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Volume 10 Chapter 7
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
High Elf Bow

This has been brought to you by Grisia.

Weed returned to the Versailles Continent after two real life days. In the Versailles Continent, six days had passed by.
“Oooh, we drink to him.”
Drinking alcohol was common for laborers. After a hard day of work, they were loosening up with a few glasses of liquor. One bottle of wine after another and the atmosphere would be considerably friendlier. But here they were drinking all of the previous night. Weed was with Pale and Maylon, who were both weak against alcohol. He didn’t even want to mention Zephyr.
“It was a bad idea to bring soju.”
They drank for over four hours with over 200 boxes of soju. Words could not describe the fearsome sight. The number of practitioners, no matter how many, could not be human to consume so much alcohol.
He would have wanted to be unconscious instead of being awake.
“Now that we’re finally back, we’re still suffering from a bad hangover.”
Weed looked around.
A cave in a safe location not too far from the valley of death. Alveron slowly stood up from his prayer.
“Weed-nim have you just returned?”
“Yeah.”
Weed had returned to human from a Skeleton Soldier.
Night had fallen and the wolves became active.
Alveron was inside the cave. Since it was well hidden, the wolves were not able to find it.
“Moreover... I wonder what happened to the expedition?”
Weed wondered about the Serbian Witch’s Broken Beads.
***
After such an arduous climb, Oberon and the Cold Roses Guild could not catch their breath after walking all night to the town of the altar of the Edereune God, stopping only to eat. At the end of it all they could finally reap the fruit of their efforts.
Run down houses with broken walls. The desolate village was entirely in ruins. The wind was blowing over the town of Edereune, but the members of the expedition felt that their troubles would soon be over.
The small dwarf Oberon climbed over the rocks.
“Here is Edereune, the final destination of the expedition. Everyone I want to thank you for following and believing me, though I may be lacking.”
“Captain, even though we ran into trouble, we did succeed and it was rewarding.”
All of the Cold Roses member in the expedition nodded.
‘I doubted coming to the northern expedition a few times since it seemed in vain.’
‘This is the first time that I put up with such a troublesome quest for such a long time.’
They were now unspeakably thrilled since they managed to finish such a difficult quest. The eyes of the people in the expedition sparkled with excitement in anticipation of what happens next.
Oberon was close to the end of his speech.
“I would like to thank all of you...Drum.”
“Yes, Leader.”
“Restore the item.”
Drum removed the cherished treasure from his inventory.
Serbian Witch’s Broken Beads!
It was obtained from the center of the continent; a treasure obtained after the end of countless battles, now to be locked in the north.
In the center were the broken beads. From the cracks of the broken beads was a constant chilling cold.
Everyone in the expedition was trembling from the cold. If it had not been for Drum weakening the strength of the beads then they would have frozen to death.
Drum presented the beads to Charon.
“Thank you.”
Charon did not even dare touching the beads. Since he was an enchanter that dealt mainly with jewelry, the beads effects would curse him.
“I accept.”
“I am sorry for making you do this.”
“Dwell on it later and buy me a drink.”
“I will.”
Charon looked at the Serbian Witch’s Beads.
“Identify!”
Ttiring!
Witch’s Broken Beads.Durability : 1.
Made of an unknown material. Originally it contained a great force.
Due to the cracks, that force has erupted outside.
The beads are a source of incessant chill.
Options:
Restore the beads to seal the cold.
The Enchanter class had to ability to use magic to grant power to gems and minerals. They were very rare since it required a large amount of effort to get a high skill level.
That was Charon, and he was a high level wizard.
“Damn it! This honor is not that honorable.”
Charon touched the broken beads.
“Restore the marbles!”
A hand shone dazzlingly as the cracks were neatly repaired.
Enchanter job skills.
The ability to revert the durability of magical gems and materials to the original value.
The cold chill from the breads that was extending indefinitely disappeared mysteriously at that moment.
“Ohh!”
“Now I can finally stop holding my breath.”
From then on, everyone in the expedition was able to breathe much easier.
The numbness left their hands as the cold went away. Charon, from the instant he touched it with his hands, turned into ice but the Serbian Witch’s Broken Beads were intact.
