Chapter 48
Dylan ran after Liam and couldn't help but be happy about 10 levels, his movements were much faster now, his perception and speed of thinking also helped a lot. He hadn't yet assessed how much stronger and faster his spells were, but he could already say that it was significant.
Dylan stopped rejoicing and drew attention the pain in his body and the many injuries he had. Although the new constitution stats were helpful, they weren't as good as he would have liked. Looking closely at the injuries with his various senses, he found seven fractures. Dylan could only see them roughly and that was only because the life force and stamina that flowed through his body was broken in seven different places. They were fractures and he couldn't even see how the muscle tissue and nerves were damaged, but the intense sensation of pain made him understand how serious it was.
God, it's so good that I have a high pain resistance, otherwise I wouldn't be able to move normally!
Dylan decided that he urgently needed to fix this. Of course, he couldn't do anything about the pain, but he could fasten the fractures together and restore the flow of endurance and life force in them. He filled the damage with mana and was able to roughly understand how to fasten them, a couple of power spells put the bones in place. Thinking about this, he decided that it was worth updating the mana structure in his hands, after all, he did it too quickly and did not pay enough attention to it. Before proceeding with this, he handed the orc's spear to Liam, and then removed the mana structure in his hands, wincing in pain.
Doing this while running was not my best idea.
While his hands were dangling in his forearms, he took a third of his life force, 10% of his stamina, and about 200 MP, carefully starting to weave the mana structure inside. It was not as easy as he imagined, the structure simply did not want to assemble. As a final component, he added will to it and immediately felt how the ribs and arms firmly stood in place, ceasing to move in any way. Checking them, and looking at the various damage more closely, he was satisfied with the work done, such a structure can withstand all his physical strength and even more.
Dylan finished the treatment in 10 minutes, continuing to run, listening to the sounds of the forest at the same time, he did not hear anything that would alert him. Therefore, he decided that the orcs had not yet caught up with them, but he had no doubt that they would do so.
Dylan now had only one option, namely to follow the prince's plan and gather in one place. The scouts had previously found a high hill on this side of the river and that was the gathering point. They split up to prevent the orcs from pursuing them at the same time and to get a better chance of survival for several groups. Liam and Dylan had to cover about 30 kilometers strictly towards the sunrise, following the completely unclear landmarks that the prince had mentioned. Dylan had already begun to think that they were lost, but a really high hill appeared in the distance.
Now that's what I call luck.
It took another 10 minutes to get to him, Dylan asked Liam to wait for him while he found the others. But after searching the area, he found no one.
Apparently we arrived first.
Dylan returned to Liam, he was leaning against a tree and renewing the freezing spell again to stop the bleeding. He was very pale, and the red ice that was visible through the hole in his armor did not inspire any hope for a quick healing. Dylan did not know how to support his friend, so he decided to talk to him and examine his wounds.
"And how do you feel, how close are you to death?" Dylan asked heavily, sitting down in front of him.
"Very much, because of the constant freezing, I have already started to lose life force constantly. If a healer does not fly to me in a few hours, the ring will take me." Liam said and looked at him. There was no sadness or regret in his eyes, but a slight fear was noticeable.
"Is it hard to overcome the fear of death, even though you know it doesn't threaten you?"
"Yes, it's really hard. My body and instincts tell me that I'm going to die soon, it's hard not to listen to them."
"Yeah, I agree, it's such a creepy feeling... I hope someone will come and fix you up, but there's no point in relying on them. We got there first, maybe they were attacked on the way or something... I should take a look at you, maybe I can help you somehow."
Liam simply nodded and closed his eyes. Dylan knew how much pain there was from such injuries and was already very surprised that he was able to fly for so long. He also praised his composure, he didn't know if it was possible to get used to the feeling of death, but he hoped that it would not affect Liam too much.
Dylan carefully removed Liam's armor and could see a through wound that had been sealed with ice. This was very bad, the spear was very thick. Therefore, when it hit, it pierced the intestines, completely destroyed the kidney and hit the stomach. Under other circumstances, it would have been an excruciating death from blood loss, but Liam's magic could somehow counteract this.
"Damn, man, how did you do that, I thought I did better when I was blocking the spear." Dylan asked in shock.
"I had to spread the [Adaptive Aquatic Weapon] skill to my body and pump it with a lot of mana to keep it under control."
"And how did you not get mana overload?"
"Racial skill, all the water mana in my body does not overload it much and my Mana Output stats are quite high. But this will not go far, in a few hours the mana will start to overload and I will no longer be able to control the icing spells so accurately."
"How much mana do you have left?"
"If we could stay longer, I would have collected all the diamond dust and mana from the water, but as it is, it's only 3000 MP."
"Well, that's still not bad. How many did you have at the beginning?"
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"15.000 MP."
"Damn, how much mana do you have left?"
"About 10 percent."
"Okay, that's not important now. What's important is that we'll wait for the healers, I won't be able to heal you while you're in the ice. But there's no point in removing it, since the most I can do is stop the bleeding. I don't have spells that restore vital organs, only spells that speed up natural healing. If we remove the ice, you might get worse and your life energy might start leaking out. We'll only do that when you start feeling mana overload."
Liam nodded and closed his eyes again. Dylan wanted to believe that he could help him, but he knew that he couldn't. Without trained healers, he knew he could screw things up badly, so all his magic was saved for emergencies. Sitting down next to Liam, he looked at his resources and was slightly disappointed.
