Mercenary Wars

Chapter 11 Blood Magic Notes

Darryl's Hunting Shop.

Before he became disabled, Old Daryl was the most powerful hunter in Driftwood Town and the only official member of the Farallo Continent Hunter's Guild in this town.

Nowadays he no longer goes into the mountains, but his hunting tackle shop is still very prosperous, sometimes even attracting customers from outside the town.

"Mr. Daryl, is what I want ready?"

"It's little Corgano. You came at the right time. I just finished all these things yesterday." Old Darryl smiled and limped to a wooden box.

He opened the box and took out several items: "A piece of wolfskin armor, a wolf sinew bow, and twelve long-feathered arrows... But don't blame me for being nosy, are arrows with such long feathers really useful?"

The body of the fire wolf was not damaged too much in the fire, so Gao Jianuo asked old Daryl to make these hunting tools. The quality is naturally quite good. After all, the materials and craftsmanship are top-notch in Driftwood Town.

Gao Jianuo took the hunting equipment: "I am trying some unique archery techniques."

"That's the good thing about being young. You're bound to have some creative ideas." Old Daryl smiled and didn't ask any more questions. Then he remembered something and said, "Oh, and this, a flint."

He handed a severed fire wolf canine tooth to Gao Jianuo: "This thing is much more useful than flint. Of course, it is also much more dangerous than flint."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Gao Jianuo gave old Darryl four silver coins as labor fee.

In fact, the labor cost is far more than four silver coins, but most of the labor cost is deducted by the remaining materials of the fire wolf's corpse - mainly flint fangs. As an extremely convenient fire-making tool, the teeth of low-level fire-type monsters are usually the most valuable part of the body.

After returning to the church, Gao Jianuo immediately changed into wolfskin armor.

It was already winter, and this thing was both sturdy and warm, which made him very satisfied.

Then he tried the wolf tendon bow and long feather arrows, which worked very well when combined with the swift breeze.

After doing this, he went to the Driftwood Forest alone, walked all the way to the place where he had buried the book, and dug out the nameless book.

Gao Jianuo took the book in his hand, then took out the key, inserted it into the book lock and turned it gently. Then there was a slight sound and the book lock opened.

He opened the cover and saw a line of unfamiliar large characters.

He didn't recognize the words at all, but fortunately Pastor Green had already translated and annotated them for him.

Through Pastor Green's translation, Gao Jianuo knew the meaning of the opening line.

Blood Mage Notes!
Gao Jianuo continued to read and gradually figured out the origin and content of the book.

It was no wonder that he could not recognize the words on it. This "Blood Mage Notes" turned out to be a relic of the blood elves. It was said that the blood elves had completely disappeared hundreds of years ago. People today can only understand their writing by consulting documents and classics.

Elves are generally considered a beautiful, peaceful, and intelligent race, but blood elves are an exception.

As their name suggests, the blood elves are a bloodthirsty race.

Members of this race all possess a bloody ability that allows them to obtain the corpse's memories before its death by eating it.

Combined with large-scale corpse-eating and tomb-robbing, the Blood Elf Empire obtained a large amount of lost ancient knowledge, which enabled their magical achievements to reach unprecedented heights, making them the most glorious magic empire in the history of the Fararo world.

But every empire will eventually perish, and the Blood Elf Empire is no exception.

Their ability to eat corpses was both a blessing and a curse, leading to a culture of cannibalism that became increasingly prevalent within the empire, ultimately leading to its collapse. After the empire's disintegration, the various races of Farallo began to liquidate and hunt the blood elves.

Today, blood elves exist only in distant legends, so distant that people have forgotten their brutal past and instead have some romantic fantasies about them - several love stories widely sung by bards are centered around the so-called "blood elf prince."

The author of "Blood Magic Notes" is a blood elf alchemist. The content of the notes is very complicated, involving magic, magic patterns, alchemy, etc., but most of them are related to blood.

For example, the ceremony held by Pastor Green is a sacrifice to the Blood Moon Goddess. A successful human sacrifice can enable the sacrificer to gain powerful power.

Of course, according to the blood elves' records, the sacrifices in the Blood Moon ritual are the enemies defeated by the Empire, at least in theory.

Sacrificing one's own people like Priest Green is a bit too extreme even from the perspective of blood elves.

Similar to Gao Jianuo's previous speculation, in addition to extremely cruel magic such as human sacrifice, "Blood Magic Notes" actually also contains some relatively normal content.

For example, using Warcraft blood as a material to make potions.

Gao Jianuo was very interested in this, not only because of the unique idea, but more importantly, the notes also recorded some high-level formulas - high-level formulas are usually extremely expensive.

He felt that if he ignored the risks and put the formulas of these "blood potions" up for auction, he would be able to fetch at least hundreds of gold coins.

Moreover, Pastor Green has only translated half of the content of "Blood Law Notes", and the other half has not been translated yet. I don't know what good things are in this part.

I found a treasure!
Must be hidden!

Gao Jianuo locked the notes, put them in his briefcase, and then returned to Driftwood Town along the same route.

On the way, he discovered a wild deer, and he easily took it down with his wolf-tendon bow.

Unfortunately, he didn't have Raymond's strength, and he was almost exhausted from carrying the wild deer carcass back to town.

When they arrived in the town, Gao Jianuo sold the wild deer directly to the tavern and ordered some food for himself to replenish his energy.

He was eating when there was a sudden commotion in the tavern, followed by the enthusiastic voice of the owner: "I have good news for everyone. A bard has come to the tavern today. Let us warmly welcome him - Karlklo from the Kingdom of Liberland!"

Before he finished speaking, a man in a loose robe walked to the center of the tavern under the gaze of the diners.

He looked very young, perhaps less than twenty years old, with a tall figure, long, slightly curly hair, and fair skin, which fits people's impression of a bard very well.

"Hey, pretty boy, are you really from the Kingdom of Liberland?" a diner said.

Perhaps because he had a good temper, or perhaps because he had long been accustomed to this impolite name, Karlklo did not get angry. Instead, he smiled slightly and said, "Of course, I am a genuine Liberian."

The accent he used when he said this was very different from the local accent, which caused the audience to talk about it.

"It's a northern accent indeed."

"In that case, can you tell us something new? At least don't tell us about saints' biographies or the love stories of blood elf princes like other bards do." Someone suggested.

Carlo looked confident: "Of course, the story I'm going to tell you has definitely never been heard before!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the tavern was curious: "What is it?"

Calclo: "The story of the god Yemenden!"

(End of this chapter)