“Save him, resurrect him somehow!”
“God damn it!”
They checked around but most of the clerical classes had already lost their lives.
From the staircase the expedition could see the surrounding landscape.
Since the cracks were fixed, a warm Northern wind blew.
They turned their eyes slightly towards the sky to see a slight rainfall.
A little warm rain.
However it seemed that the ice would not be melted. His character was alive and trapped with his health bar turned blue.
“Later on, I’ll buy whatever you want.”
Drum’s voice cracked as he spoke and then he turned to the Witch’s Smooth Beads.
At that moment, some scenes from inside the beads were shown.
In an area with a surrounding landscape of a thick layer of snow.
The young girl had to learn magic.
Whenever the girl used magic, tiny snowflakes were born. Sometimes small chunks of ice were made.
Every time she succeeded with her magic, the girl smiled.
Serbian Witch.
Perhaps it was the girl’s inner talent. The girl’s skills grew increasingly.
The young cute little girl wore a robe. She was too small for it at first, but eventually it fit her.
However, she had heard that proper mages used staves.
After a while, invaders set foot onto the peaceful snowy land.
A legion of monsters fought against human soldiers.
The Serbian Witch fought against the enemies.
Monsters would freeze whenever she used her magic. Human soldiers could not withstand the cold and died as well.
The legend of the Serbian Witch spread throughout the continent!
In the history of the Versailles Continent, there once was a legendary master of Ice Magic.
Wind and rain heralded the coming of a storm. The Serbian Witch would wave her hand and everything froze.
The ice type magic, Freezing Storm!
- The magic of the Serbian Ice Witch has been restored.Forcefully altering the climate to subdue enemies.Those familiar with ice based magic can now learn advanced magic.
“Ah!”
Drum sighed.
Serbian Witch’s Broken Beads. They had managed to restore the beads. Now it was possible to learn new types of magic without the need of a spellbook or materials. The beads contained the skills for highly advance ice magic. For Drum, a professional ice mage, it was one of the best magical treasures.
Oberon approached him and put his hands on his shoulder.
“There’ll be another chance.”
Drum lamented for a while.
“I’ll have a chance again?”
“Perhaps...”
“...”
The beads were obtained by the expedition after a lot of hardship.
Drum inevitably raised the Witch Beads to the altar of the gods.
***
The live internet feed ended at sunset as the expedition dedicated the beads to the altar.
It was not just in reality. Taverns all across the continent of Versailles with magical screens installed could see the footage.
“The heat wave is going to disappear?”
“How could they do this?”
People had already given up trying to adjust to the heat.
They found it incredibly hard to believe that the heat would be gone so easily.
Nevertheless, they had some expectations.
At that moment, there was no event more important that this.
The Witch's Beads disintegrated into dust when they were placed on that altar. However, the powers within the beads began to cycle and create its impact on the entire continent.
The sweltering heat caused by the Curse of the Scorpion King on the continent began to change.
The atmospheric temperature lowered until it was how it used to be.
A refreshing breeze blew past, cooling the lukewarm beers.
“Bravo.”
“Cheers.”
Many people threw festivals, indulging in their excitement over the success.
You could see people yelling in pleasure across almost every city or town in the Versailles continent.
Weed rode on the Wyverns with Alveron and took to the skies. They were escorted by Bingryong. They had left to check on the remnants of the Valley of Death.
The place was teeming with monsters.
“Kyawoo. It’s a human!”
“Kill him!”
Weed shook his head.
“Looks like it’s gone.”
The Valley of Death was covered in snow and ice.
The sun was in the sky, but it did not feel hot and a warm breeze blew. Since the Serbian Witch Beads had been restored, chilling air no longer permeated from the cracks.
The source of the curse.
The heat wave that covered the entire continent was proving extremely useful.
The snow and ice, that never seemed to melt, dissolved instantly into water. Because of the Valley of Death, it flowed through like the rapids. But because the land was so barren, it quickly sucked up the moisture that was being offered.
“Gaaahh! The heat! It’s burning my body! Master!”
