Chapter 263 Gray’s return, the five-ring warlock, and the bard’s charge!
The next day, the morning light shines on Silver Birch Manor, and swans are preening their feathers on the lake.
Yeats got up in the morning and practiced archery by the sparkling lake. His eyes were slightly focused, and the fingertips holding the arrow feathers were loosened.
“Good archery!”
Phocas blurted out praises, with sincere respect in his eyes, and said with his palms:
"Master, have you reached a senior level in archery?"
Yeats took off the sweat towel from the tray presented by the maid, wiped his face, and said with thoughtful eyes:
"Well... it should be above the senior level."
Any profession has its own proficiency skills, and any skill has a corresponding proficiency level.
For example, knights with four rings often have experienced riding skills, while heroes with five rings often have expert-level skills.
Yeats's attainments in gastronomy are already at the master level, a level that can only be achieved by those in the holy realm who specialize in this art.
With the benefit of "Talent·One Hundred Steps", Yeats's archery attainments rose to expert level.
Even Roger, the 'Squirrel Sect Demon Hunter' who has been immersed in archery for many years, cannot compare with him.
“I can see the growth of the young master in recent times.”
Fokas’s eyes were filled with relief, and he said with emotion: “But the young master please put your body first.”< br>
"You still have a duel with Viscount Hody Alba this afternoon."
Forkas said in a broad voice: "Just finish the training in the morning, don't force yourself."
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Suddenly.
"The blessing of the god of love, the twinning of the heart" is felt.
The message separated by thousands of miles turned into Gray's happy voice, ringing in Yeats's heart.
"Yeats, the third elder has agreed to let me go down the mountain again, where are you now?"
Yeats was startled, and then he felt excited, finally waiting for Gray to return to the team. !
With Gray’s amazing wisdom to assist you, there is no need to worry about the injustice of the vampire clan!
"I am in Lundu..." Yeats told Gray his whereabouts.
"Received!" Gray said with satisfaction, "Wait for me, the third elder will give me a ride personally, I will come to you soon~"
Looking at Yeats with a smile on his face, Furkas asked Said:
"Master, what are you so happy about?"
"Ah, it's nothing." Yeats restrained the raised corners of his mouth and said lightly, "It's just that Gray is coming back, I I will cook for her tonight.”
Fokas smiled and said, “It seems we are in for a treat tonight.”
Yeats planned in his mind.
——Facing the conspiracy of the vampires, Gray can share some of the pressure for me.
The Scarlet Society has ceased operations recently, and it must be preparing for Colin's wedding banquet after the duel conference ends.
But this may not be a bad thing, at least it will allow me to first obtain the ‘Fierce Lion Slash’, a powerful combat skill that even the ‘Wild Hunt God Chosen, Zero’ coveted in the original game!
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In the vast sea of clouds, the flying shadow of a green dragon passed over the towering mountains thousands of miles east of the mainland.
The dragon-born girl sat on the back of the green dragon, her single horse tail swaying in the wind, looking back at the distant Dragon Land, her eyes flashing slightly.
"What, you can't bear to leave?" Green Dragon's heartbeat sounded, his tone indifferent.
Gray gently pressed her cheek against the green dragon's back, holding the rough dragon scales in both hands, and whispered:
"Third Elder, thank you for letting me travel down the mountain. Only then did I realize something important.”
"Oh? Tell me, something important?" Green Dragon was very interested.
"From birth to death, it is just a journey, and travel always requires a place to stay."
Gray smiled slightly: "The place to stay that can make people stop wandering. It is the meaning of home."
Green Dragon was silent for a moment and sighed: "Gray, you have an important mission. If you stop moving forward at home..."
"Rest is for more. It’s good to go.” Gray said with a smile, “Besides, who stipulates that there is only one home? I can travel all over the world and complete my mission!”
The green dragon stretched out its wide wings and flew in the sea of clouds. Its emerald eyes flickered, the corners of its mouth slowly raised upwards, and it said lightly:
"If you hadn't had this awareness, I wouldn't be able to do it." Let you look for Yeats again... I'm worried that he will hinder your footsteps."
"Third Elder~" Gray said coquettishly.
"Okay, I'll fly faster, that's all!"
"Hehe... By the way, Third Elder."
"What?"
"What is the mission you are talking about? You, the First Elder, and the Second Elder haven't told me yet?" Gray blinked.
The green dragon's gaze became profound, and the vast Shenting Empire was reflected in its eyes. It was carrying Gray across the Atrium Continent to the Golden Lion Island to the west of the mainland.
