After doing a little tinkering with his skill, and a few objects, he picked up along their travels. He was able to make a fine set of batons. By using a few sticks, and his ability, he made the roots intertwine to it, and then coated it with a special sap.
Satisfied, he went to see their moping companion, who was still sighing in the side of their tent.
“Hey Cortus, can you spar with me?”
Chris greets, giving out his most cheerful expression as he stood there. The fellow just gave him a defeated look before returning to drawing on the dirt.
“I don’t think your weapon is good for that.”
The guy was pertaining to his guns, so he quickly fished out his newly made weapons from his back.
“I have these!”
Several mumbles woke up Chris in his slumber, he recognize the voices to be Rombus and Cortus arguing. He listens for a while to see what it was they were fighting over.“Don’t bother him. Let the kid sleep.”The older one was scolding the younger and was certainly pertaining to him. He opened his eyes; the sun wasn’t even up yet but the sky was lighting up.His mind was still groggy from having just waken up, but he was sure that he had forgotten something.“But I can’t go to the fountain without a weapon. He promised me he’d fix it.”Cortus whined, his sound almost a whimper, trying to hold it in. It was at that point that he remembered the thing he was creating, feeling it beside him.“We’ll, the boy seem
“Rombus, what happened?”Chris screamed aloud seeing the two as he rushed to his companions. He was in panic, realizing that people had just passed without even a care.The moment he arrived, both of them were already down. The elder sat with his back on the fountain, groaning in pain. The youngster slumped on the stone pavement, face first on the ground. It left there a small crater from where his head had hit.He went straight for Cortus as he was unconscious and beaten to a pulp, blood splattered everywhere where he lay.“ “We’ve been robbed! Everything’s gone.”It was the first thing that Rombus noticed when he was moving again. The old guy kept rummaging on the empty crates that they had, gaping as there was nothing left there.“What? No, we weren’t!”Chris tells him. As the man’s face was turning red, throwing things around and breaking several of the surrounding stuff, almost causing the tent to fall.“Then where did all the beast meat go?”Rombus shouts, heaving deep breaths as he gestured to the containers, glaring at him full of murderous intent.“I sold them. Isn’t that what you wanted?”Chris could not help but arched a brow, not thinking that the guThe Matriarch Chapter 42 Side effects of the world
As he’d expected, the Drogan’s were a force to be reckoned with. Even with the help of the surrounding plants, they could still match him.With the amount of power that he released within the woods, it allowed the flora to move on their own.They sprouted their roots through the earth. Some trees also started producing spikes to shoot off on the unsuspecting warriors.Yet they fought on, avoiding the attacks the best they can, hacking away on anything that moved and blocked their way.No matter how much they got wounded or thrown, they literally stood their ground and continued to attack.“Your bound to deplete your magic, wizard!”The leader of the group shouted in a war cry, as he joined in on the fight, realizing that they w
“You are certain about this?”King Duseous sat on his throne with this dissatisfied expression on him. Head resting on one hand, his jaw clenched while looking at the naked youngsters that were kneeling right before him.It irked him seeing that pathetic stated they were in, after the soldiers had found them hidden deep into the forest. It was truly something quite unacceptable for someone from the royal family.“Yes, father, this child could make the woodland bend to his will.”Prince Arlan had this stern look on his face, still feeling that sickening twist in his stomach after being humiliated like that in front of his warriors. He was bent on having his revenge, no matter what the cause.The entire story caused a ruckus within the main hall, as advisers and several of the other clansmen started exchanging their take on this
Chris couldn’t keep his face straight, all the while he held the little seed near his ear. They’d been noisy the minute he woke up, whispering “They escape!” repeatedly. He bit his lower lip, tapping his fingers on the makeshift table while staring into the wooden gate. His gaze kept looking at the trees there. After he got back and administered the medicine to Cortus, he could not return to the forest because Asron would not let him. He couldn’t just disobey him, as he knew he needed their protection. They didn’t find any humans there, which left him with the option of going with the Drogans back to their village or staying in that city. Of course, after all that’s happened, he chose to stay with Asron and the others. He thought it was the best, since all he could do now was retrace his steps. “Can you st
“Kid, are you a mage or something?”It was the first thing that Asron said after they had departed from the city. They’ve been traveling for quite some time now, so their companions had fallen asleep.Chris moves close to the front of the carriage to get a better look at him. The Drogan’s face remained stern, his eyes stayed on the road, not bothering to glance at him.“Pardon?”He asks, somewhat confused why that had been brought up. He didn’t think that would matter since they had wizards there.Asron’s shoulder rose before he let out a heavy sigh. Lips curving as he slouched, before he stares at him.“Do you know magic?”He repeats, this time in a much mo
Chris felt his throat was on fire, spitting up blood with each cough. He knew the Drogan was strong but not like this; the fighter was also fast, evading everything he threw at him.Yet he basically decimated every plant that he had called out, broke his root dome and trunk wall as if it was nothing.“Is that all you’ve got, child? You won’t take me down with that kind of puny attack.”Asron spat, tapping his sword on his shoulder while looking down on the beaten up human.Chris was on his knees, feeling that strike he gave him. He felt like his gut had burst from being bludgeoned by that weapon.Of course, he was still hesitant to use all of his power, not wanting to cause an accident. But he was thinking if it was really the right thing to do.As of now he was