Bingryong was suffering as he struggled to beat his wings in the sky. Droplets of water dripped and fell from his body of ice.
For most people the increasing temperature was a blessing, but to Bingryong it led to weakening his strength.
“Please, spare me. Master.”
Bingryong was overwhelmed with pain and tears. His eyes held the most heartbreaking glance.
“Useless!”
His penetrating glance told Bingryong to knock it off. This much was not enough to be out of breath. Eve

This has been brought to you by Grisia.
 
Weed returned to the Versailles Continent after two real life days. In the Versailles Continent, six days had passed by.
“Oooh, we drink to him.”
Drinking alcohol was common for laborers. After a hard day of work, they were loosening up with a few glasses of liquor. One bottle of wine after another and the atmosphere would be considerably friendlier. But here they were drinking all of the previous night. Weed was with Pale and Maylon, who were both weak against alcohol. He didn’t even want to mention Zephyr.
“It was a bad idea to bring soju.”
They drank for over four hours with over 200 boxes of soju. Words could not describe the fearsome sight. The number of practitioners, no matter how many, could not be human to consume so much alcohol.
He would have wanted to be unconscious instead of being awake.
“Now that we’re finally back, we’re still suffering from a bad hangover.”
Weed looked around.
A cave in a safe location not too far from the valley of death. Alveron slowly stood up from his prayer.
“Weed-nim have you just returned?”
“Yeah.”
Weed had returned to human from a Skeleton Soldier.
Night had fallen and the wolves became active.
Alveron was inside the cave. Since it was well hidden, the wolves were not able to find it.
“Moreover... I wonder what happened to the expedition?”
Weed wondered about the Serbian Witch’s Broken Beads.
***
After such an arduous climb, Oberon and the Cold Roses Guild could not catch their breath after walking all night to the town of the altar of the Edereune God, stopping only to eat. At the end of it all they could finally reap the fruit of their efforts.
Run down houses with broken walls. The desolate village was entirely in ruins. The wind was blowing over the town of Edereune, but the members of the expedition felt that their troubles would soon be over.
The small dwarf Oberon climbed over the rocks.
“Here is Edereune, the final destination of the expedition. Everyone I want to thank you for following and believing me, though I may be lacking.”
“Captain, even though we ran into trouble, we did succeed and it was rewarding.”
All of the Cold Roses member in the expedition nodded.
‘I doubted coming to the northern expedition a few times since it seemed in vain.’
‘This is the first time that I put up with such a troublesome quest for such a long time.’
They were now unspeakably thrilled since they managed to finish such a difficult quest. The eyes of the people in the expedition sparkled with excitement in anticipation of what happens next.
Oberon was close to the end of his speech.
“I would like to thank all of you...Drum.”
“Yes, Leader.”
“Restore the item.”
Drum removed the cherished treasure from his inventory.
Serbian Witch’s Broken Beads!
It was obtained from the center of the continent; a treasure obtained after the end of countless battles, now to be locked in the north.
In the center were the broken beads. From the cracks of the broken beads was a constant chilling cold.
Everyone in the expedition was trembling from the cold. If it had not been for Drum weakening the strength of the beads then they would have frozen to death.
Drum presented the beads to Charon.
“Thank you.”
Charon did not even dare touching the beads. Since he was an enchanter that dealt mainly with jewelry, the beads effects would curse him.
“I accept.”
“I am sorry for making you do this.”
“Dwell on it later and buy me a drink.”
“I will.”
Charon looked at the Serbian Witch’s Beads.
“Identify!”
Ttiring!
Witch’s Broken Beads.Durability : 1.
Made of an unknown material. Originally it contained a great force.
Due to the cracks, that force has erupted outside.
The beads are a source of incessant chill.
Options:
Restore the beads to seal the cold.
The Enchanter class had to ability to use magic to grant power to gems and minerals. They were very rare since it required a large amount of effort to get a high skill level.
That was Charon, and he was a high level wizard.
“Damn it! This honor is not that honorable.”
Charon touched the broken beads.
“Restore the marbles!”
A hand shone dazzlingly as the cracks were neatly repaired.
Enchanter job skills.
