Chapter 52 Heroism
The rime hanging in the coniferous forest shook off one after another, and the huge moose fell unconscious in the big hole in the snow.
"Second-ring combat skill, Earthquake Impact?"
In order to avoid the aftermath, Gray had jumped back several meters away, gripping the ax handle in confusion, staring at this strange Squirrel, incomprehensible.
But why does a squirrel know this combat skill? And he also defeated the giant moose instantly!
Yeats stood behind the giant untouched pine tree, which seemed to be sheltered from the earthquake.
He was even more shocked than Gray.
This Siberian chipmunk just called himself 'Ratatosk'.
Could this be related to the squirrel on the World Tree in the plot of "Phantom"?
In the background story, at the top of the World Tree lives a condor, and at the root of the World Tree lives a poisonous dragon.
The squirrel sent messages back and forth between the condor and the poisonous dragon, sowing discord between the two and indirectly triggering a legendary battle!
Of course, the gods cannot personally interfere with the Midgard Continent. At most, they can send down incarnations or project their will.
At this time.
Squirrel first looked at Gray carefully, a strange color flashed across his eyes, and said:
“I thought that all the pure dragonborn were dead, but I didn’t expect that there were still some left. ”
Gray was stunned. His identity was revealed at a glance, and he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Don't get me wrong, I will not treat you as a serious problem like the descendants of the most ancient dragon."
The squirrel turned its head to look at Yeats, wagging its furry tail, He nodded coldly: "I just think that the offering you just presented is very good and deserves recognition!"
"Offering?" Yeats was a little confused, then he realized and said suddenly, "You mean, just now That bunch of hazelnut worms.”
The squirrel’s tense expression suddenly collapsed, and he said in surprise: “What, that’s not a hazelnut, but a hazelnut nutworm? But why does it smell like hazelnuts?” ”
Yeats: "Because I have treated it with food, it looks like a bunch of hazelnuts..."
The squirrel leaned back slightly, with its two small front paws in front of it, staring. The big eyes showed a human look of shock.
Yeats: (_)
This guy doesn’t look very smart. Could he be a fake?
But it easily knocked down the giant moose and discovered Gray's identity at a glance, which didn't look easy.
When in doubt, treat guests to dinner.
“This Tony...” Yeats forgot that unpronounceable name again.
"Rata Tosk." Squirrel folded his arms calmly, "Or you can call me 'Drill Tooth'."
"Dou Tooth, it's getting late, you want to Don't you want to have dinner with us?" Yeats invited, "The ingredients are just the giant moose you just knocked down. I promise it will taste better than the hazelnut worms."
The squirrel is actually a squirrel. Omnivore.
A light flashed in Zuan Ya's smart eyes, and he suddenly raised his ears alertly, raised his upper body and looked around.
The messy footsteps, accompanied by the long howls of hounds, seemed like a large group of hunters were coming after hearing the news.
“There is the breath of the dark night!”
Zuo Ya lowered his body and ran towards Yeats.
"I don't want to reveal my whereabouts so soon - human being, let me lend you a shoulder!"
The breath of dark night? Isn't this what I'm talking about?
No, I have a panel next to me, and my aura is purer than that of Holy Light believers!
While Yeats was thinking, the little squirrel jumped onto his shoulder lightly.
Dou Ya lay on Yeats's shoulder, rubbing his cheeks with his two front paws, pretending to be a pet squirrel.
Yeats couldn't help but stretched out his finger and gently poked the little squirrel's head. He received a cold telepathy in response.
"Humans, if you don't want to go to the land of the dead, stop your offense."
Yeats gave in decisively, and saw a total of five hunters coming upon hearing the news, including the troll Ogg. " Hahaha, it was Ogg’s friend who was the first to hunt down the giant moose!”
Among the crowd, there was another guy who looked familiar to Yeats. He was actually the wolf cavalry orc who blocked the road that day.
"Storm Wolf" Kuska was leading a frost wolf. The scabbard on his back had been replaced by a hunting bow. When he saw Yeats, his expression changed slightly.
He glanced down at the giant moose, then looked at Yeats again for confirmation, his expression had become quite strange. The envoy of the Winter Goddess killed the giant moose so easily.
Kuska felt a sense of joy in her heart... I voluntarily handed the sword to him that day, and I really did the right thing!
A half-orc hunter in the crowd, with a scar on his face, shouted angrily:
"Hey, was it you who killed the giant moose? Talk!"
