Chapitre 132: DB13
Jon was dedicated to sharpening the iron blade acquired from the Night's Watch. Although the metal was not of the best quality, it certainly surpassed bronze. Adorning it with magical runes on the blade, Jon envisioned the possibility of transforming this simple weapon into something truly powerful against the undead creatures, which were weak against fire. As a master of enchantment, he could do this without even having an enchanting table, but it required a lot of time and concentration, something he had only now managed to achieve.
As his finger glowed red and he traced strange symbols across the metal, Jon couldn't help but comment.
"I wish I had my entire arsenal here. It's a shame I can't access my dimensional space with my things in this dimension, since I could only do so in Skyrim," Jon lamented softly, missing his precious weapons and items that would help him face the challenges that lay ahead on his journey in these lands. However, with not much to do about it, he merely lamented silently.
He had already opened a new dimensional space in this world, everything Jon had collected from the Night's Watch and the men he had faced – clothes, bronze, iron, bows, and arrows – was stored in a separate space created by alteration magic. It was the first thing he did as soon as he arrived in this world, as it was one of the most useful things he could have. And to avoid raising suspicions, he carried only his weapon at his waist. Lucis was the only one who knew the truth, having witnessed Jon putting most of the weapons in the space. She provided a convincing explanation to Karsi, the tribe leader, when she inquired about the crow's weapons.
As Jon manipulated the blade, nostalgic thoughts appeared in his mind. He remembered the times in Skyrim, where he lived his remarkable adventures with challenges every day in the icy lands of Skyrim. He felt a longing for those who shared all the moments, knowing he would never see them again, making the dragonborn feel a bit sentimental as he marked the blade with the tip of his glowing finger.
Dozens of minutes had passed, and Jon freed himself from those thoughts, focusing on the weapon in front of him. "I can improve this iron with a transmutation spell... but that takes even more time... time that I don't have right now..." Jon looked at his work ready at that moment, the iron blade had been carved with bright red symbols, giving it a quite magical aspect.
"1 hour to create this with hands..." Jon commented, looking at the blade from various angles. "The workmanship of the blade isn't very good, but effective for Lucis to protect herself from anything that appears." He finished before feeling someone approaching him.
"Jon, here," Lucis appeared by his side, offering a piece of roasted rabbit meat as she sat next to the DragonBorn.
"Thank you," Jon expressed, taking the food. It was night, and the camp was mostly silent, which was why Jon had taken this time to create the runes without anyone bothering him.
"What do you think of this place?" Lucis started a conversation, looking at the old army post of Mance.
Jon looked at the tents housing 200 people who came to this raid; he looked beyond them and surveyed every corner of the forest. "I can't deny it's strategically advantageous with the elevated terrain, but we could reinforce the defenses with some improvements. However, improvising in a forest has its limitations, and the forest is a problem in itself, we could easily be surrounded, they should have chosen a place outside the forest as the main camp... We could suffer an attack and not even see the enemy coming," Jon commented, analyzing the camp and the shadows intertwining among the trees.
"Do you think we're going to be attacked?" She hesitated with some concern.
"No group has survived staying here, so I have no doubt about that." Jon spoke calmly.
"..." Lucis nodded, agreeing with Jon's logic, but it did nothing to alleviate the growing tension in the girl.
Jon looked at her with a slight smile. "Don't worry, it won't be tonight. I'm sure those creatures don't have a large enough group to attack us just after we've arrived. If they plan to do so, it might take some time to gather undead soldiers before launching such an attack," Jon spoke, looking into the darkness of the forests.
Lucis couldn't see, but Jon had red eyes at that moment, using two silent shouts, he could see living and dead creatures, he could see all the nearby animals and even some dead wandering through the forest, but nothing like an attack from them, so he was calm.
"I understand... But you say we're going to be attacked anyway, and you seem so calm..." Lucis trusted Jon's analysis, but couldn't help looking at him with some caution.
"It's true, I'm more confident that I can get out of here alive, and that includes you, my spear-wife, so don't be so worried."
"..." She said nothing.
"Well, take this." Jon handed her the sword in a sheath.
"An iron weapon?" She looked at the blade, surprised, iron was quite valuable in this place.
