Chapter 236 The Legend of Skellig

Author: Panda's Big Wooden House

Chapter 236 The Legend of Skellig

Lann smiled and made a promise to senior Druid, and then began to ask about the possible identity of the druid traitor and how to find the other party.

Graceret began to think seriously: "The druids will not stay in the same place for a long time, even scholars have to travel to the mainland, so it is difficult to find the traitor accurately."

"But guys who are willing to join the savages of Swabulo must have shown clues in their daily words and deeds, not to mention capturing our apprentices..."

Gracemidt thought for a while and decided to ask for help from others: "I need to consult with the seniors who often stay in Oak Ring to practice, and they may point us the way."

"It takes a little time, so you have to wait patiently."

Gracemit's tone was very stable, showing the demeanor a druid should have.

This made Gede, who was behind Lane, silence his lips.

And Lane smiled and nodded.

"During this waiting time, I think you can visit King Bran. You should be relatives, right?" Grasmit suddenly suggested: "He has encountered some trouble... no, it should be said to be a big trouble."

...

After a few days, when King Bran appeared in front of Lane again, he was already much more haggard with his naked eyes.

The once heroic and sturdy king of the archipelago has now lost weight and his cheeks have sunk deeply; the bearded man who was originally well maintained is now dirty and messy, showing his master's poor physical condition.

King Bran didn't notice Lane's arrival at all, and his attention was attracted by the hospital bed in front of him.

Lying on the hospital bed was Sfanregia Ann Tursek, the son of King Bran, who was dying.

He lay on the oak bed, underneath his body was covered with soft cushions made of mistletoe and holly leaves, and the air was filled with scented scents that Lane could not smell.

Four candles were lit in four directions of Sfanreggi, and a druid stood at Sfanreggi's bed and muttered. As soon as Lane stepped into the house, he felt the griffin badge on his chest shaking slightly.

The druid is performing their world-famous healing magic, and it is obviously not the first time in so many days.

But even so, Sfanregi's condition was still more than the one when he was attacked by a giant bear a few days ago. At this moment, he was almost turned into a corpse. Only through his weak breathing can he be distinguished from the dead.

Even Lann judged that the injured person was still breathing through the slight shaking of the oak leaves placed in front of Sfanregi's nose, rather than the ups and downs of his chest - because Sfanregi's chest did not rise or fall at all, and his entire body did not move at all.

It is worth noting that even though the son was so dying, there was only King Bran who was the father in the room, while Birna, as the mother, was missing.

Lanen looked around and had a little guess in his mind.

...

In addition to Sfanregie, King Bran, and the druid who are performing healing magic, there are several druid apprentices in the room as assistants, and they are explaining Sfanregie's current situation to Easter.

Lane glanced at it and stepped forward slowly. His appearance and heraldry were too iconic. When the Druid apprentice saw him approaching, he immediately nodded slightly as a greeting and explained together:

"Sfan Rigi is dying, we can do nothing, and the magic now is just to maintain his life as much as possible."

The first sentence made Lane and East frown together.

The Druid apprentice said regretfully: "Our magic is 'healing', not 'resurrection'. And Sfanregie was too seriously injured."

"That was the full-strength blow of the Verka Berserker. Even a foot-thick oak latch could be broken, not to mention a human body..."

The apprentice sighed: "Sfan Rigi is usually practicing martial arts diligently and is wearing a thick bear-wool cloak at that time. This gave him a certain buffer and did not kill him on the spot... but that's all."

East gritted his teeth. He was close to his nephew and could not accept the result.

"Aren't he still alive now? He's just injured, there must be some rescue." East spoke very lowly at this moment, and even brought a little pleading.

The Druid apprentice's posture was even lower: "We tried our best, but Sfanreji's injury was so serious... Let me explain to you, when he was carried over, he even vomited a small piece of lung tissue fragment. You are brave and good at fighting, and you must understand what this means. We have done our best to maintain his life now."

Easter certainly knows what the information in the apprentice's discourse represents.

He took two steps back dejectedly, almost fell, and was supported by Lane.

The joy of just eliminating the Swabro Sect is gone at this moment.

King Bran and East can be said to be the two most prestigious people in the archipelago. When they saw these two warriors who could be written into poetry, even the druid apprentice showed their feelings.

He comforted, "We also contacted the priests of the goddess Freya. Although they were helpless in the treatment methods they had at present, Lord Dona and Lord Sigdrifa, the high priest, have been praying in front of the statue of the Virgin for many days, and a miracle might happen in a while."

What a desperate person who has the idea of ​​making the arrival of a miracle the only hope.

But this was King Bran and East's only expectation at the moment.

...

I don’t know how long it took, but the druid who was casting the spell slowly opened his eyes. The richness of the herbal fragrance in the house reached its peak at this moment, and it even reached a choking point.

Sfanregia's pale face also flashed through a hint of rosy, like an illusion.

...

Inside the house was the dying Sfanregie, the worried druid, the sad face of King Bran, and the sighing East.

Only Lann's expression and aura were incompatible with them.

He had a plan in his mind.

He glanced at King Bran and did not dare to tell the other party directly about his thoughts. Lane quietly pulled Istrian aside and whispered.

"Uncle, you and your aunt have lived for so long. You must know that there is special power in our bloodline, right?"

