Chapter 15 That Thing Can't Sprout

Based on the previous information about magic levels, Rhodes already had a general understanding of the level divisions in this world.

Simply put, there is one level every 10 levels.

He is only level 5, not even at the first level, but can only be considered an entry-level professional, so the magic he learns is basically introductory.

It's like the difference between the flame technique and the fireball technique.

There is no comparison in terms of power and consumption.

So one can imagine how shocked Rhodes was to see a level 6 druid who was not even at level actually change his form.

"Were all the guys who served at the Moon God Altar so perverted?"

Rhodes looked at the sunken bark on his chest and felt completely numb.

Fortunately, he obtained the blessing of the tree god before going out, which offset 10% of the damage.

Otherwise, just the impact just now would probably take him a long time to recover.

"Little thing, come on."

With a loud shout, Rhodes quickly got up from the ground, with expectation in his eyes.

Yes.

He was just trying to test the power of the enhanced whip, so how could he easily let go of this experimental subject who came to him?
Even the little ones are full of fighting spirit.

It made a few yelping noises upwards, then climbed up a nearby tree trunk, suddenly leaped up with a short spear in hand, aiming directly at the black raven that flew back into the sky.

"quack--"

The raven cried twice.

It seems to be mocking the little kid's overestimation of his own abilities.

The two rotten bone wings flapped, and countless black feathers flew out, turning into sharp blades and sweeping towards the little thing.

But the little thing is not a vegetarian.

A layer of thorn armor appeared around its body, blocking all the feathers, and it charged forward without slowing down, forcing the raven to scream and lower its altitude.

It was obvious that it felt the threat from the short spear and dodged it easily by relying on its ability to fly.

however.

But it forgot.

There's an old bastard waiting down there.

"It's now!"

Rhodes's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to create a magic circle that had been brewing long ago.

Boom!

The giant vine whip nurtured and blessed burst out of the ground.

With lightning speed, he suddenly lashed out at half of the raven's wings.

"Gah!!"

The raven screamed in pain.

He lost balance and crashed into a tree, instantly losing the ability to fly and falling to the ground.

Just as it was about to get up, the magic circle appeared again, and appeared directly under it, completely covering its entire body.

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Three consecutive hits with the rattan whip.

Tie up its neck, wings and feet separately.

But because the time was too short and there was no time to cultivate and strengthen it, it struggled to break free after a while and flapped its wings to take off again.

But the little thing had been waiting for a long time.

He suddenly fell from a great height, and the short spear in his hand fiercely pierced into its head, passing directly through from the bottom.

All of a sudden.

The scene of thousands of ghosts wailing reappears.

The black energy on the raven turned into vengeful spirits running around in all directions.

The dark and rotten body also returned to its original appearance, slowly dissipating under their gaze, and turned into energy that was injected into the little thing's body.

"Well done."

Rhodes praised, his eyes full of joy.

Although this is my first actual combat, I am not very proficient yet.

But the enhanced power of the whip really made him happy.

At least when he encounters the black beast again in the future, he will be able to fight. If it doesn't work, he can still play a supporting role in the back and tie it up and whip it.

"Huh? What is this?"

At this time, Rhode noticed the changes in the raven's body. Where the body had disappeared, a vacuum zone appeared, isolating all the black air.

An emerald-colored crystal lay there quietly, exuding a rich breath of life.

[Druid Heart Fragment (Raven): Incomplete soul fragments. Gathering a certain number of them can condense the Druid Heart, which is used to comprehend the soul transformation (Raven Form). Occupational restrictions: Druid]

What the hell!

Druid's transformation form!
Seeing the item information, Rhodes' breathing quickened.

What is Raven Form?
Flying skills!
As long as he learns this skill, he can fly wherever he wants.
Rhodes never expected that this polluted black beast would leave behind such a thing after its death, and he was immediately very excited.

however.

When he saw the final career limit.

His expression immediately fell again.

Occupational discrimination!

This is complete occupational discrimination!
Why can’t gardeners fly?
Rhodes really couldn't bear it anymore.

He never gets any benefits every time and doesn't even gain any experience. What's the point of working so hard?

Masochist?

"Forget it... At worst, I can wait until I get the complete Druid's Heart and then go exchange it with the Moon Goddess. I should be able to get something good in return, right?"

make up one's mind.

Rhodes did not stay any longer.

He gave the little thing two fruits and ate one himself, then continued on his way, collecting wood and looking for traces of other ravens and black beasts.

Don't tell me yet.

I don’t know if they are lucky or there are just a lot of black beasts.

After only wandering around the outskirts of the forest for seven or eight minutes, he was attacked by three raven black beasts one after another, and contributed two soul fragments to them.

The reason why one of them didn't have one was because it was too decayed and its soul had completely dissipated.

Rhodes could only sigh in his heart, it was quite powerful to be able to persist for three hundred years and still retain a trace of soul energy.

Maybe this is belief?

Or he was a very powerful druid during his lifetime.

And after several battles.

He was also basically sure of one thing.

This black forest was probably where the druids lived, or their lair.

The level of the monsters encountered on the periphery is so high that one can easily imagine what kind of dangerous place it is inside. I'm afraid the residence of the great druid is also inside.

"You can't afford to offend."

"Let's pick up some firewood outside..."

Rhodes took a look into the dark forest, and felt as if there were pairs of eyes staring at him through the darkness, which made him feel creepy.

Seeing that his magic power was about to run out, the fruits he brought were almost finished.

He didn't stop any longer. He carried a few bundles of wood and quickly headed back with the little thing.

Along the way, he continued to cast cultivation magic to disperse the black soil. Finally, before his magic power was exhausted, he returned to the altar and sat down on the stone slab.

The little thing took the collected raven beaks and ran to the plantation, digging a hole in the earth, trying to bury it underground.

"You are stupid, that thing can't..."

Before he uttered the word "sprout", Rhodes' voice paused.

It seems that I understand why the little thing did this.

Sighed.

He got up and went to the plantation, helped dig a hole, put the bird's beak in it, and then filled it back with soil.

When a small pile of earth fell, the little creature raised its head and pointed at the small tree next to it, and then pointed at the pile of earth.

"Ey."

It is not good at expressing itself.

But Rhodes understood its meaning immediately.

He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll bury them here from now on. They'll keep the little tree company, and it can be considered as taking them home."

wow~
A breeze blew by.

The branches of the small tree swayed gently, covering the pile of soil underneath and making a rustling sound.

It seemed as if he understood what Rhodes said.

(End of this chapter)