Equipment Printing School Mage

"Because it's not difficult to create the Bloodthirsty Black Vine." With the truth before him, and no room for evasion, Fenwe calmed down completely. "As you can see, druids all know how to nourish the sacred tree—all they need to do is offer sacrifices."

"The method of making the Blood-Drinking Black Vine is very simple. Use ordinary vines as the target of nourishment and the blood of intelligent life as a sacrifice, and you will obtain the Blood-Drinking Black Vine."

Emiya took a deep breath and said, "This process is a little too simple."

Whether or not one can possess it depends almost entirely on whether the creator has bad intentions - ordinary civilians living in the wilderness are powerless against the weakest druid.

"The properties of the blood-drinking black vine are indeed far superior to those of ordinary fabrics. It's delicate yet tough, and can even be used as a noose for assassinations. ...Hmph, these chainmails are probably made with tree spirit blood. That's why it has that unique smell."

Mars, on the other hand, was concerned about something else entirely: "--It's so simple, but it can create such a strong material? Can ordinary human blood be used?"

"As a paladin, you raise a dangerous question," Fenwë retorted, then sighed. "There's no definitive answer to this matter, but if you want to speculate... I suspect the Bloodthirsty Black Vine was able to emerge because the Shadow Druids didn't sacrifice their blood to nature, but to the Shadow."

Hearing this vague word, Emilia asked with some vigilance: "...Shadow? Which shadow?"

Fenwë was silent for a moment. She glanced at Aimiya and said, "Didn't you reserve a corner for her in the church at the corner of the void? The god can hear the cries of mortals. I dare not mention His name."

The dark goddess Shar, an evil god who advocates secrecy and assassination and has an unparalleled desire to control her believers, is the sister and eternal enemy of the moon goddess Selune.

If this goddess, it is entirely possible that she would interfere in the affairs of Shadow Druid.

Mars sneered. "From what I understand, the goddess's masterpiece, the Shadow Weave, was destroyed along with the Demonic Weave during the Arcane Calamity. As a direct result, her church, like the Church of Mystra, has fallen apart over the past century."

"So, the Church of Shar is active again?" After summarizing the locals' comments, Emiya pressed her brow in pain. "The words my teacher used when describing this goddess... He's always gentle and polite, but that time he was truly ruthless."

"...No matter how vicious the words, they can't fully describe the horror of the Church of Shar." Fenwe's voice turned cold at that moment. Then, she walked around the armor on the ground and silently approached Emiya. "Well, now that it has come to this, let's stop the riddles."

"You two knew from the beginning that Korhal was a shadow druid."

"If it's a subjective opinion, yes."

"So, this [competition], at this point, is destined to be bloody."

"If it's a subjective opinion, yes."

"Besides, I have no right to escape."

Emiya looked into her eyes calmly: "Yes. From the moment Moonsong took the initiative to bring up the Black Vine, there was no turning back for either party."

"Once they discovered you had left the Sharptooth Forest, it would have taken perhaps a day for the entire Sword Coast to know that a woman named Fenwe was a shadow druid. Thanks to Korhal's efforts, the shadow druid's plans failed, and Korhal won the competition, successfully becoming the chief druid of the Sharptooth Forest Circle."

"And this news might flow into the secular world through the information channels of a certain guild—maybe it might even reach the ears of the Harpers early on."

Although the continent is vast, no wilderness, no forest, no cave will take her in. Anyone who dares to take her in will inevitably use this as a handle to control her.

Emilia's voice lacked inflection, but it sounded unusually cold: "You have long since lost your future in the Shadow Druid Program. I'm so sorry, Miss Fenwe."

"I don't want to hear this." Fenwei pinched Emilia's collar and brought his head closer to him. "You two, you don't plan to evacuate, right?"

Emilia pointed at Mars next to her and said, "A paladin cannot flee from the battlefield. Even if they evacuate, they must be the last one to leave."

"Don't use ambiguous words," Fenwei whispered. "I want you to look me in the eye and answer directly."

Emilia answered without hesitation: "Then, if death comes tomorrow, I will definitely go before you."

"Is this okay?"

"......!" Fenwei was stunned for a moment, and the hand that was pinching his collar loosened unconsciously.

She was stunned for a moment, then she coughed lightly, took a few steps back, and slapped herself in the face without making a sound. "Okay, you've passed. So, what are you going to do next?"

Emilia glanced at the confessor at hand and said, "Our winning hand remains unchanged."

"You must become the chief druid before the final battle."

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Thirty-three Silver Girls

"That's it, Mr. Nkuba." After a long conversation, Moonsong finally stood up. "We will continue to get along with each other in the future. I hope you cherish the long life ahead."