“At the end of the war of the gods, the dragon carried the bones of all the worlds and rushed to the abyss to end the catastrophe...
“One day, the fire of war will sweep across this continent, And Gray, you are the key to ending this war! ”
Hearing the seriousness in the third elder's tone, Gray whispered:
"It sounds very unlucky."
"You have to remember what I said." Green Dragon Chen Voice:
“Why did the King of the Wild Hunt put the Dragon’s Heart into your body? According to your elder’s speculation, it may be because the King of the Wild Hunt and the Silver Dragon Queen had an incomprehensible dispute. Fate, and this thread of fate also involves you."
Gray was thoughtful, placing her hand gently on her chest, feeling the strong heartbeat.
During her time in seclusion in the Dragon Country, she suffered a lot.
Because the power of the dragon's heart is too powerful for Gray at this stage, it has become a burden on Gray's body and she may die from it at any time.
In order to help Gray digest this power, the three elders of the Dragon Country, the red dragon, the blue dragon, and the green dragon, were facing a powerful enemy. They took turns using volcanic hot springs, glacial caves, geothermal steam and other means to finally let Gray successfully weathered the crisis.
Gray was immersed in the scalding hot springs and lying on the extremely cold ice wall. She passed out several times. Fortunately, the dragon's heart beat violently and forced her to wake up again.
After experiencing the Night of Valpus, Gray's character has become extremely tough. She has endured the inhuman tests one by one, and her soul power has benefited from this and has improved by leaps and bounds!
Gray was already a fourth-ring dragon vein warlock before. Now her bloodline is more condensed, and with the blessing of destiny, she has been promoted to the fifth-ring level!
The five-ring heroes all have extraordinary will.
Gray also has things she insists on.
As the little fairy Blueberry said, this thing is as beautiful as a fairy tale, rare and precious in this dark age.
But Gray still believed.
She went to look for Yeats because she believed that Yeats would also recognize her persistence.
“I originally wanted to visit Yeats.”
The green dragon sighed: “It’s a pity that he is now in the capital of mankind, and I can’t go there... I’ll look for opportunities next time. "
Gray smiled and said: "Don't worry, Third Elder, I will definitely ask Yeats to cook a big meal for you when you come!"
" Green Dragon. Nodding slightly, overlooking the sea of clouds, the Golden Lion Island is located among the blue sea, "Go...and if anything happens, don't tell the existence of Dragon Country."
The Dragon Country is far away from the secular world, and there are hundreds of giant dragons buried there. All the dragon corpses are priceless. Once the news is spread to the world, it will cause a sensation throughout the continent.
Grey also knew that the matter was of great importance, and nodded seriously: "I know...Goodbye, Third Elder!"
She jumped down from the green dragon's back, and a body unfolded behind her. The phantom of the dragon wings formed by the condensed wind elements quickly disappeared into the vast sea of clouds.
The green dragon stared at Gray's figure until it completely disappeared. His eyes were kind and he shook his head dumbly.
*
"Are you almost arriving?"
In Silver Birch Manor, Yeats was a little surprised when he received a message from Gray.
“Yeah~ It’s on the south bank of Lundu City!” Gray said with joy.
"Phokas and I went out of the city to pick you up."
Flying is prohibited in the royal city.
Yeats summoned Phocas, and the two rode a fast horse across Tower Bridge.
In the past few days, Yeats's performance in the arena caused a sensation in London and made him famous.
Many people, guards, and vendors on the bridge recognized Yeats and looked respectfully at him.
The security on the south bank of Lundu is very poor, in stark contrast to the north bank. Yeats also encountered bandits outside the city. Civilians, mercenaries, and refugees can all be found on the south bank.
"Master, it's a mess in front, something seems to have happened. I'll go over and take a look first."
Phokas frowned and looked away.
Ahead is a simple camp with patched tents.
Three wolf-sect demon hunters wearing plate armor and carrying big swords surrounded the white-haired man sitting by the campfire drinking.
The three of them all had stern eyes and sharp auras. They were all desperadoes. Each of them showed the aura of a high-level person, occupying the position and firmly blocking the white-haired man's escape route.
“Jero, I finally found you.”
The leader of the demon hunter wore a mask, with a thin figure and a hoarse voice:
“When you killed your mentor, you thought of this day, right?”
No one can escape from the wolf. Even the famous lone wolf was no exception to the school's siege.
