, are the best targets.
At this time, some people must think, can slimes be eaten?
The answer is some yes and some can't.
For example, magma slimes that grow up in volcanic springs and are covered with sulfur and heavy metal toxins are absolutely inedible, and venom slimes in swampy areas are also inedible, but in most of the forests, slimes that grow on the sap and fruits of trees are edible, not only edible, but also very nutritious.
As a mixture of magic, slime and water, the body fluids of the slime are the raw materials of the primary magic potion after being processed, and drinking a bottle can quickly restore the magic power, as a mage apprentice, Ivan naturally knows this, in order to continue to cast spells in the next few days, try to hunt more powerful creatures, he must not let go of this frost slime in front of him.
"Terrain, unknown, possibility of a slime counterattack, route of retreat......"
Thinking of all the possibilities and rehearsing them in his mind, Ivan straightened his hair again to prevent the overly long strands of hair from obscuring his vision later in the battle - and then he tightened his hand on his staff, focused his mind, let the magic flow in his body, and began to prepare the first spell.
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"Joshua, what do you think?"
Above the Frost Forest, above the endless cold wind, two figures stood in the clouds, looking down on the land, their eyes reflecting the fire of life in every activity in it.
There was a faint blue magic glow in his eyes, and Nostradamus, who was paying attention to each student, noticed that the warrior beside him did not reply, so he asked again: "How are these children in your eyes?"
ββ¦β¦ In my eyes? β
Repeating in a low voice, Joshua narrowed his eyes, he thought for a while, and then shook his head and said, "The experience is not very sufficient, whether it is survival, hunting or fighting, it is too immature. β
"Most of them chose to stay and lit a campfire in the wrong place, without taking into account the direction of the wind and poisonous insects - without further ado, I'll just talk about fighting."
With a casual finger, the warrior motioned to the old mage to look in the direction where Ivan was, and he said softly: "This little guy can't use fire and lightning spells because he wants to get the body fluids of the frost slime, and the other party has frost resistance, so the frost plastic energy can't be used, and most of the mage's attack methods at low levels are suddenly wasted, and only one arcane missile remains." β
Speaking of this, Joshua couldn't help but show a gloating smile: "Without actual combat, how does he know that the slime has a certain ability to absorb mana?" Both fireballs and lightning bolts are potentially immune, let alone pure mana blasts? β
"Not bad."
Nostradamus looked in that direction and couldn't help nodding, he said with some emotion: "All the students feel that the big boar with a large body and appearance is the strongest monster, but in fact, the slime with a certain amount of magic resistance is the most hated opponent of the low-level mage, on the contrary, the big boar, only need to use the simplest thunder arrow, you can directly paralyze it to the point that you can't move." β
"It's also a little education to teach them not to trust appearances too much."
"It's actually pretty good."
Shrugging his shoulders slightly, although Joshua mercilessly pointed out the mistakes of these students, he was not unhappy, but was a little relieved: "The first time I walked out of the academy and came to the forest, I had this kind of performance, which is already considered excellent. β
"yes."
His wrinkled face stretched slightly, and Nostradamus also looked at the young mage in the forest, who had lost his enjoyment because of the failure of the arcane missile, but was not afraid of danger, and used the complex terrain in the woods to fight with slimes, and showed a smile: "They are all good boys." β
And while Joshua and Nostradamus were watching the mage apprentices in the Wintercastle Academy survive in the wilderness in the north, far south, far east of the holy mountain, the abyss of Anos.
A huge ship with a whole body of holy white looks like it is sailing in the wind and waves, against the waves of the sea.
In the middle of the night, the abyss of Anos was like hell, with dizzying winds raging above the dark waters, setting off waves and screams, and clouds surging wildly in the sky, raining down, cold rain mixed with salty and wet vapor, obscuring all vision.
The forces of the abyss stir the currents of this sea, creating whirlpools and stormy weather, where ships can easily be scattered by strong winds and tides if they are not strong enough, and the dead souls of the crew are imprisoned by evil and turned into a wandering ghost ship, wandering in the night rain.
