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- Let's go! Osh and Roga head to the place where the underestimated Rurekom's Lamp awaits them.
- Lamp is Roga, the sorcerer I was talking about. Roga is Lamp, the sorceress I was telling you about. I'll leave you two, and Normia and I will go level up our intelligence.
Before leaving, Osh advises Roga to also level up his intelligence and learn mining, as Lamp needs a good miner. Osh and Normia head to the Wizards and level up their intelligence to the max. Author
[Spirit Training] In exchange for activity, the character receives +0.2 to intelligence and a 5% chance to gain +1 to intelligence.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- For a long time, I lived without thinking, accepting things as they are. That's the order. Everyone lives like that. Some are crushed by stones, some die of hunger, some are born crippled, spending every day in agony. That's life. It's a convenient point of view to preserve what's left of one's sanity. I can only blame myself for being blind for so long. These books of the scribes... There's a lot of interesting things in them. Sometimes I have a dream - about strange creatures with leathery wings. About obsidian and fiery rivers, about the screams of the tortured. It's both similar to our wonderful little town and not - as if an impenetrable mask is stretched over it, invisible to outsiders. But the soul feels it all, - he looks with disgust at this cave that gnaws at his insides. - I often thought it was a prison. Now I understand that it's an abyss. The so-called hell, where sinners go after death - according to human beliefs. And you are devils, and your only task is to torment their souls in the most sophisticated ways. With plague and deformities. With mental illnesses. With lack of freedom. With all sorts of devilry, - this sentence is spat out in the direction of the black demon, recorded two minutes earlier, the next one is involuntarily uttered with a bitter half-smile. - With false hopes. Day after day, every day, masking it with false naivety and poisonous speeches. Centuries of endless life make you want to tickle your imagination, don't they? That maniac, Ivilai knows his name, who escaped from you and settled in the plague-ridden tunnels, forming a gang of human scum and wanting to bring everyone to their knees - he deserves an axe, but now I can understand why he became like that. I don't know what I personally did in my past life, what sins I committed - I don't remember them. But if that infamous "god" from her cross exists, I would be ready to believe in him right now. But I know that this is just another layer of deception, - gritting his teeth, he spits on the floor for the first time in his life. - He will never look here.
I meant the base (I don't have such a miracle item on hand...).
Added 7 minutes later There are two timers left until the game over; it's possible that even the Shadow Lord won't kill any of the players!
—..And I've come up with two ideas for spells. —Dor continued the interrupted conversation. —But since I've only recently learned to cast spells, I wanted to get your, this time much more expert, opinion. The first one was used by the previous Shadow Lord. —Shuka describes the observed process of learning the Earthquake spell. —Do you think it's possible to recreate something similar based on these fragments from my retelling? And the second one, I haven't stopped thinking about it since I met the dragon... Is it possible to cast a spell on myself to fly, like, for example, wings like the Ivellians have? That would be an extremely useful spell in many places and at many times.
Horns and Lamp are chatting, but for now, it remains unknown what this conversation will lead to. Author
I know that this is just another layer of deception," he said, grinding his teeth, and for the first time in his life, he spat viciously on the floor. "He will never come here.
- The origin of this world assumed that it would be inhabited only by Ivlai, but then powerful hordes, industrious Mirdari, solitary Elms, and diverse Furies appeared in it, and then, of their own free will, people came, seeking new discoveries. So, your assessment is somewhat true, because a human is always alien to Ikazkan. - Have the lost memories returned to you? - Almost. The process that began with the opening of the first chest is irreversible. - Gekizo replied, and Ona turned her attention to Ukon. - There is not much time left; soon, all the truth will come out, and there will be no need for guesswork.
Added 12 minutes ago Heroist
—..And I also have two ideas for spells. —Dor continued the dialogue, which was interrupted by the teleportation. —But since I only recently learned to cast spells, I wanted to know your, this time much more expert, opinion. The first spell was used by the previous Shadow Guardian. —Shuka describes the observed process of learning how to cast an earthquake spell. —Do you think that it is possible to recreate something similar from these fragments of my retelling? And the second one, I haven't stopped thinking about it since I met the dragon... Is it possible to cast a spell on myself to fly, like, for example, the wings of the Ivlai? This would be an extremely useful spell in many places and at many times.
- The spell you described is in the same category as teleportation; it is too specific and characteristic of the one who invented it, so I rate the probability of developing it as low. However, I have already invented and studied flight myself.
- The spell you described belongs to the same category as teleportation; it is too specific and characteristic of its creator, so I estimate the probability of developing it as low. However, I have already invented and studied flight myself.
—Oh, that's great! Although it's a little disappointing that all the cool ideas have already been patented before you... And will I be able to learn it too?
—Oh, that's great! Though it's a bit sad that all the cool ideas have already been patented by someone before you... And will I be able to learn it too?
- You're not planning to jump on Erebos afterward, are you? 🤨
—How could you even think that?.. But seriously, no. — Dor shook his head. —Erebus or Succubus, but what’s done is done, and there’s no going back. I don’t want to allow her to be attacked and killed for the third time, especially not by my hand. In this world, there are innocent creatures, rare as they may be, who don’t deserve such a fate.
- I don't care about your grievances. I am not your slave. The books say that God gave people free will, and my will is to stop dancing to this tune here and now. So, do you need some motivation? - Ucon closes his eyes and regulates his breathing. In his mind, a rapid montage of the few miserable events that marked his life in this environment flashes by – from the very first conscious memories, wandering through the dreary cave, to joining the community of warriors, with fruitless wanderings through the tunnels, setting a goal, aimless wanderings, up to the jester tournament. Clenching his teeth, steeling his heart, opening his eyes, he picks up a stone from the ground and throws it at the demoness.
- I don't care about your whims. I am not your slave. The books say that God gave people free will, and my will is to stop dancing to your tune here and now. So, do you need some motivation? - Ucon closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. In his mind, a rapid montage of the few miserable events that marked his life in this environment flashes by - from the very first conscious memories, with wanderings through the gloomy cave, to joining the community of warriors, with fruitless expeditions through the tunnels, setting a goal, aimless wanderings, up to the jester tournament. Clenching his teeth, steeling his heart, opening his eyes, he picks up a stone from the ground and throws it at the demoness.
The stone hits its target, landing back on the floor moments later. - A-ta-ta. - In order not to hurt the warrior's feelings any further, Óna pretends to have taken damage. - It hurts...
Before leaving, Osh advises Rogue to also upgrade his intelligence and learn mining, as Lampe needs a good miner. Osh and Normia go to the Wizards and max out their intelligence.
Stop. Normia doesn't upgrade her intelligence. She goes to Kamu to learn crafting and takes a pickaxe into her inventory (where can you get it, by the way?).
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
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