However, Jero did not look flustered at all. He raised his eyes and looked around, saying:
"Are there only three of you?"
"Killing you is enough." The masked man narrowed his eyes.
“No, it’s not enough.”
Jero shook his head repeatedly and pointed out: “Let me see, the three of you can’t even beat that little girl.”
Gray was passing by with her luggage on her back and suddenly felt three sharp eyes directed at her.
Three people: "..."
Gray: (ー`ー)
If you don’t want to cause trouble, just scare them away!
The pressure of a five-ringed powerhouse surged from Gray's body.
The majestic power condensed into a ferocious red dragon behind her!
“Holy shit!”
The three of them were shocked, wondering if this person was Jero's helper?
I turned around and saw Jero running wildly, his figure already more than a hundred feet away!
The three of them have not figured out the situation yet. The leading man bowed to Gray and said:
"If I have offended you, please forgive me, senior. We will leave now!"
< br>After saying that, the man made a look to his two serious-looking companions.
Gray nodded lightly.
The three of them were relieved, exhaled heavily, and quickly disappeared.
On the other side.
Jero is as light as a swallow and has a complicated expression.
What the hell, I wanted to provoke the three of them, but ended up provoking the real boss!
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Jero saw Count Yeats riding towards him.
I was really lucky today, I saw big names in a row!
Gero greeted loudly:
"Your Majesty, there are strong enemies in the fifth ring ahead, so we should take a detour!"
Yeats was slightly startled and looked away. , only to see Gray stunned there, showing a rare coy gesture.
Gray: (ω)
Yeats: (ω)
There is Gray before me, please bear witness!
"I'm still thinking about which five-ring hero you are... I didn't expect you to have been promoted to the fifth ring." Yeats said with a smile.
“This is all thanks to the help of the elders!” Gray raised his head and spoke with pride.
"You must have gone through a lot of hardships before your soul power could be promoted." Yeats said in a broad voice.
Gray's eyes flashed slightly, and the hardships she suffered in the Land of Dragons appeared before her eyes. She immediately shook her head and said calmly: "Anyway, I'm back!"
Yeats smiled. Nodding: "Let's go, I made something delicious for you."
"What's delicious?" Gray's eyes lit up. "Uh...cured ham made from dead eagles."
"Can that thing be eaten?!" Grace said in a change of tone.
Yeats smiled happily.
Back, the familiar feeling is back!
On the hill, Jero looked down at Yeats and Gray, who were chatting happily, and rubbed his chin.
“I didn’t expect that Earl Yeats would befriend such a strong man with five rings, and he was still a young girl.”
Jero was thoughtful, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
“It seems that he is also very good at eating soft food... I really want to ask him for advice!”
*
Gray returned from the Land of the Dragon, not only did she He discovered the hidden dangers of the Dragon's Heart and was successfully promoted to the fifth ring.
This is undoubtedly good news that is rare in recent days.
Yeats and Gray return to Silver Birch Manor.
As soon as Gray entered the hall, he saw Snow Owl lying stiffly on the ground, and his smile suddenly stopped.
She stepped forward quickly, leaned over to detect the snowy owl's breathing, her eyes were startled, and she said in a trembling voice:
"Yeats, snowy owl, what happened to it?!"
Yeats watched calmly and said: "It is training [suspended death]. I just taught it how to cast the spell yesterday, and it has now practiced it properly."
Gray was stunned for a moment, and saw that the touched snowy owl had regained its body temperature again.
The snow-white bird squinted at Gray with arrogant eyes, as if to say, is it powerful?
Gray was angry and rubbed the fat bird hard with his hands: "You can't escape from my hands before eating!"
Fokas watched the three of them silently, with some trouble in his eyes. Happy, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
“Oh, by the way, Yeats, I brought you a gift from the Land of the Dragon—here, this!”
Gray took out a fruit with a dark red skin from the space bag.
It is covered with black lines like dragon scales, and there are spikes like dragon horns growing on the top, exuding a burning aura.
Yeats was stunned for a moment.
“Could this be... dragon fruit?!”
“It’s [Dragon Flame Fruit], a rare and exotic fruit that grows near the crater, which helps firepower. The power of magic has been improved!" Gray said.
Yeats pondered:
"I'm not very good at the flame genre, but I can make this [Dragon Flame Fruit] into a dessert... It should be helpful to your flame dragon breath."
Gray's eyes suddenly lit up, with an expression as if she was waiting for your words.
Yeats shook his head dumbly and picked up the Dragon Flame Fruit: "I'll be right back."
