Swords & Potions 소설 & 이야기

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

Suddenly, he jumped into the air and yelled, "Boundless heaven and earth, universal Storm of Swords!" The weather immediately changed. The light from the Unsullied Sword grew multiple times brighter and produced countless sword illusions that danced around Xiao Chen. The tightly condensed sword lights bounced off the whiteness of the snow. The crowd below gasped in shock. The Storm of Swords was one of the most abstruse sword arts among the cultivation sects. A perfected spell could alarm even gods and ghosts in the world. It was capable of turning opponents into dust at once.

We leave the mothers to finish dividing the weapons amongst themselves. When we reach the square I find Annie and Ri'elle opening box after box of vials. "What are these?" I ask. "Oh, hey, good you're back. These blue ones are healing potion for poison, the green ones heal any wounds short of losing a limb, and the red ones are weapons. The only issue with the weapons is that Ri'elle and the witches color coded by help vs hurt... we won't know what the weapon does until we use it. Some cause poison like the one used on me, others cause welts to grow all over the body, or they cause any number of other ailments. All we will know going in is that they will cause harm." Annie tells me.

Every death from now on had to be an investment for the future. Pushing open those heavy double doors, Zen remained vigilant. The slime repelling herb was in the first slot of his inventory. He timed himself, and it would take him about half a second to get that herb out. Zen had his sword ready in one hand before even the boss spawned. It was doused in a lot of sleep potion. In his other hand, he held the poison potion.

I touched her forehead and neck but it felt as cold as a marble tile. Suzy started pounding concussions and mixing all sort of herbs together. I removed the necklace from my neck and gave her the prized antidote. I watched her pour five drops of the magic potion into the mortar before picking up a knife to slice her hand. "Everyone come over here, we need some Marshall blood in here," Suzy said as some drop her blood fell into the herbs. I picked up the knife, slashed my wrists, and released some drops of my blood. My wrist started healing up and in some seconds, it was as good as new.

A possibility that could lead me to my freedom. I stood up, dusted my clothes, and walked towards the shelves, flinching every time my head throbbed. My eyes squinted at the endless rows of glass bottles, all filled with liquid; potions of various colors and consistency. Whoever this wizard is, his collection of potions are very impressive. Some of the bottles were clearly labeled, love potion, flying potion, summoning potion, super strength potion while others had scribbles that were barely legible.

"Tired yet? Why has your sword slowed?" "Slow?" Alexander retorted, downing a special potion from the Temple of War, developed by Doctor Abbott. Its effects were swift, with minimal side effects. Revitalized, Alexander's sword speed increased, continuing to pressure Harold. "Ugh! How annoying! Stalling won't save you," Harold grumbled, unable to match Alexander's attack pace and forced to defend. As time passed, Harold sensed something amiss. "You're building up your sword energy?" Alexander's body strength was depleting, but his sword energy grew stronger. Harold felt a deep, growing fear.

Her voice grows irritable as she says, “I can’t believe he’s kept Penelope all these years and that no one knows about it. He’s doing this all out of greed and obsession. But those are powerful things on someone’s soul. He has Penelope and he will not want to lose her, no matter what.” She points to different potions as she says, “That’s why I’m giving you guys these. This one will hide your scent, this one causes a puff of smoke if you need to get away, this one enhances your healing, this one you have to be ultra careful with. This one can immobilize your opponent temporarily, but make sure not to smell it or get it on you or you’ll be rendered useless just like your opponent!” I hug her a

The set only had a long sword, bow and quiver empty of arrows, and a Bo staff. “Maybe. Let’s look for the other set here,” I say placing the Bo staff and longsword on the counter with the bow and quiver. ‘I think the sets left are not for me, but for someone else. Maybe Anna would like them,’ I think letting my magic start to feel out the other set in the room after setting away from the counter. My magic finds the set on the other side of the room near the front of the store. From here they look to have black leather for the sheaths and a gold and red handle for the daggers and short sword. I make my way over, my magic caressing the bow I see. My magic is not connecting fully to them though

As soon as Leo touched the treasure box, the smoke stopped and the light got brighter and once the door was opened the purple light emitting completely vanished and all Leo could see in the chest was an old tattered paper, a purple-colored sword, a skill rock and a black coat with a hood. The first thing any Swordsmen would do is to pick up the weapon so did Leo but he couldn’t figure out anything when he checked the sword status all he could see are questions marks, so he understood that he is not that level to use them, so he picked everything up and stored them in his bag and went the way he came back from.