"Those who embark on the path of Shadow Druids are no longer in the same world as ordinary Druids. I hope you understand this."

Nkuba was silent for a moment, but finally raised his head and said, "At present, you have not obtained conclusive evidence."

"That's true, so please don't do anything unnecessary." Moonsong's smile remained unchanged. "If she is not a Shadow Druid, then nothing will happen tomorrow night and you don't need to do anything. If she is a Shadow Druid, then you shouldn't do anything either."

"Don't do anything stupid—those who get too close to a shadow druid will either be dragged into the shadows or into death. You're a druid too, you should understand this."

After confirming that the most unstable druid also chose to remain silent, Moonsong finally walked out of the tree house and breathed a sigh of relief.

He rubbed his hand in a rusty cloth bag at his waist, pulled out a stuffed toy, and casually threw it on the ground. As soon as this object, which was quite inconsistent with the druid style, fell to the ground, it instantly expanded in the wind and turned into a tiny mouse.

The tiny mouse turned around and raised its head before noticing Moonsong's presence. However, it didn't flee out of fear. Instead, it stood upright like a well-trained soldier, awaiting orders.

Seeing this scene, Moonsong sighed slightly: "...It's just a mouse. But it's okay."

He leaned down, lowered his voice, and said, "If the druid watching this treehouse attempts to go to the oak treehouse next to the largest and thickest oak tree, immediately go to the beech treehouse next to the largest beech tree. Do you understand?"

After seeing the mouse nodding continuously, Moonsong finally relaxed completely.

However, the next second, with a sharp sound of breaking wind, an arrow whizzed past Moonsong's shoulder and hit the elm tree house heavily, blowing up a wisp of mouse hair.

This sudden change made Moonsong completely stunned. After being stunned for a long time, he looked in the direction of the arrow angrily.

There, a masked and cloaked wizard, was Fenwë's secular ally.

However, this guy, dressed like an orthodox wizard, was holding a composite longbow and even had two arrows in his hand.

If there was anything unusual, it was that the mage was floating in mid-air in a strange, almost weightless state. And thirty meters in front of him, a large leaf was also strangely suspended upside down in mid-air.

Coincidentally, the mage was also looking in the direction of Moonsong...or rather, in the direction where the arrow flew.

Unfortunately, the oak leaf, which was at least several square meters wide, was directly in front of the mage. The angle between Moonsong's position and the leaf was at least 40 degrees! This was a bit too far.

Moonsong took a deep breath and forced a smile on his face. "Mr. Mage, you should know that fighting is prohibited in the Holy Land. Why are you using dangerous projectiles here?"

Of course, the main problem is that this mage's archery skills are really bad.

The mage replied in a deep voice, "Yes, I know it well. It is precisely because I will not hurt anyone in holy ground that I am practicing my shooting here."

"...Shooting?!" Even though Moonsong thought he was quite sophisticated, he almost lost his composure when the word came out. "Mr. Mage, I think it would be better for you to start with the more basics first."

As he spoke, the druid turned around to estimate the arrow's speed and immediately added, "As a mage, your ability to draw such a powerful bow is impressive, but using the bow itself... still requires more practice."

"I probably don't have the time," the wizard replied without hesitation. "I'm going hunting soon."

In their brief exchange, Moonson had already felt that the mage was somewhat neurotic. But after a face-to-face conversation, Moonson was extremely grateful that the person he was negotiating with was this rough-looking warrior.

This completely unrelated conversation is really exhausting.

The corner of Moonsong's eye twitched: "Actually, if the situation is urgent, you can choose to use magic to assist."

The wizard hesitated for a moment and sighed, "It seems this is the only way."

The wizard lowered his head and chanted a spell, then placed the arrow on the bow, adjusted his posture, and shot an arrow.

This time, the arrow hit the center of the leaf accurately. Then, the wizard landed on the ground as gracefully as a feather, thanked the master, and turned to leave.

The druid sighed. The mage's arcane magic was truly second to none in terms of versatility. Even someone like him, who couldn't even draw a bow, could outperform others' efforts of over a decade with just his magic.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Mage, you really have some free time."

Facing this sarcasm, the mage replied with a question: "Shouldn't I have some free time?"

Moonsong was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

If those two had already decided to betray Fenwei, then they really didn't need to do anything next - if Fenwei couldn't get the full support of these two, he would naturally be defeated.

At this moment, the mage only needed to wait for his reward, so he was naturally unusually idle.

After thinking this through, Moon breathed a sigh of relief and said with a grace rarely seen among druids, "Then I wish you a relaxing and enjoyable day ahead."

He was really wasting his time with a bunch of random people.

There are also some good-for-nothings among the mages, and not every young person is a dead person.

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"...May I ask what you were doing?"