Soon, Yeats brought out the [Dragon Flame Fruit Egg Tart].
The panel shows that it can increase the proficiency level of flame school spells, which is a pretty good dish.
In addition to the golden egg liquid, the crispy egg tart shell also has orange-red pulp, which exudes a charming aroma and reddish light.
Gray couldn't wait to taste the Dragon Flame Fruit Tart. When she took a bite, the filling was sweet and the fiery fire element was running through her body. Her eyes widened in an instant and she breathed out a cluster of flames.
“It feels like eating lava made with hot honey!” Gray exclaimed.
“I want to eat too!” Zhuan Ya shouted.
Yeats: (￣～￣)
The accomplishments of the flame school have been upgraded from proficiency to proficiency level, corresponding to the third-ring mage.
There is still some distance between the four-ring fireball technique with bare hands, but cooking with flames is more convenient!
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Afternoon.
Yeats came to the arena as planned.
Just one more win to advance to the semi-finals.
The Athletic Conference is a grand event for the entire Golden Lion Kingdom. It is enthusiastic and packed inside and outside the venue.
Since this year's competition is limited to knights under the age of thirty, it can be said that the first place in the competition represents the first person of the younger generation of Golden Lions!
Compared to the poetry project, the six major duke families of the Golden Lion Kingdom pay more attention to the duel project.
Except for the Suffolk family, which was unable to attend due to the unexpected death of the "Duke of Suffolk," the other five major families sent representatives to attend.
The arena was packed with seats and people were buzzing. In the luxurious box, Calvin said respectfully:
"Father, what do you think of this duel between Count Yeats and Viscount Hodi Alba? Who will win?"
Duke Thomas looked a little tired, his fat face was quickly losing weight, his face was thin, his blue eyes were cold, and he said:
"If he even loses Alba's son, How can I cooperate with him if he can't be defeated?"
In recent days, Thomas has been traveling around the country to eradicate the blood counts placed by the Scarlet Society within the nobility, which has cost him a lot of energy.
However, even he is extremely concerned about the competitive conference. After all, the participants in this conference will become the pillars of the Golden Lion in the next few decades.
"What my father said is true." Calvin nodded deeply, "I will also work hard to get a good ranking and not let you down."
Thomas nodded slightly, but there was a trace of worry on his eyebrows. Calvin may not be the opponent of the wolf-sect demon hunter.
From his perspective, in the entire conference, the only one qualified to compete with the civilian-born demon hunter was Yeats.
within the venue.
Jodi Alba is wearing Gothic plate armor and has a majestic appearance, but his eyes are a little gloomy, making him difficult to get close to.
Looking at Count Yeats walking towards him, Hody didn’t want to talk to him at all.
This kind of heresy that believes in the gods, but is favored by the gods, is simply the mortal enemy of the Holy See!
“Let’s get started.” Hodi followed the aristocratic etiquette and said coldly, “Count Yeats, please enlighten me.”
The two exchanged courtesies and the duel officially began.
Hody held a lance in his hand, his whole body burning with bright white fighting spirit, his eyes were like a torch, and he suddenly charged!
The most basic charge combat skill, with the blessing of this hot holy light fighting spirit, its power cannot be underestimated!
Cang!
Yeats only used his stabbing sword to fend off the sharp spears, and with quick steps, he dodged sideways.
Hody, who was holding a heavy spear, lost his balance due to Yeats's parry. A trace of shock flashed in his eyes, and his body leaned forward uncontrollably.
The first time they met, Huo Di was wary of Dasheng. Yeats's sword skills may have entered the realm of experts!
However, Hody comes from a well-known family, has practiced spear skills since he was a child, and has extremely quick reactions.
Seeing that he was about to fall down in embarrassment, Hody stepped forward and a three-foot-large crater was created with a 'bang', and waves of air surged.
His arm muscles bulged, he shouted loudly, forcefully rounded the spear, and swept it towards Yeats's chest with great force!
This shot is like thunder. Once it hits, it will be shattered to pieces!
However, Yeats had no idea of evading. Faced with this overwhelming force, he chose to fight with his skills!
Clang!
Under the spotlight, Yeats used the standard swift sword to hold the spear again.
The collision of gold and gold, and the flexibility of his sword skills made Hody's eyes flash with surprise!
Suddenly, Hody's spear stabbed Yeats's wrist like a poisonous snake, trying to force him to drop the weapon.
But Yeats seemed to have expected it, and retreated in an airy manner.