The ability to revert the durability of magical gems and materials to the original value.
The cold chill from the breads that was extending indefinitely disappeared mysteriously at that moment.
“Ohh!”
“Now I can finally stop holding my breath.”
From then on, everyone in the expedition was able to breathe much easier.
The numbness left their hands as the cold went away. Charon, from the instant he touched it with his hands, turned into ice but the Serbian Witch’s Broken Beads were intact.
“Save him, resurrect him somehow!”
“God damn it!”
They checked around but most of the clerical classes had already lost their lives.
From the staircase the expedition could see the surrounding landscape.
Since the cracks were fixed, a warm Northern wind blew.
They turned their eyes slightly towards the sky to see a slight rainfall.
A little warm rain.
However it seemed that the ice would not be melted. His character was alive and trapped with his health bar turned blue.
“Later on, I’ll buy whatever you want.”
Drum’s voice cracked as he spoke and then he turned to the Witch’s Smooth Beads.
At that moment, some scenes from inside the beads were shown.
In an area with a surrounding landscape of a thick layer of snow.
The young girl had to learn magic.
Whenever the girl used magic, tiny snowflakes were born. Sometimes small chunks of ice were made.
Every time she succeeded with her magic, the girl smiled.
Serbian Witch.
Perhaps it was the girl’s inner talent. The girl’s skills grew increasingly.
The young cute little girl wore a robe. She was too small for it at first, but eventually it fit her.
However, she had heard that proper mages used staves.
After a while, invaders set foot onto the peaceful snowy land.
A legion of monsters fought against human soldiers.
The Serbian Witch fought against the enemies.
Monsters would freeze whenever she used her magic. Human soldiers could not withstand the cold and died as well.
The legend of the Serbian Witch spread throughout the continent!
In the history of the Versailles Continent, there once was a legendary master of Ice Magic.
Wind and rain heralded the coming of a storm. The Serbian Witch would wave her hand and everything froze.
The ice type magic, Freezing Storm!
- The magic of the Serbian Ice Witch has been restored.Forcefully altering the climate to subdue enemies.Those familiar with ice based magic can now learn advanced magic.
“Ah!”
Drum sighed.
Serbian Witch’s Broken Beads. They had managed to restore the beads. Now it was possible to learn new types of magic without the need of a spellbook or materials. The beads contained the skills for highly advance ice magic. For Drum, a professional ice mage, it was one of the best magical treasures.
Oberon approached him and put his hands on his shoulder.
“There’ll be another chance.”
Drum lamented for a while.
“I’ll have a chance again?”
“Perhaps...”
“...”
The beads were obtained by the expedition after a lot of hardship.
Drum inevitably raised the Witch Beads to the altar of the gods.
***
The live internet feed ended at sunset as the expedition dedicated the beads to the altar.
It was not just in reality. Taverns all across the continent of Versailles with magical screens installed could see the footage.
“The heat wave is going to disappear?”
“How could they do this?”
People had already given up trying to adjust to the heat.
They found it incredibly hard to believe that the heat would be gone so easily.
Nevertheless, they had some expectations.
At that moment, there was no event more important that this.
The Witch's Beads disintegrated into dust when they were placed on that altar. However, the powers within the beads began to cycle and create its impact on the entire continent.
The sweltering heat caused by the Curse of the Scorpion King on the continent began to change.
The atmospheric temperature lowered until it was how it used to be.
A refreshing breeze blew past, cooling the lukewarm beers.
“Bravo.”
“Cheers.”
Many people threw festivals, indulging in their excitement over the success.
You could see people yelling in pleasure across almost every city or town in the Versailles continent.
Weed rode on the Wyverns with Alveron and took to the skies. They were escorted by Bingryong. They had left to check on the remnants of the Valley of Death.
The place was teeming with monsters.
“Kyawoo. It’s a human!”
“Kill him!”
Weed shook his head.
“Looks like it’s gone.”
The Valley of Death was covered in snow and ice.
The sun was in the sky, but it did not feel hot and a warm breeze blew. Since the Serbian Witch Beads had been restored, chilling air no longer permeated from the cracks.
The source of the curse.
