Chapter 89 Is this staff at least an orange weapon?
Gretel stared blankly at the oak staff in his hand.
Turn it sideways, weigh it, stand it up again, and poke it on the ground. The weight in your hand is heavy, and the trunk held in your palm is smooth and green, like a small tree that has just grown and has not had time to withstand the wind and rain.
Look.
From the trunk to the top of the tree, there are no branches. Only the two green leaves at the top of the tree are tightly closed. At first glance, they look more like carved decorations.
This is...my...oak staff?
Grete turned around to ask. His eyes fell on Elder Erwin, and he was immediately shocked: "Teacher!"
The old man seemed to be dehydrated. All the blood on his face was gone, the wrinkles were several times deeper, and his beard was dripping with sweat. He supported his body with an oak staff and stood precariously on the spot, as if he was shaken by a gust of wind.
Can be blown down.
When the green buds were sprouting just now, the heat that poured into the back of the neck was undoubtedly the handiwork of the old man. How much did Elder Erwin spend on his oak staff?
"teacher……"
Grete rushed up to help the old man. As soon as his fingers touched him, he was thrown away. Elder Erwin laughed loudly and held his wrist with his backhand. Although he was tired, he was in high spirits and was extremely proud:
"You don't know! Little Grete, you don't know! Only the best apprentices can use this spell! That old Heath guy, how long have you been showing off to me once? Now it's finally my turn! - Come on
,try it yourself!"
The finger was as hard as an iron hoop. Gretel struggled a bit, but he couldn't shake it off, and he didn't dare to shake it off. He followed the teacher's instructions and silently thought about it, soaked his mental power into the oak staff, and released the healing spell. Everything was hazy.
White light shone from the green leaves at the head of the staff. Grete felt it carefully and reported in a low voice:
"Casting the spell is smoother...the consumption is also smaller...it feels like, well, it seems that the consumption has been reduced by at least 10%..."
"anything else?"
The elder urged. Grete frowned and let his spiritual power go up and down in the oak staff. He was suddenly startled:
"Is this alive?!"
"Yes! This is alive!" Elder Erwin stroked his beard and smiled. He turned and stared at the wooden staff in his hand, with a gentle look on his face, as if staring at his most trustworthy comrade:
"This is a method only available to us in the Church of Nature! It is unique! Little Grete, you see it as a wooden stick, but in fact it is alive! It will grow! You keep it with you and meditate with it all the time.
Use it to cast spells, and its abilities will grow with you without losing a step!"
The initial level reduces the cost of casting spells by 10% and can grow - with these two attributes, it is already a proper orange weapon. Gretel was secretly speechless, holding an oak staff in his hand, and bowed deeply to Elder Erwin:
"Teacher, don't worry, I will not let you down!"
"Teacher, I believe you don't know how." Elder Erwin stretched out his hand to lift him up, patted his shoulder, and said with emotion:
"Health is tied to each other, life is entrusted to each other - this is one of the greatest oaths I have ever heard. As long as you can keep practicing it, this oak staff has not been entrusted to the wrong person. Well, now that you have upgraded
, I also have the staff, and it’s time to teach you some new spells..."
The old man led him down the mountain slowly, walking slowly and talking leisurely. The Natural Gods revere and worship nature, and a large part of their magical arts are related to nature——
Communicate with plants, communicate with animals, stimulate the growth of plants, appease animals, and activate the elemental power of nature...
If they weren't all "great gods of nature", Gretel would have thought that these people were the druids who jumped over collectively.
…It’s none of my business anyway.
Anyway, what I believe in is not nature, nor the god of nature. And the teacher also acquiesced. As long as they don't cheat in public, it doesn't matter whether they are priests or druids.
The only impact is that there are more spells to learn, or to learn.
Uh, it seems like too many...
Elder Erwin led Gretel, walking and talking. He had obviously lost a lot just now, but he was able to go all the way until Gretel's legs were weak and he was exhausted. He suspected that he had already walked 30,000 miles today.
Then he slowed down and pointed forward:
"That's all the commonly used magical spells at level 1. Let's go to the front to rest and have something to eat."
Gretel followed his hand and pointed. There happened to be a small open space on the edge of the mountain road ahead. The ground was flat and next to the stream. There were some tree stumps and a few large and small stones scattered in the open space, which were occupied by passers-by who were resting.
Most of it.
As soon as Elder Erwin and Gretel arrived, someone immediately stood up and offered their seats. The elder waved his hand to refuse, sat down with Gretel on the edge of the open space, and gave Gretel a wheat cake and a bag of water.
Gretel quickly drank some water, returned the water bag to the teacher, and started the late lunch. The wheat biscuits were rough and hard, and there probably wasn't a drop of oil in them. Fortunately, some salt was added. Grete tried hard to bite into them.
, chewed a few mouthfuls, swallowed, choked until his face was distorted.
It's so pitiful that he hasn't eaten such coarse food for a long time since he became a mage's apprentice!
Gretel straightened his neck and swallowed a mouthful of wheat cake, and then started chewing a second bite. Suddenly he turned around and saw a three or four-year-old girl standing next to him, holding her fingers in her mouth and looking eagerly at the wheat cake in his hand.
The little girl was dressed in rags, and the hem of the burlap waistcoat was stranded, with two bare calves underneath. She had a sallow complexion, her arms were as thin as reed sticks, and her belly was bulging upward, which was obviously the result of long-term hunger. Gretel
My heart softened and I tore a piece of wheat cake to her:
"Little sister, are you hungry?"
The little girl's eyes immediately lit up, she swayed, and reached out to pick it up. Before she could pick it up, a voice sounded from behind:
"Eva! No!"
Eva's hand immediately retracted. Gretel looked around and saw a 30-year-old woman sitting not far away. She was thin, covered in dust, and her clothes were full of patches. Little Eva looked at it.
She looked at the wheat cake in Grete's hand reluctantly, turned around and ran back.
Grete quickly grabbed her. He held little Eva with his left hand, raised the oak stick beside him with his right hand, and said loudly: "It's okay, madam. The little sister is hungry, I just share some food with her!"
The woman looked at Gretel carefully, her eyes moving around him and then around Elder Erwin's oak staff. Finally, she lowered her head, closed and separated her hands, and made a substandard prayer.
gesture:
"Thank you to the God of Nature for your grace."
"Thank you to the God of Nature." Seven or eight men and women responded unevenly in the open space.
Gretel took advantage of the situation and stuffed the wheat cake into Eva's hand. Watching her bite it in small bites, she smiled crookedly from the corners of her eyes, feeling that the wheat cake in her hand was also delicious. Hey, luckily I wore it today.
It's a priest's robe from the Deistic Church. If he were wearing a mage's robe, he wouldn't be able to give away these wheat cakes.
Eva finished the cornmeal cake with great care, looked around, and skipped to the other side of the mountain road. She stood on tiptoes, struggled to climb down a wild flower, turned around and raised her hand to Gretel:
"Big brother!"
Gretel smiled back. He stared at little Eva with a smile, watching her running over happily, the white flowers in her hands swaying. As he looked at it, his smile suddenly turned into horror:
"careful!!!"
In the distance, a horse-drawn carriage came at full speed.