Hody bites tightly and wraps himself around like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole. In an instant, it stabs out a shower of afterimages, and the offensive weaves an airtight net!
Combat Skill·Phantom Gun!
Cang! clang! clang!
Yeats used offense instead of defense, and every sword he swung collided with the tip of Hody's spear.
Mars flying!
The audience screamed.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Count Yeats is very skillful, and his swordsmanship is far better than Hody's spearmanship!
Hody felt the tiger's mouth was slightly numb and his breathing was disordered, knowing that he could no longer fall into Yeats' rhythm.
So, he suddenly changed his moves, roared angrily, jumped up, and smashed the spear down with great force.
Boom! !
A huge crater opened up on the ground, and smoke billowed.
It flashed with the blue light of the magic pet plane opening, and a flying shadow quickly rushed out of the smoke!
The shock in Hody’s eyes was undisguised.
——The reason why he is blindly defensive is that he is using his magic power to summon his magic pet? !
Hody has watched Yeats's duel and knows that he is very good at taming animals. Faced with a pincer attack between him and a king-level monster, his chances of winning are slim!
However, as long as the beast tamer is defeated, the demon pet will be defeated!
Hody's gun became more and more fierce, the holy light fighting energy around him surged brightly, and the originally exhausted momentum climbed again!
Spell·Blessing of Holy Light.
The Holy Light School is best at protracted battles, relying on recovery spells and buffs to constantly torture their opponents.
The Holy Light Priest also has a spell called 'Thought Stealing', which can predict the opponent's thoughts, thereby making himself invincible.
Highlight the word ‘dirty’!
Snowy owls hovered in the sky, condensed with majestic frost elements, and dark clouds enveloped the arena.
The audience had a premonition that the power of this spell would be extremely amazing, and they all looked up.
Even Hody felt a strong sense of crisis and charged towards Yeats quickly!
However.
Yeats' body-protecting fighting spirit suddenly surged up, and he rushed out quickly.
Wild Hunting Combat Technique: Charged Charge!
Boom! !
The two forces collided with each other, creating a powerful aftermath that impacted the field barrier.
In the stands, the jester Mormo exclaimed: "The bard charges against the knight? Can't he think about it!"
Colin sneered.
On the other side, Jero's eyes were deep, with a trace of hidden hatred in his eyes... The Wild Hunt combat skill was used again!
Boom! !
Hody's pupils shrank, and he felt that his body was out of control and flew backwards!
Boom!
Hody fell to the ground, and a huge pit was made on the ground. He lay at the bottom of the pit full of cracks, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
——What’s going on? In a frontal charge, I was defeated by a bard? !
The venue fell into silence for a moment.
Duke Alba's eyes changed slightly and he looked high into the sky, only to see that the Snow Owl's large-scale spell had finished singing!
“This momentum is...a five-ring spell?!”
The Duke of Alba was moved by it... Although he was misguided, this power is really amazing!
In an instant, a violent wind and snow blew among the dark clouds, hail fell, the wind was as strong as a knife, and the entire barrier was shaken!
"Yeats's magic pet actually mastered the five-ring spell." Duke Lannister's eyes flashed.
June next to him sighed, "After all, I watched Snow Owl become the magic god's choice with my own eyes!"
The blizzard shook the entire venue, and the white blizzard swallowed up Hodi.
The nobles in the stands were silent. The power of this spell was already more powerful than the ordinary five-ring spell!
A long time.
The wind and snow subsided.
Hody has fallen into a coma!
After a brief silence, the arena seemed to be boiling!
In the king's box, the jester Mormo was stunned on the spot, with an incredible expression.
——Won, actually Yeats, the deadwood Baron, won? !
Mormo could only smile bitterly.
It's hot, I suppressed him to lose again!
“At the same age, Duke Brondi is not as good as Yeats.”
Richard the Lionheart nodded slightly and pointedly said:
“If Yeats Being able to advance to the fifth ring... I think he is also qualified to become a Duke!"
"Gu~"
The snowy owl flew high in the sky, gathered its wings, and landed on Yeats' raised left arm.
The image of this handsome young man holding a sword in one hand and an eagle in the other was imprinted in the eyes of the demon hunter Eva.
Eva sighed softly:
“I don’t know how many noble ladies are tempted by this Earl Yeats.”
Roger sighed: “ It’s not unfair for me to lose to him.”
"I have seen it before." Jero said seriously:
"Earl Yeats is a master of eating soft rice!"
(End of this chapter)
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