Novelas y relatos de Skyrim Harvest Wood Elf Blood

With this gourd of sap, he no longer had to worry about losing blood essence in the future. He was right to drop by the Elven forest this time. Not only did he get the Sun Bow, one of the three ancient weapons needed for system evolution, but he also got the sacred tree sap that restored blood essence. This was such a great place for him. “How was it, Master David? Did it work?” Isa asked softly when she saw David smiling. Evie also observed David closely. Of course, she hoped the Elves could help David, too. “Yes! Thank you, Ms. Isa, this sacred tree sap can indeed replenish my blood essence, and it’s better than I expected!” David replied happily.

Blood gushes from my nose—heals fast, but still. Branches rain down. Three attackers tumble from above and stay down. That leaves two—maybe three. Thank fuck Violet warned me. I stagger upright, dizzy for two steps, then bolt after a shadow weaving between trunks. No illusions this time—head’s pounding too much. I close the gap and grab him. Dark-skinned, pointed-eared—an elf. Unseelie elf. Blood magic. Great. He’s already bleeding from nose, ears, one eye. He collapses—dead before he hits the moss.

His fever was rising, and the wounds needed something stronger. I scavenged the edge of the woods behind our hiding spot. Luck was with me; near a rotting stump, I found a few clusters of *Blood-Clot Reishi*, a potent coagulant. Further in, I managed to shake a few withered, frost-bitten hazelnuts from a thicket—shrunken, but enough to keep a heart beating. I returned to Rhys, preparing to crush the Reishi, when I felt the air shift.

“The pack is angry, Killian. They see you protecting this woman and her unborn heir while our blood is spilled. If she truly stands with us, let her prove it.” Killian looked at me. “How?” “There is a hidden supply store in the Weeping Woods,” Harkan replied, a thin smile on his lips. “It belongs to Silver Crest. It is sealed with blood magic. Only someone from the Vance line can open it. If Elara brings back the medicine and silver weapons inside, we can treat our wounded and arm our warriors.” My heart began to pound. “The Weeping Woods are full of Silas’s trackers,” I said quietly. “That is not a mission. It is a death sentence.”

Right now they were black, which meant she was in a mood. “Did you finish the ritual preparations?” Fenris asked. “Almost. I need one more component.” She held up a vial filled with something that glowed faintly gold. “Wolf blood is easy. I’ve got plenty of that from your… recruits. And I can harvest moonlight during the full moon, obviously. But I need something from the bonded pair. Hair, blood, a personal item. Something that carries their essence.” “And how do you propose we get that? The fortress is locked down tighter than a virgin on her wedding night.”

Using the jagged end of the part still attached to the sapling, I cut a small gash into the back of her forearm. When I squeezed the skin around the wound, blood oozed out slowly, just the way I wanted. Licking my lips and the sight and smell, I smeared a bit of her blood onto the end of the broken limb, coloring the freshly exposed white wood pink. Satisfied with my handiwork, I led my new friend a short distance back into the trees where I could drink undisturbed.

While turning a human was done from biting on the wrist of the human. If the moon goddess approves of the mating mark, syncing can be done successfully. And if she doesn't approve of it, it would be just as a random wolf's bite. I drew my claws out, slitting my wrist open. I fed her my blood. The blood of an Original. The most sacred blood. I wasn't surprised when we actually synced, if anything at all, I was scared. Scared to be gifted a mate at this point of my life where the only thing I seeked for was revenge.

Wilson hissed with something akin to irritation. “The blood he uses in production. He’s using werewolf blood. The elixir wouldn’t be so rare if everyone could just use their werewolf blood to make the elixir,” My eyes widened and from beside me, I felt the surprise and waves of shock rolling off Lily too. “Whose blood then? Whose blood is sufficient enough to make the elixir?” Lily asked him. “Don’t bother. You can’t get it,” Wilson chucked. “Just tell us! WHOSE BLOOD?” I hissed in anger and irritation.

He would require magic for this, the kind that only an elf can channel. 'You have something that can be of help', I say. 'What?' I push back her hair, and confirm my suspicions on spotting her pointed ears. An elf, then. 'You are in possession of kingpeas, are you not?' She opens her mouth to talk, but then looks down and nods. 'Quick. I need them now. It is the only thing that can save him now. He's lost too much blood'. She dashes into the house and returns seconds later with a small, inconspicuous pouch. She hands it to me with much hesitation, and I understand why, but there's no time to question her.

There we go! " If V1 gives the cure, we would need Jewelwort the life source of the Grand Tree, which will give the cure enough power to grow faster than the curse spreads. If Jewelwort isn't enough power, don't use up all its power, the elves might faint due to the death of the Grand Tree. Immediately return it and if possible use Kaen's Rosepast, the Jewelwort is more powerful than Kaen's Rosepast due to its age. The Rosepast should just need to give a little more power. If it's still not enough, summon V1 and convince him to help Kaen. He shouldn't refuse when seeing Kaen trying his best and almost out of mana like that. If we fail to receive Jewelwort, return to the Elf Village and start