But it was clear that the pure white ark would not be easily crushed by the waves, and its hull was covered with a dense network of sacred runes, with a holy light flowing on it, shielding it from the bad weather and the evil forces that lurked behind it.
In addition, at the top of this ark, there was a half-human-sized round gem, which released a fiery positive energy like the sun, and the light illuminated the sea within a radius of nearly a kilometer, even the rain and fog that contained the power of the abyss could not stop it.
Next to this gem, there are many magic arrays in operation, amplifying and channeling its power, calming the surrounding wind and waves, and guiding the Ark forward.
If Joshua were here, he would be surprised to find that this gem was the Molten Star that hung in the main hall of the Imperial Morais Palace.
"Ugh."
A sigh came from the deck of the ark.
At this time, the deck can be regarded as the most dangerous place on this holy white ark, the restless wind and the sweeping can easily sweep people into the cold and dark water, in this kind of weather, if the person who is swept into the sea is not strong enough, then it is equivalent to death, because no one can find the person who has fallen into the water in this situation.
It was evident that the blonde knight who was sighing on the deck was strong enough, he was wearing a white armor, and he stood at the front of the deck, looking into the dark distance with a deep gaze, neither the wind nor the waves could move him.
"Why, Loranda, why sigh."
At the side of this man, there was another person, this person was also not afraid of the wind, he was wearing a silver magic armor, and he wore a huge cross steel hammer at his waist, this silver-haired middle-aged knight asked in a calm tone, even the whistling wind could not hide: "Is it worried about whether the plan will succeed?" β
"One thing, Captain Robzek."
Without hesitation, the blonde-haired knight, Lolanda simply admitted: "The storm of the Abyss of Anos is becoming more and more violent, and the huge waves cannot even be completely overcome by the magic circle engraved on the [Time], and the Molten Core Star borrowed from the Empire is also somewhat unable to support it, you see, under the power of the Abyss, its light has begun to dim." β
"In addition to the specially borrowed Fusion Core Star, we have other artifacts that can overcome the influence of the abyss and guide us in the right direction."
Shaking his head, the silver-haired middle-aged knight, Robzek calmly answered his junior's question: "And we still have time, if it doesn't work this time, let's go back, go back to the Holy Mountain and prepare again, try a few more times, and always succeed in finding the [Central Maelstrom]." β
"But that's not what I'm worried about ......"
Sighing softly, Lolanda frowned, looking at the dark sea, the clouds were surging, the rolling thunder was also coming from the sky, and the cyan lightning pierced the sky, but it could not illuminate the rain and mist that permeated the sea water.
- This is his third voyage after leaving Moldavia and returning to the Holy Mountain, and with each voyage, the time of the [Time] in the torrential rain decreases, not because it is damaged, but because the dark forces in this sea are gradually increasing.
What's more, before reaching the central maelstrom, the Molten Core Star has been overwhelmed, so after finding it, what kind of holy weapon should be used to resist the power of the abyss of that concentration? Do you want His Majesty the Pope to take action himself, to use the pure white staff in his hand, or to use other artifacts?
Thinking of this, Lolanda shook her head, these are not realistic, Pope Eagle has to deal with the impact of the dragon calamity, and other holy weapons must also be prepared for this at all times, most of the holy weapons they carry this time are second-class, so they can't resist the evil power in the abyss of Anos.
At this time, he couldn't help but think of a friend he knew.
If it were that friend, the power he possessed would definitely be more suitable for the current situation than the Molten Core Star.
The paladin remembered what he had said when he said goodbye to him not long ago.
ββ¦β¦ It will be a bit difficult for you to accept it. β
The black-haired, red-eyed warrior said with a smile while drinking wine: "But if you need my help with anything, don't hesitate to come to me at any time, I will not refuse the invitation of my friends"
"Well, then, I wish you a smooth journey."