The heat wave that covered the entire continent was proving extremely useful.
The snow and ice, that never seemed to melt, dissolved instantly into water. Because of the Valley of Death, it flowed through like the rapids. But because the land was so barren, it quickly sucked up the moisture that was being offered.
“Gaaahh! The heat! It’s burning my body! Master!”
Bingryong was suffering as he struggled to beat his wings in the sky. Droplets of water dripped and fell from his body of ice.
For most people the increasing temperature was a blessing, but to Bingryong it led to weakening his strength.
“Please, spare me. Master.”
Bingryong was overwhelmed with pain and tears. His eyes held the most heartbreaking glance.
“Useless!”
His penetrating glance told Bingryong to knock it off. This much was not enough to be out of breath. Eve

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Số lượng học viên, không có vấn đề bao nhiêu, có thể không được con người tiêu thụ quá nhiều rượu.Ông sẽ có muốn được vô thức thay vì được tỉnh táo."Bây giờ mà chúng tôi cuối cùng đã trở lại, chúng ta đang vẫn bị một nôn nao xấu."Cỏ dại nhìn xung quanh.Một hang động ở một vị trí an toàn không quá xa từ thung lũng của cái chết. Alveron từ từ đứng từ cầu nguyện của ông."Weed-nim có bạn vừa trở về?""có."Cỏ dại đã trở lại để con người từ một người lính bộ xương.Đêm đã giảm và những con sói đã trở thành hoạt động.Alveron đã bên trong các hang động. Kể từ khi nó cũng ẩn, những con sói đã không thể tìm thấy nó."Hơn nữa... Tôi tự hỏi những gì đã xảy ra với chuyến thám hiểm?"Cỏ dại tự hỏi về phù thủy Serbia hỏng hạt.***Sau khi một leo lên gian truân, Oberon và hoa hồng Guild lạnh có thể không phải bắt hơi thở của họ sau khi đi bộ suốt đêm đến thị trấn bàn thờ của Thiên Chúa Edereune, dừng lại chỉ để ăn. Ở phần cuối của nó tất cả họ cuối cùng có thể gặt hái hoa quả của những nỗ lực của họ.Chạy xuống nhà với những bức tường bị hỏng. Làng cô đơn là hoàn toàn trong đống đổ nát. Gió đã thổi trên thị trấn Edereune, nhưng các thành viên của đoàn thám hiểm cảm thấy khó khăn của họ sẽ sớm hơn.Nhỏ lùn Oberon leo qua những tảng đá."Đây là Edereune, là điểm đến cuối cùng của các cuộc thám hiểm. Tất cả mọi người tôi muốn cảm ơn bạn cho theo và tin tưởng tôi, mặc dù tôi có thể thiếu.""Thuyền trưởng, mặc dù chúng tôi chạy vào rắc rối, chúng tôi đã thành công và nó đã khen thưởng."Tất cả các thành viên lạnh hoa hồng trong đoàn thám hiểm gật đầu.'Tôi nghi ngờ đến với Bắc phạt một vài lần kể từ khi nó có vẻ vô ích.''Đây là lần đầu tiên tôi đưa lên với một nhiệm vụ rắc rối trong một thời gian dài.'Họ là bây giờ khôn tả vui mừng vì họ quản lý để hoàn thành một nhiệm vụ khó khăn. Đôi mắt của những người trong đoàn thám hiểm sparkled với hứng thú với dự đoán về những gì sẽ xảy ra tiếp theo.Oberon là gần cuối của bài phát biểu của mình."Tôi muốn cảm ơn tất cả các bạn... Drum.""Vâng, lãnh đạo.""Khôi phục mục."Trống gỡ bỏ kho báu ấp ủ từ hàng tồn kho của mình.Hạt bị hỏng Serbia phù thủy!Nó nhận được từ Trung tâm của lục địa; một kho báu thu được sau khi kết thúc của vô số trận đánh, bây giờ để được khóa ở phía bắc.