Novel & Cerita Swords & Potions

Medyo na-gamay ko na ang sword ko, madali lang kasi itong kontrolin. I also added a feature sa weapons ko, for the sword, I requested for it to be a necklace, tapos maa-activate siya if tatanggalin sa leeg ip-press then is-swing. For the bow naman, it's a bracelet, same activation, and lastly, the quiver with bows, ay isang hikaw.

Pushing open the back door to his stall, I gazed at the array of weapons that lay on the tables. Swords, bows, arrows and axes littered the tables. "When did you have time for this?" I whispered. Father surely hadn't done all of these in one day. As I gazed at the array of weapons, one weapon caught my eye. It was a silver sword. At the base of the handle was a purple gemstone. Gently grasping it, I felt the weight shift in my hand. Swords weren't my cup of tea. To me, they were heavy and left you open, but I still loved the way this sword looked.

Alchemy menu release. Alchemy menu show in front their face, every Nin Guild member starts the process Potion Maker after their mistress gives an explanation, each of them making ten thousand health Potion for Mortal stage 1. "Leader, the herb for next Potion in the future can't support anymore." Slave two worry after this production they don't have stock, he speaks with little sound.

I hoped every tip he’d given me in training would pay off. A few minutes later, the assistant had me geared up in the custom warrior armor, fitting it perfectly. Then the announcement boomed: “Nyra Virellion versus Phaedor Soryn!” While the commentator ran through our profiles, I double-checked the potions at my waistband. We could only carry three. I skipped the strength potion too much fatigue afterward and the wit potion too, since my reflexes were already sharp. That left me with the potion of mindfulness and a healing potion. Mindfulness helped me plan my next move before I even made it, and the healing one was a lifesaver, especially without a wolf to rely on. It could bring me back to

I twisted violently and stabbed upward blind, blade sinking into its chest with a burst of light that shattered the form, but weakness flooded me completely, body heavy and slow. Potions in my pack. I fumbled for one with shaking hands, uncorking and gulping the bitter liquid that burned down my throat and ignited fire in my veins, strength returning gradual as the remaining wolves circled wary. I stood unsteady, dagger raised, and charged the closest with a yell, blade swinging in furious arcs that connected twice, draining me less now with the potion's boost. The wolf phased through one strike but solidified for the next, my thrust piercing its eye with a pop of energy that made it dissolv

“Didn’t even stir.” “Good,” I said quietly. “Let him rest.” Maddie nodded and came back to the counter, wiping her eyes before forcing a shaky breath. “What do you even take for something like this?” She muttered, opening drawers and pulling out jars at random. “Do you pack potions or swords or—I don’t know—a miracle?” “Both, if I could,” I said wryly, gathering bundles of dried wolfsbane and stargrass into small paper wraps. “Mostly healing salves. Maybe a few defensive potions. The border’s unpredictable.”

He frowned, realizing that he was slowly being surrounded by the malicious spirits. Just as Harry found himself cornered, Kim rushed onto the battlefield, a massive cloth sack slung over his shoulder and a handful of magical potions that Maria had prepared earlier gripped tightly in his hands. His eyes swept the battlefield, and seeing Harry being relentlessly pushed back by the vengeful spirits, he wasted no time. He pulled out several vials of potion and hurled them toward the surrounding spirits without hesitation. He actions were erratic, almost reckless, as he tossed the bottles seemingly at random. But fate was on his side—several vials struck the shadowy apparitions, and in an instant

I awkwardly shifted my gaze away, pretending to be interested in the store’s fine architecture. “I can pack it, but these potions must be taken under a healer’s supervision,” the owner said. I could feel her eyes on me. “Don’t worry, my brother is a healer. And I can guarantee he, too, would love to increase our bride’s stamina,” Ezra said. Choking on air, I broke into coughs. Clearing my throat, I pointed at the vials with tapering pointed ends that looked like horns. The pink and blue light in them seemed to be alive and swirled around the circular ridges of the horns.

The trees swayed distorted. The rogue leader's jaws snapped mere inches from my face. I countered with a swipe of my claws, ripping the rogue leader’s ear. The rogue howled, enraged. I seized the opening, delivering a crushing blow. The rogue leader immediately crumpled, defeated. The remaining rogues rushed to me but it was easier for me. My claws singled around, cutting their heads, tails, and ears. The smart ones among them ran with one of their body part missing while the rest stayed to be killed completely.

"Yes, Alpha Jasper." Staring at the sword in my hands, I slowly unsheathed it. The sword was just as beautiful as the last time I had used it; the steel blade gleamed, as though it had been just freshly sharpened. When I used to use the blade a lot, I'd ask my guards to keep the sword in a mixture of Wolfsbane and Dahlia juice. It was well known amongst wolves that one slice of a blade infused with that mixture could poison and kill in seconds.