8mi Chapter 126, A Prophecy Come True
Chapter 126, A Prophecy Come True
Copying a scroll is a skill, but also a physically demanding job.
Although the scrolls have the same effect, each mage writes their magical language differently. After carefully studying the book "Magic Scroll Making," Geb discovered that the two scrolls he found in Lady Peacock's basement were poorly written.
The scroll contains a large number of redundant characters, with only 40% of the runes actually being effective. Large sections of text seem to have been copied entirely from other scrolls, each with its own style, awkwardly pieced together—it's a complete mess.
This Lady Peacock's magic scroll making skills are really terrible. She doesn't seem to know magic at all; she's just a low-grade book-copying machine.
Gebu was different. He was very pragmatic when copying scrolls, keeping them simple and concise, without drawing any unnecessary symbols. He was as frugal as possible, even if the scrolls looked a little ugly, as long as they worked!
It wasn't that Gebu was particularly capable; he was simply forced into this situation.
Because ink is limited! Don't use 500 characters to write something that can be done in 200!
格布从孔雀夫人那里偷了价值500金币的魔法墨水。1环法术需要消耗大概价值50金币的墨水和1个小时的时间。格布这几天挤压了一些睡眠，把全部的墨水都变现了——也就是10张捲轴！
Shield Spell * 4 (Make more for those who want to stay alive)
Burning Hand* 1
Cloud and Mist Spell* 1
Jumping Technique * 1
Gravity Amplification Technique * 1
Grease Technique* 1
Magic Missile* 1
Today I'm a great wizard capable of casting 12 spells! I've really gone all out this time!
After calculating, Gebu realized that after equipping the female warrior with a full set of gear, he still had 900 gold coins and some loose silver and copper coins left.
In addition, Gebu also had 4 bottles of basic healing potions, 1 bottle of tree skin potion, and 1 bottle of stamina potion, all made in his spare time.
This is all we have. This journey is a do-or-die situation.
The swordswoman was somewhat nervous. She walked in front, shield held to her chest, vigilantly scanning the area ahead and around. Gebu walked second, with two lightly armed knights covering their rear.
The canyon was winding and twisting, wide enough for a horse-drawn carriage to pass in some places, and narrow enough to be just a sliver of sky in others. Gebu used his magical pet to keep watch from the sky, constantly switching between the pet's perspective and his own.
Strangely, after entering the canyon and wandering around for a while, they still didn't find anyone lying in ambush—Gebu followed the scent of the weasel and directed the swordswoman to choose a fork in the road.
"Over here. The smell is very close... Wait, can you smell blood?"
The group turned a narrow corner, carefully climbed down a slope, and arrived at a hidden entrance.
This is... a relic? My Magnubie...
Gebu was taken aback by the magnificent entrance before him. The facade of the ruins was carved entirely from the rock face, standing over twenty meters high, with the entrance archway itself being over six meters high. The group of people standing in front of the archway appeared extremely small.
The three humans were also stunned.
"There are places like this near the Red Pavilion? By Your Majesty..." the First Knight exclaimed.
"There's someone here!" the second knight exclaimed. All four of them became alert at the same time. The swordswoman and the knight drew their weapons and stood ready, while Gebu hid behind them, using the swordswoman as a human shield.
Upon closer inspection, it was a dead person...or a dead pig?
The boar-man sat hunched over in the doorway, a horrifying hole in his chest, his intestines ripped out. His body was stiff, congealed black blood clotted like jelly around the wound. His animal hide armor was torn to shreds, and he still gripped his twin axes tightly. This man had fought before he died, but alas, he was far too weak against the beasts.
"Gods! What is this thing?!" The knight covered his mouth as he looked at the boarman's black fur and tusks.
Geb frowned. Something's not right. The boarman is dead too? Wasn't that guy supposed to be tough?
A dog died, and they ignored it, treating it as an accident. This boar-man was clearly a confidant of the half-deer man Thorton; he's dead, and these people won't even collect his body?
Where is Thornton?
Gebu walked to the entrance of the ruins, looking at the marks beside the boar-man. Three deep claw marks were left on the red rock wall; how could this beast be so powerful as to tear the stone apart?
Wait a minute, this trace of struggle leads to the outside of the ruins.
Gebu sensed something was wrong. Could it be that these beastmen hadn't been able to defeat this scorpion-lion? If they had won, there was no reason for them to leave their companion's body here. Even if the Ansar people didn't care about funerals, shouldn't they at least salvage his equipment?
Oh no, I never expected that these seemingly powerful beastmen couldn't defeat the scorpion lion and let it escape... Since we didn't get any spoils, why did the weasel lead us here?
Geb's heart suddenly sank into his stomach.
Oh no! I tried to use a deer to devour a lion, but I ended up being used as a pawn!
"Hey, Gebu, what's going on...?"
Seeing the halfling's expression, Doffin felt uneasy. Just as she asked the question, a deafening roar of a wild beast suddenly came from outside the canyon!
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Five minutes ago:
"You, adjust the angle of the siege crossbow," Sheriff Matthew ordered his soldiers. "And you, go and drag that corpse away. Clean up the battlefield."
A tall soldier approached the beastman's corpse, grabbed its shoulders, and flipped it over.
The body was split in two as it was being moved, and maggots fell out of the exposed wounds.
"Ugh... That's disgusting," the soldier complained.
The moment the beastman's corpse was dragged away, the hunting trap that was pressed underneath it suddenly sprang to a stop and snapped shut!
A bottle was shattered by the trap, and some foul-smelling, dark yellow liquid exploded on the ground, splashing all over the soldier. The stench instantly spread throughout the center of the field.
"Damn it, Buck!" the unfortunate soldier exclaimed, loosening his grip and putting the body down.
"What's wrong?! What is that?!" Matthew shouted.
"I don't know, something exploded and splashed all over me, ugh...it stinks...was it pee?"
call.
call!
A dark shadow obscured the soldier's body. He looked up and saw a huge shadow blocking out the sun, rapidly expanding in his field of vision.
"Varied……"
A massive scorpion lion with a red mane, black wings, a human face, and a roaring tail swooped down from the sky! Its skin was cracked like parched earth, and from within the cracks emanated an ominous light and smoke—as red as crimson sand!
The scorpion slammed the soldier, who was covered in urine, to the ground with one claw. The sound of his spine breaking was crisp and rapid, and the tall man instantly turned into a pile of dead flesh!
"Obak above... Manticore... Manticore!" Matthew was stunned; it took him two seconds to utter the cry. But his voice was completely drowned out by the roar of the manticore!
"Awooo!!!!!"