Ở giữa là các hạt bị hỏng. Từ các vết nứt của các hạt bị hỏng là một lạnh lạnh liên tục.Tất cả mọi người trong đoàn thám hiểm đã rung từ lạnh. Nếu nó đã không để trống làm suy yếu sức mạnh của các hạt sau đó họ sẽ có đông lạnh đến chết.Trống trình bày các hạt để Charon."Cảm ơn bạn."Charon đã thậm chí không dám chạm vào các hạt. Kể từ khi ông là một người làm say mê mà xử lý chủ yếu là đồ trang sức, các hiệu ứng hạt sẽ nguyền rủa ông."Tôi chấp nhận.""Tôi xin lỗi vì làm cho bạn làm điều này.""Ngự trên nó sau đó và mua cho tôi một thức uống.""Tôi sẽ."Charon nhìn phù thủy Serbia hạt."Nhận dạng!"Ttiring!Phù thủy gãy Beads.Durability: 1.Bằng một vật liệu không rõ. Ban đầu nó có một lực lượng lớn.Do các vết nứt, mà lực lượng đã nổ ra bên ngoài.Các hạt là một nguồn thư giãn không ngừng.Tùy chọn:Khôi phục các hạt để đóng dấu lạnh.Lớp người làm say mê đã có để có thể sử dụng phép thuật cấp sức mạnh để đá quý và khoáng chất. Họ đã rất hiếm kể từ khi nó yêu cầu một số tiền lớn của các nỗ lực để có được một mức độ kỹ năng cao.Đó là Charon, và ông là một pháp sư cấp cao."Chết tiệt! Vinh dự này không phải là danh dự đó."Charon chạm vào các hạt bị hỏng."Khôi phục các viên bi!"Một bàn tay dazzlingly chiếu như các vết nứt gọn gàng được sửa chữa.Các kỹ năng công việc người làm say mê.Khả năng phục hồi độ bền của đá quý huyền diệu và vật liệu cho giá trị ban đầu.Các lạnh lạnh từ những bánh mì mà đã mở rộng vô hạn định biến mất bí ẩn tại thời điểm đó."oh!""Bây giờ tôi có thể cuối cùng ngừng giữ hơi thở của tôi."Từ đó về sau, tất cả mọi người trong đoàn thám hiểm đã có thể thở dễ dàng hơn nhiều.Tê rời khỏi bàn tay của mình vì lạnh đi. Charon, từ ngay lập tức ông chạm vào nó với bàn tay của mình, biến thành băng nhưng phù thủy Serbia hỏng hạt được nguyên vẹn."Tiết kiệm anh ta, hồi sinh anh ta bằng cách nào đó!""Thiên Chúa tiên sư nó!"Họ kiểm tra xung quanh thành phố nhưng hầu hết các lớp học văn thư đã mất cuộc sống của họ.Từ các cầu thang các cuộc thám hiểm có thể nhìn thấy cảnh quan xung quanh.Kể từ khi các vết nứt đã được cố định, một cơn Gió Bắc ấm thổi.Họ bật mắt của họ một chút về phía bầu trời để xem một lượng mưa nhẹ.Một chút ấm mưa.Tuy nhiên, nó dường như rằng băng sẽ không được tan chảy. Nhân vật của mình còn sống và bị mắc kẹt với thanh sức khỏe của mình bật màu xanh."Sau đó tôi sẽ mua bất cứ điều gì bạn muốn."Giọng nói của trống nứt như ông đã nói chuyện và sau đó ông đã chuyển sang hạt mịn của phù thủy.Tại thời điểm đó, một số cảnh từ bên trong các hạt đã được hiển thị.Trong một khu vực với một cảnh quan xung quanh của một lớp dày của tuyết.Các cô gái trẻ đã phải tìm hiểu ma thuật.Bất cứ khi nào các cô gái sử dụng ma thuật, bông tuyết nhỏ đã được sinh ra. Đôi khi nhỏ khối băng đã được thực hiện.Mỗi khi cô đã thành công với ma thuật của cô, các cô gái mỉm cười.Serbia phù thủy.Có lẽ đó là tài năng bên trong của cô gái. Kỹ năng của cô gái đã tăng trưởng ngày càng.Trẻ dễ thương bé mặc một chiếc áo choàng. Cô ấy là quá nhỏ cho nó ban đầu, nhưng cuối cùng nó phù hợp với cô ấy.Tuy nhiên, cô đã nghe nói rằng mages thích hợp sử dụng staves.Sau một thời gian, kẻ xâm lược đặt chân lên đất tuyết yên bình.Một legion của những con quái vật chiến đấu chống lại con người lính.Phù thủy Serbia đã chiến đấu chống lại những kẻ thù.Quái vật sẽ đóng băng bất cứ khi nào cô sử dụng ma thuật của cô. Binh sĩ của con người không thể chịu được lạnh và mất là tốt.Truyền thuyết về phù thủy Serbia lan rộng khắp châu lục này!Trong lịch sử lục địa Versailles, có một lần là một bậc thầy huyền thoại của băng Magic.Gió và mưa đã báo trước sự hiện đến của một cơn bão. Serbia phù thủy nào sóng tay của mình và tất cả mọi thứ đã đóng băng.Băng loại ma thuật, cơn bão đóng băng!