Yeats glanced at the drill tooth on his shoulder, saw the little squirrel taking out a pine cone out of nowhere, lowered his head and used two With only his small front paws scratching, he said telepathically:
"Human, admit it."
"Yes, it was me and my companions who killed the giant moose." Yeats Looking around everyone, "Is there any problem?"
Hearing this, the half-orc hunter sighed heavily: "I can't see that you two are so skilled, and I am lying in wait for so many days, but I am blind... Gone, gone!”
There were only four people left: Ogg, Kuska, and a pair of human men and women.
Yeats secretly thought... According to Diamond, are there Dark Night believers among these people?
Dark night believers do all kinds of bad things, either murder or sacrifice.
According to the winter event plot of "Phantoms", cultists who destroyed the festival appeared in this festival.
Yeats couldn't help but be more vigilant and inspected the four people.
Kuska's eyes met the "Winter God's", twitching the corner of his mouth, showing a stiff smile, and reluctantly complimented:
"My lord's extraordinary skills are really admirable."
The troll Ogg looked around Yeats in surprise: "Kuska of the Frostwolf tribe, do you know my good friend?"
Yeats smiled slightly: "Kuska is the goddess of winter. A devout believer, I have had a chance encounter with him.”
The words were so accurate that Kuska breathed a sigh of relief and secretly admired the divine messenger’s skill.
Who knows how he became good friends with the troll!
Trolls are evil creatures that disown all their relatives when they go crazy. Making friends with them will only lead to death!
Maybe the God's Envoy is extraordinary... Kuska looked deeply at Yeats, nodded and left with the Frost Wolf, and the other man and woman left shortly after.
Troll Ogg was very happy about the giant moose hunted by Yeats and Gray, and insisted on asking Yeats to tell about his heroic battle deeds. Yeats had no choice but to talk nonsense, saying that he and Gray The magic pets worked together and finally led the giant moose into a trap in the snow pit and successfully killed it.
Ogg's mouth opened wide when he heard this, his eyes showed deep admiration, and he was convinced of Yeats' lies.
Gray rolled his eyes at the side...cooperating with the demon pet? When did I become your magic pet?
At dusk in the lakeside forest, Yeats invited Ogg to stay by the lake for a picnic, but he apologetically refused on the grounds that he would go home to have dinner with his mother.
An official in robes came to confirm the killer of the giant moose, and officially announced that Yeats had been awarded the "Winter Lake City Warrior" title and medal by the lord, and could return to the city to receive three hundred gold coins and a Set of enchanted saddles.
"The giant moose carcass is yours to dispose of." The official said, "But please cut off the giant moose's antlers and bring them to the ice lake to participate in the ceremony tomorrow morning. At that time, both nobles and civilians in the city will participate This grand ceremony. "
The saddle is what he needs, and the more gold coins, the better. Yeats couldn't help but smile and nod, looking down at the silver medal in his hand.
"Deer Hunting Warrior Medal: Excellent. A medal awarded by the Northern Chief to the brave hunter, blessed by the goddess of fishing, hunting and winter."
Without enchantment, can it only be used to sell for money?
Yeats was a little disappointed, but when he touched the medal, a surge of mana poured into his body.
"You have learned a new spell."
"Heroism: A 1st-level spell. You touch a willing creature to fill it with courage. The creature is immune to panic until the spell ends, and Temporarily increase physical strength. Additional units can be designated when leveling up."
Yeats's eyes lit up.
This spell is suitable for strengthening teammates, and it can also increase the overall strength of the army in the future!
Thinking of this, Yeats smiled, his palms lit up with white light, and he patted Gray on the shoulder... Lao Lei, if Fokas is not here, I will rely on you to take the lead.
You have been strengthened, come on!
Gray turned his head strangely: "What are you doing?"
"I just cast the spell 'Heroism' on you." Yeats said calmly, "Do you feel full of power now?"
"Is there...?" Gray said uncertainly. explain.
Yeats said calmly: "That's because you resisted. Next time you are touched by me voluntarily, the 'heroic spirit' will take effect."
Grey: (ω)< br>
Sounds very suspicious!
"By the way, about the Dark Night Believers..." Yeats looked at the little squirrel on his shoulder.
“Eat first.” The little squirrel rubbed his hands, “Let’s chat while eating!”
(End of this chapter)