"Yes, but you can take the sword out of the sheath and you'll be even more surprised." He instructed her, and she removed the blade as the bright symbols began to appear.
"What is this?!" She said, looking in awe.
"It has become a magical weapon. I didn't have soul stones to create it, so I used my own energy," Jon spoke, after all, he is a vessel with numerous souls of dragons he killed, so he had the privilege of creating his enchanted weapons with some parts of the souls within him. "It is a dangerous blade now, everything it touches bursts into flames, use it against the wights if I'm not around, understand?" Jon said.
Although Lucis didn't understand what he meant by soul stone, she trusted Jon when he said something was magical and could burn the wights. "Yes, I will do that," she said.
"Anyway, I'm going to take my turn, it's time. You go back to our tent and sleep well," Jon said and said goodbye to Lucis, after spending some more time with her and having his meal.
Jon moved away from the tent and went to the place where he would spend the next few hours as a sentinel in the camp of Karsi's tribe. The watch was quite calm, Jon with his eyes and powers, could monitor everything that happened in the forest, he noticed that no wight approached the camp, despite their presence wandering through the forest, so he remained quiet, calmly sharpening his weapons and enchanting other swords during this time.
He had finished another weapon when he saw some members of other tribes approaching him at that moment, it seemed he had been marked by others and they saw a chance to encounter him.
"Look, if it isn't the kneeler trying to be a free folk man," Jon heard the man's mocking voice as he approached.
He was already used to this, Jon may have created a reputation in Mance's army, he was not just disrespected here at this place, many despised him in all the camps, but usually, they were contained with a good beating and even death, when Jon didn't like them much.
Jon looked at the three men wearing coats with bones; they were Thenns. "Hm? What an intriguing visit, what can I do for men who dress in their own dogs' bones..." Jon asked with an amused tone.
"Shut up, southerner, you may fool many of the free folk, but we know you're a kneeling spy. Now that we've finally found you here and alone, we can deal with you," one of them growled.
"Great, I'm right here, what are you waiting for..." Jon said, not even getting up from his spot and just showing his iron sword that he had not yet used runes on, waiting for the men to try to attack him.
For a moment, they hesitated with Jon getting up, feeling a bad premonition about this, but it was dismissed right after; he was just one man to them, rumors of his deeds were always met with mockery by their groups, now they could deal with him and claim ignorance the following morning.
"Let's get him!" one of them said and took the initiative to attack him.
Jon didn't move, and with his left hand, he created a small noise that these men didn't notice, and a barrier was created around him using his alteration to create this silent space. He didn't kill everyone, but he didn't like these men, so he decided not to spare them.
With his right hand, Jon created a purple glow and conjured 5 wolves on top of them as they approached with bronze weapons. The 5 spectral wolves emerged from a portal of purple energy, surprising the men by appearing out of nowhere. They stopped their attack, frightened, trying to escape from those magical wolves, but before they could react, Jon's wolves took the initiative and launched themselves at the 3 men, who only tried to protect themselves from the teeth of the ethereal wolves as they fell to the ground. They screamed in despair and pain, begging for help in the next seconds, but no one in the camp could hear the sound of their deaths. Jon just watched the men being killed by the bites without any reaction; he had seen worse things, so it didn't affect him much.
"This spell has always been useful, a creation of mine for silently entering enemy camps or even sneaking up on a woman," Jon commented while petting the spectral wolf that came asking for affection as the others circled the dead bodies.
This silence spell was his own creation; Jon never delved deeply into alteration magic, but by studying a bit of illusion, he managed to develop and create spells that no one had, proving he was a genius in that area.
"You, take these bodies to the forest and devour them," Jon ordered, and his summons began to pick up the bodies with their mouths and take them into the forest. Jon had planned this as soon as he summoned the wolves, so no one would suspect him, and they would say the animals devoured them the next morning with the tooth marks.
After watching the bodies being dragged away, Jon cast another spell to clean all traces that indicated those men had been there.
Jon returned to his blade with new runes; he intended to make one for Val as well. Thus, he spent the rest of the night in silence, with no one knowing until the next morning that the camp had been reduced.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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