-Sự kỳ diệu của phù thủy băng Serbia đã được khôi phục. Mạnh mẽ làm thay đổi khí hậu để chinh phục kẻ thù. Những người quen thuộc với băng dựa ma thuật bây giờ có thể tìm hiểu phép thuật tiên tiến."Ah!"Trống thở dài.Phù thủy Serbia gãy hạt. Họ đã quản lý để khôi phục lại các hạt. Bây giờ nó đã có thể tìm hiểu các loại mới của ma thuật mà không cần một spellbook hoặc vật liệu. Các hạt có kỹ năng cao trước băng ma thuật. Đối với trống, một pháp sư chuyên nghiệp băng, nó là một trong những kho báu huyền diệu tốt nhất.Oberon tiếp cận với ông và đặt tay trên vai mình.“There’ll be another chance.”Drum lamented for a while.“I’ll have a chance again?”“Perhaps...”“...”The beads were obtained by the expedition after a lot of hardship.Drum inevitably raised the Witch Beads to the altar of the gods.***The live internet feed ended at sunset as the expedition dedicated the beads to the altar.It was not just in reality. Taverns all across the continent of Versailles with magical screens installed could see the footage.“The heat wave is going to disappear?”“How could they do this?”People had already given up trying to adjust to the heat.They found it incredibly hard to believe that the heat would be gone so easily.Nevertheless, they had some expectations.At that moment, there was no event more important that this.The Witch's Beads disintegrated into dust when they were placed on that altar. However, the powers within the beads began to cycle and create its impact on the entire continent.The sweltering heat caused by the Curse of the Scorpion King on the continent began to change.The atmospheric temperature lowered until it was how it used to be.A refreshing breeze blew past, cooling the lukewarm beers.“Bravo.”“Cheers.”Many people threw festivals, indulging in their excitement over the success.You could see people yelling in pleasure across almost every city or town in the Versailles continent.Weed rode on the Wyverns with Alveron and took to the skies. They were escorted by Bingryong. They had left to check on the remnants of the Valley of Death.The place was teeming with monsters.“Kyawoo. It’s a human!”“Kill him!”Weed shook his head.“Looks like it’s gone.”The Valley of Death was covered in snow and ice.The sun was in the sky, but it did not feel hot and a warm breeze blew. Since the Serbian Witch Beads had been restored, chilling air no longer permeated from the cracks.The source of the curse.The heat wave that covered the entire continent was proving extremely useful.The snow and ice, that never seemed to melt, dissolved instantly into water. Because of the Valley of Death, it flowed through like the rapids. But because the land was so barren, it quickly sucked up the moisture that was being offered.“Gaaahh! The heat! It’s burning my body! Master!”Bingryong was suffering as he struggled to beat his wings in the sky. Droplets of water dripped and fell from his body of ice.For most people the increasing temperature was a blessing, but to Bingryong it led to weakening his strength.“Please, spare me. Master.”Bingryong was overwhelmed with pain and tears. His eyes held the most heartbreaking glance.“Useless!”His penetrating glance told Bingryong to knock it off. This much was not enough to be out of breath. Eve

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