章節 13: Journey to the Tourney 3
Stats
Energy Points: 110
Strength: 600kg
Intelligence: Superior intelligence
Divinity: locked
Power : Tier 8-C(full power)
Ascension Level: 2(250 points to level up 3)
[Abilities] [shop]
''Good!Good! I just have to earn some points. Where is my horse?!'' Theron said. He looked behind to see mutated body of his horse. ''Fuck!''
With my horse being crushed to death, I knew I had no choice but to push forward on foot. The old gods' wrath was surely interested in me, and I could not afford to tarry any longer. Putting my sword into invetory, I took off at a breakneck pace, my legs carrying me swiftly through the winding forest trails.
The world around me blurred as I ran, my senses heightened and my muscles straining with the exertion. I had always been fast, but after the ascension this was something else entirely - a primal, speed that seemed to defy the bounds of mortal capability. It was as if the very land itself was propelling me forward, urging me to reach my destination with all haste.
After what felt like mere moments, the dense forest gave way to the rolling hills and meandering rivers of the Riverlands. I slowed my pace, pausing to catch my breath and take stock of my surroundings. The air here was thick with the scent of damp earth and the sound of rushing water, a far cry from the shadowy confines of the forest I had just left behind.
As I pressed on, I noticed an unusual stillness that permeated the landscape. The birds were silent, the animals seemed to have vanished, and even the flow of the rivers appeared muted and sluggish. It was as if the very land itself was holding its breath, waiting for some unseen force to make its presence known.
Sensing the old gods' influence, I quickened my pace once more, desperate to find a safe haven where I could hide from their prying gaze. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I stumbled upon a small, nondescript inn nestled along the banks of the Trident. The weathered wooden sign above the door read "The River Side," and as I pushed my way inside, I was greeted by the warm glow of a crackling hearth and the muffled hum of conversation.
The innkeeper, an older man with a graying beard and kind eyes, approached me with a concerned expression. "You look a mess, lad," he said, his voice low and gruff. "What brings you to the Riverlands in such a state?"
I hesitated, unsure of how much he could buy my story. But the tired look in my eyes must have been enough to convince him of my dire circumstances.
"I... I am rather lost," I lied, my voice barely above a whisper. "The bandits, I ran from them they stole my horse."
The innkeeper's eyes widened, and he gestured for me to follow him to a secluded corner of the inn. "Then you've come to the right place, lad," he said, his tone grave. "The Riverlands are no stranger to the bandits and wild animals' influence, and we've learned to tread carefully in the wild."
Over the next few hours, the I sat at the corner of the pub after ordering something to eat and listened and used persuasive skills to gain information.They said the tales of Old Gods which I formerly believed only had followers in The North BUT NO they had also followers here and weirdwood trees. I listened intently, my mind racing with the implications of what I had learned.
"So you see, lad," the innkeeper concluded, "the old gods have a strong hold over these lands. And there are ways to people who claim to see miracles"
I nodded, my thoughts already turning to the concealment potion to use to hide from them for a while. "Then I must find a way to concoct such a potion," I thought "one that can shield me and my people from the gods' prying eyes."
In the days that followed, I threw myself into searching suitable bloodlines and potions, and bought a bloodline of alchemy for 100 points in system shop.It was worth it since my nature magic and new bloodline really filled each other.
Finally, after weeks of tireless effort, I had concocted the perfect concealment potion. The deep, rich aroma of the brew filled the small room I had commandeered, and I could feel the power humming within it, like the heartbeat of some ancient, sleeping beast.
The day before the grand tourney, I gathered my meager supplies and made my way back to my stronghold, the concealment potion tucked safely in my pack. As I approached the gates, I could see the bustling activity that had overtaken the once-quiet domain. Banners and pennants fluttered in the breeze, and the air was thick with the sounds of laughter and merriment.
I quickened my pace, desperate to reach a safer place
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, I drank the whole potion and it was disgusting as it would get. My vision became blurry and seemed like some line was cut between me and invisible air. I knew it was the first step for me in the grand game.
And then, just as the last vestiges of daylight faded, the grand procession arrived. Trumpets blared and banners fluttered as the royal family with Ashara made their way through the streets of town. The people lined the roads, cheering and waving, their faces alight with a sense of wonder and excitement.
As the night wore on and the festivities continued, I retreated to the quiet solace of my chambers,
With a determined sigh, I uncorked the vial of concealment potion and raised it to my lips, feeling the power of the elixir coursing through my veins. For now, at least, I would be safe from the old gods' prying eyes. But I knew that the battle had only just begun, and that I would need to be ever-vigilant if I hoped to emerge victorious.
As the night wore on, the sounds of revelry echoed through the streets, a stark contrast to the uneasy tension that weighed heavy in the air. But I remained steadfast, my gaze fixed on any sign of supernatural.
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