Jericho Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

She rolled her eyes and wondered, “Hmm… I am wondering why the imperial army didn’t destroy the white magic books; do they think it was useless? Or they don’t even know it was here.” “Beats me, probably because the title didn’t have the word ‘magic’ on it?” Jeremiah giggled. “Because the healing spell that I learned was from a book called ‘Alternative Healing’ or something like that.” Jeremiah paused, “you need to read it, in order to know what’s inside, I bet those armies were too lazy to read. All they care was to train their muscles so it can be as hard as a rock.”

“And I’m dressed now, just so you know. Not that you can see anything in here.” “Do you know who’s out there?” Jericho paused as if he was listening. Maybe he was scenting the air as well. I don’t know. After an agonizing 30 seconds he says “Both sides. They will have to deal with each other before anyone attempts to get to us in here.”

In the Eastern Regions, the Topsfields of Swordhaven Keep were the undisputed overlords. Even in a place like Chetvine, full of hidden powers, Jericho considered himself a top-tier prodigy. Very few from the great clans or royal houses ever earned his genuine respect. However, the moment Andrew's Inferno Strike connected with his palm, Jericho felt like his entire hand was about to explode. An agonizing, bone-deep burning sensation shot through it, so intense he nearly screamed out loud. "Get back!" Jericho roared, his chest burning with rage and his aura spilling with killing intent.