As soon as Emilia entered the tree house, Mars came up to her with a confused look on his face: "I've been observing for a long time, and I can only come to one conclusion: you are wasting arrows."

Even with the paladin's blunt words, Emilia showed no sign of anger. Instead, she replied simply and succinctly, "I experimented with how I exerted force while floating and falling. I've never drawn a bow in these two states before."

"Have you participated in any special archery events?"

"No, I just thought it might be useful."

Although Emiya was not familiar with all the druid spells, she could still roughly summarize the areas in which the druids were best.

Master the elements, call upon animals and woodland creatures to fight alongside them, and perform various forms of transfiguration.

In this case, the few magic-breaking arrows he obtained from the Friendly Arm might be of some use—and at that time, he probably wouldn't have had the opportunity to take the initiative and defeat the enemy in advance.

"I don't think it's useful," the paladin said bluntly. "I've learned archery before, and while I'm not a master of it, I know it's not something you can just practice a few times."

“But I did learn.”

The paladin's face twitched unnaturally, probably trying to stifle a laugh. "Did you learn to use the Nemesis first? Or are you actually a High Elf with your pointed ears covered? Indeed, you use swords, bows, and mages. If you admit now that you're a High Elf, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Unfortunately, I'm only twenty years old. I'm definitely not one of those immortal races who return to the kingdom of God after eight hundred years." A look of dissatisfaction appeared on Emiya's face. "And it's not just high elf mages who can use bows!"

The paladin had no intention of giving up the argument. "Such as?"

Emiya answered without hesitation: "For example, my teacher, his archery is better than mine."

"That's probably because you've practiced it occasionally before. Probably only needs two weeks of serious practice to become a much better archer than you just demonstrated."

"Hiss--" For the first time, Emiya felt the feeling of being so angry that she had difficulty breathing.

Just as their discussion was about to escalate into an argument, Fenwei came down from upstairs: "It seems that Moonsong has let his guard down! He went to the top of the sacred beech tree!"

Fenwei's tone was filled with visible excitement: "This is the first time he has been to the top of the sacred beech tree in the past few days!"

"it is good!"

Mars straightened up suddenly. "The other druids should also know that they are being monitored, so they may stop their activities during this period. It seems that Emiya's show of weakness this time has worked well!"

An extremely precious window of time.

Emilia immediately mentioned the confessor: "I will go now to place the confessor!"

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It was probably just nightfall, and the fog within the holy land had grown thicker once more. The already dark holy land had suddenly become pitch dark.

Of course, the most real reason is of course Miss Fenwei's efforts - however, only at this point in time can the suddenly thick fog be less noticeable, and people can believe that this fog is just another breath of nature.

...From this perspective, perhaps a considerable portion of the large and small fogs that appeared in the holy land were created by druids?

In any case, with the help of the fog, even the eyes of the druids will be blinded: animals and plants are the druids' eyes, but unfortunately these eyes cannot see through the thick fog.

"—Invisibility Orb."

Emilia waved the Confessor as a magical weapon and cast her first spell of the night.

Invisible magic power silently unfolded with Emiya as its center. He and the two tree people disappeared completely in the mist.

Now there is only one flaw left - the heavy body of the tree man, once it walks, it will create an unobstructed sound: the earth shakes, fallen leaves shatter, and roots break -

But they also have someone to solve this problem.

Emiya took a deep breath and repeated tonight's plan: "Okay, Mr. Changzhi and Mr. Cuoye, we won't be returning to our original location tonight. I will attempt to find the densest anchor point of the Holy Land's magic web. So, you must stay beside me and let me lead the way. I will use the tip of the Confessor's sword as a guide. Once I have confirmed my target, I will stop and point the Confessor vertically downwards to the ground. At that point, please begin resetting the magic circle."

As its name suggests, the Roughleaf Tree couldn't bear to hear such detailed rules of conduct. It muttered, "Why bother with all this?... I'll follow you, and I'll stop if you tell me to. Isn't it okay to just open your mouth and speak when the time is right?"

Emiya replied, "Because after a while, you won't be able to hear me anymore. Mars? Please. When we reach our destination, we'll end the silencing spell."

Mars shrugged and cast a spell for the first time since joining the team.

The paladin held up his holy symbol: "Silence."

With Emiya as the center, a wave of magical power erupted again.

Mage, Priest, Paladin, Druid - although each profession has general similarities, there are often slight differences when it comes to the specific faction each person belongs to.

The holy oath that Mars follows is called the Oath of Quest, which is said to be a holy oath popular in the Church of Magic.

Silence was not supposed to be a power of a paladin... but the goddess of magic seemed quite generous.

Coarse Leaf opened his mouth in shock and tried to speak, but no sound came out.