Easter's face was not overwhelmed and he frowned at Lane, wondering why his proud nephew brought up this topic at this time.

But then he thought of something and showed an incredible look of expectation.

East asked tentatively, "You mean... Ancient Blood? If you mean this, then I know that it is because of it that I did not give birth to descendants with your aunt."

"But she seems to have not awakened the power in it, and can only peek from the history books and...Pavita, and she is very repulsive of this power."

Queen Carranser failed to awaken the ancient blood. She herself also hated the power brought by the elf bloodline. Instead, her daughter, Cili's mother, Paveta, had awakened at her adult banquet.

Unfortunately, Paveta died unexpectedly later, and Carranser also blamed the death of his daughter on the doom brought by the ancient blood.

In fact, after pursuing the bloodline of Karanser, every person who awakens the ancient blood has many twists and turns in his life, and even dies because of it. From this perspective, Karanser's understanding of the ancient blood cannot be miscalculated.

Of course, there are also reasons why all awakened people have only a slight understanding of the power of bloodline, and they are not able to fully awaken and just touch the edge. Unlike Lan En, there is a double blessing from the system and the mirror master.

Even Xili in the original work, as the first blood carrier in history who completely awakened the ancient blood, was once in danger because of this power. In a sense, the damage caused to Xili by the ancient blood far exceeded the harvest.

Easter's eyes looked forward to it: "I heard Mossak say that you seem to have completely awakened the power in the ancient blood, so that you can show all kinds of powers beyond our understanding on the battlefield."

"Could it be that the ancient blood also has powerful power in the field of healing?"

In response to Easter's question, Lane nodded and shook his head again.

"That's not the power of healing, but more like a one-time... rebirth?" Lane carefully used the words, even if that was exaggerated enough. "I can only cast it once for everyone, and only this time, no matter how serious the injuries are, they can be recovered, and even the hidden injuries on the body and the old injuries can be removed."

Lanen refers naturally to contract [respondent].

When Easter heard this, he immediately became excited and grabbed Lane's hand, and was about to get to King Bran: "One is enough!"

But Lane quickly grabbed Easter and refused to let him tell King Bran that the news was too early.

Because Lann has no skill points.

In addition to adding points of skills, Lann will only save one skill for emergency needs. If he encounters a minion who particularly wants a contract, or if there are important people around him who are dying, use this skill point to play a role.

Just now, he had used this skill point to contract Bill, a heterogeneous berserker and a grassroots hero.

He did not expect Sfanregie to be so bad, and King Bran never mentioned his son's situation to Lane. Lane always thought that the other party could get proper help in the Oak Ring.

If King Bran had explained the situation to Lann earlier, whether from a practical point of view or in terms of closeness and alienation, Lann would have used this skill point to save Sfan Rigi.

It’s also a big fault that Lane didn’t explain his abilities to the two earlier. It’s just that he has too many secrets and has never had the habit of telling his abilities to others.

At this moment, he could only explain to Easter: "The foundation of ancient blood is magic, and therefore I need enough chaotic energy to display this ability. Generally speaking, I need to find some magic items to absorb the chaotic energy inside to activate my abilities."

In fact, Lann had collected a lot of runes and magical gems from the mirror master before, but he had already given them to Mossak and Jeron to study magic. Some of them had simply become enchantments and insults on his own equipment. He had no longer any of them that could be converted into skill points at all times.

The ability to cast requires the energy in magic items, which is within East's understanding. He thinks it is very reasonable. If a spellcaster wants to cast some powerful spells, he often needs to use special props, terrain, weather, and even solar eclipse astronomical phenomena.

Easter pondered: "This is no problem. The Tulsek family has a lot of collections. I immediately wrote a letter... No, let the tutor here help open the portal and go back to Xiaoskelig Island to find it."

"But the magic items I need are quite special, not all of them meet this requirement," Lann explained. "If it doesn't work, then I can still gain power from... uh, hunting monsters, or helping others fulfill certain wishes."

Lan En did not say "punish evil and support the weak" such as "punishing the evil" and "supporting the weak".

Even so, Easter showed an incredible expression.

Because this has completely exceeded the knowledge of the sea knight, no known spell caster is this way to improve power.

But soon East also showed a thoughtful expression: "'Lannister, a thousand gold', this is the reason why you gave people everywhere in Sintra, because you can gain power from it?"

Lane nodded: "I don't know how long Sfan Rigi can last, if it's time..."

As he said that, Lann glanced at his experience bar that was not much different from the full value. Maybe it would be faster than looking for magical items everywhere to complete a task in Oak Land. Especially in this case, the soldiers of the entire Tulsek family would help him, and the efficiency was absolutely high.

After hearing Lann's reason, Easter thought, "Then I will ask the soldiers of the family to help you... help others. Then I will also go to the Druid to open the portal and go back to the family to find the magic items you need. Don't tell Bran about this matter for now, so as not to have a big ups and downs in his emotions. I just hope that Sfanregie can hold on..."

Lane nodded in approval.

But then he slapped his head and suddenly remembered whether he had obtained a wolf-tooth necklace in Freya's garden, which was the ancient magic prop that could create an immortal werewolf. It seemed to be a source of magic.

This kind of new things never appeared in his memory in time.
To be continued...