nyslfriends Chapter 22 Are you a Druid?
Chapter 22 Are you a Druid?
By the time Ronan and his companions had picked the second clump of silver thistle in the forest, it was already fully light.
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and sunlight shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves, forming pure, almost solid beams of light in the air, some straight, some tilted, intersecting with each other.
As Ronan and his companions walked by, the dust particles within the pillar of light immediately stirred.
At this time, the number of adventure teams in the forest gradually increased.
Ronan and his group had already met the three squads, so to avoid conflict, they did not head in the direction of those three squads.
In the Cloak Forest, the best course of action is to save your energy and spell slots for the monsters that are blocking your way from harvesting Silverleaf Thistle.
The Cloak Forest is extremely vast. Even the outermost area would take several days and nights to traverse without any magical aids.
After walking for several hours, Cuthbert began to feel tired, but he was clearly well-prepared, taking a sip of a potion from his dimensional bag every now and then to relieve his fatigue.
Ramir was also drinking at the same time, but this monk was drinking alcohol.
Ramil carried a wine bag with him, filled with high-quality ale, which he drank as he walked.
By now, he reeks of alcohol.
As the four were walking, they suddenly heard faint, hurried footsteps coming from one side of the forest.
The four immediately became alert.
Ronan used his magic to manipulate objects, and the steel greatsword in its scabbard vibrated slightly, ready to be drawn at any moment.
Seras placed his hand on the hilt of his sword;
Ramil's eyes showed no signs of drunkenness, his knees were slightly bent, and he was poised to exert force at any moment;
Cuthbert was prepared to unleash his divine guidance at any moment.
Soon, a slightly short figure was seen rushing out of the woods several hundred meters away.
As they ran closer, they saw that it was actually a little girl who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old.
With blond hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, he wore a thick, coarse linen coat and carried a coarse cloth bag across his shoulder. His braids flew behind him as he ran.
The little girl's face was filled with panic, and her cheeks were flushed red from running so fast.
Along with the little girl came a loud, pounding sound behind her, as if something was constantly hitting the ground.
It sounds like a huge, heavy beast is charging towards us.
Ronan's "cute head" didn't give him any danger signals, so he thought he could handle the approaching beast.
When they reached about two hundred meters from Ronan and the others, the little girl suddenly tripped over a stone, cried out, and fell to the ground, her face covered in dirt.
At the same time, Ronan and his group also saw the wild beast behind the little girl.
This is a large wild beast with the head of an owl and the body of a bear—the owl-bear.
Judging from its size, this owl-bear is clearly an adult and a beast with an average challenge level of 3.
Perhaps the little girl had just seen the owl bear from afar and started to run away.
The little girl's running speed was naturally no match for the owl bear's; the more she ran, the closer the owl bear got to her.
The little girl was about 300 meters away from the owl bear before she fell.
After falling, the distance between the beast and the human shrank dramatically.
Hearing the increasingly deafening noise behind her, the little girl was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes. She hurriedly stood up, but in her nervousness, her leg slipped and she fell down again.
The bear was getting closer and closer, but Ronan and his three companions also rushed towards the little girl at the same time.
The monk Ramir stuffed the wine bag shut, tossed it aside casually, and with a powerful stomp of his left leg, kicked up a cloud of dirt. He transformed into a blur and flew towards the little girl.
With a whoosh, he flew past the little girl without stopping, continuing to fly towards the owl bear.
boom!
Just as Ramir approached the Owl Bear, he suddenly lowered his waist and twisted his hips, kicking the Owl Bear's neck with his left leg.
The owl-bear let out a roar and veered two steps to the side.
Using the recoil from the kick, Ramir leaped backward and, as he passed the little girl, precisely grabbed her from behind.
He grabbed the little girl by the back of her neck with her cotton-padded coat, lifted her up, and hurried her back.
The average challenge level of an adult owl bear is 3, while Ramir is only a level 1 monk. Even if he kicks an adult owl bear in the neck, he obviously cannot cause much damage to the thick-skinned owl bear.
After swerving two steps to the side, the owl quickly regained its balance and roared as it charged toward Ronan and his group.
At this moment, Seras stepped forward, drew his longsword, and raised it upward, whereupon a holy white light appeared.
She was already poised to strike, waiting for the owl to arrive before unleashing a "Supreme Slash".
At the same time, seeing that the owl bear was close enough, Ronan made a Taoist hand seal, moved forward a little, and used the "Second Ring Taoist Technique" [Training Bird].
An invisible force emanated from Ronan, drawing upon the surrounding magical energy and affecting the Owl Bear.
The next moment, Ronan felt a connection established with the owl-bear.
So, he used his mind to give the owl a command to sit down.
Suddenly, the owl-bear, which had been running forward at high speed, came to a sudden stop, its rear end immediately lurching backward. Due to inertia, its rear end plowed a deep furrow in the ground with its hind legs.
His dark eyes, now devoid of their previous ferocity, were clear as he looked at Ronan.
Seras, who was already prepared for battle, was taken aback by the scene and was somewhat confused.
Ramil and the others were also confused. They looked around, wondering if their teammates knew what was going on.
Then, Ronan was seen withdrawing his spellcasting motion.
They immediately understood what was going on.
At this moment, the teammates' expressions of surprise deepened. Firstly, they did not expect Ronan to use druidic magic.
Secondly, they knew that even for druids, controlling wild beasts was not so easy.
A druid who can achieve this level of skill will undoubtedly go much further in their professional exploration than others.
Six months ago, Ronan was just a novice adventurer, but now he has such abilities. They all want to know what Ronan has experienced in the past six months that has made his understanding of the profession far surpass theirs.
Was it the favor of the gods, or a further awakening of one's bloodline?
"Sir, are you a druid?"
While the others were still in surprise, the little girl, with her eyes as green as grass, stared at Ronan and suddenly asked in a clear voice.
"No." Ronan shook his head, pondering why the little girl had asked such a question.
Disappointment immediately appeared on the little girl's face.
Ronan and his companions were all curious as to why this little girl, at such a young age and not a professional, would enter the Cloak Forest alone, so they all asked her questions.