Health 803/1900 HP 2.850 HP/hour
Mana 1707/2990 MP 2.89 MP/hour
Endurance 1100/2350 ST 35.25 ST/hour
He had used many techniques and stat-enhancing skills today, which was why he had used up so much stamina. He had turned off the [Accelerated Perception] and [Parallel Thinking] skills while thinking, and could now estimate their cooldown. If he had used them before and they had only slightly consumed stamina, now his thinking speed had slowed down a bit and his head had started to hurt.
Mmm, of course, that's what I needed right now, although with the rest of my body hurting, it's hardly noticeable.
"Damn, what do you think could have been done better against the orc?" Dylan asked, trying to distract Liam, to which he opened his eyes and shifted his position slightly.
"I should have immediately created ice constructs with diamond tips, but I was severely limited by my stats against him at close range. I really lacked the speed of thought and time to prepare spells."
"I understand, me too didn't have enough statistics and time to put together a strong spell."
"One problem, if we had prepared spells in advance, and not attacked him instantly. Perhaps everything would have been different, and perhaps he would have been wary of our magic and I would not have been able to catch him with diamond darts."
"That's right." Dylan nodded and continued the conversation.
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After Dylan's victory over the orc.
Pow. Alistair Kiterii
Alistair watched in fascination as Cassandra took control of a huge amount of blood and created a sphere in front of her. In his senses, she glowed with blood mana, not only Cassandra's mana, but also the mana of dead orcs.
How I envy specialized mages. Because they can use other people's mana with such ease.
He stopped thinking about it and focused on the task at hand. He needed to fill this blood with the strongest poison he could create, so he pulled out several bags of various poisons and handed them to Cassandra. These were poisons he had created during his time in this horror. He wasn't proud of their effectiveness, but he figured he couldn't expect anything better in this environment.
Cassandra didn't bother, she just threw them in and stirred them around with blood manipulation. Alistair shook his head slightly in disrespect for his work and walked closer to the blood sphere. He took a drop of blood from the sphere and tasted it. The way Cassandra looked at him was haunting, her gaze was full of disgust and he just couldn't stand it.
"You're the bloodsucker! It's not my fault that the spell I need costs so much mana, it's easier for me to estimate the proportions of the poison by taste!" Having assessed that the characteristic taste of the poison was almost inaudible, he continued in an irritated tone. "Stir it better!"
Cassandra did not argue with him, as she apparently thought he was crazy. Alistair paid no attention to her now and tasted the poison again.
Apparently there isn't enough time for it to react with the other poison, due to the high iron and oxygen content. Or maybe it just stops working so quickly and won't give me the effect I need?
"Alistair, please hurry up."
Alistair winced slightly and still couldn't help but agree with her, time was running out as always. Quickly calculating in his mind what optimal results he could come to, he took out another pouch with another poison and threw it in. Cassandra wordlessly began to stir it while he cast a complex transmutation spell, which was supposed to increase the duration of the poison's effect. After using it, he tried the blood again and was very pleased with the result. Even with his [Rare] resistance to poison, it worked on him. Alistair almost immediately felt his breath catch and he began to breathe with difficulty. Of course, he hadn't developed immunity or resistance skill specifically to this combination of poisons, but that said a lot.
"Ready." He said heavily and began to cast a special transmutation spell. The poison that had already made his head spin from lack of oxygen began to disappear.
Cassandra nodded and finished the spell, thousands of small needles of crystal blood began to fly out of the sphere at every living orc and goblin, after hitting, the blood crystals dissolved and the poison contained in them entered the bloodstream.
The poison that Alistair created bound the oxygen and iron in the blood, essentially preventing anyone from breathing. Theoretically, it was lethal to everyone, but the orcs' huge mass and physique characteristics could counteract it in their own way. He had no doubt that many would die, but this was done primarily to prevent persecution.
After Cassandra finished casting the spell, she took his arm and activated the stat increase skill, starting to run quickly.
Alistair could only complain about the unfairness of this "training". The lack of proper equipment, ingredients, time and inflated expectations had pushed his mental state to the limit, and the fact that he was now more like extra baggage since he was without a drop of mana upset him even more. But one could find one very big plus in this. He would raise a lot of levels.
Congratulations, you have defeated [Orc] [Rare] lvl 35. You gain less experience for winning in a group.
Congratulations, you have defeated [Forest Goblin] [Common] Lvl 41. You gain less experience for winning in a group.
Congratulations, you have defeated [Forest Goblin] [Common] Lvl 38. You gain less experience for winning in a group.
Congratulations, you have defeated [Forest Goblin] [Common] Lvl 45. You gain less experience for winning in a group.
Congratulations, you have defeated [Forest Goblin] [Common] Lvl 50. You gain less experience for winning in a group.
Congratulations, you have defeated [Orc] [Rare] lvl 23. You gain less experience for winning in a group.
Congratulations, you have defeated [Orc] [Rare] lvl 21. You gain less experience for winning in a group.
Congratulations, you have defeated [Forest Goblin] [Common] Lvl 60. You gain less experience for winning in a group.
Congratulations, you have defeated [Forest Goblin] [Common] Lvl 55. You gain less experience for winning in a group.
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It's only been a few minutes and he's already received a lot of notifications, but most importantly, he's upgraded his class.
Congratulations, you have gained one level in the [Alchemist] class [Rare] Level 8 > Level 9
For 1 level you get:
Intelligence +6
Wisdom +6
Mental Control +6
Willpower +3
Mana +4
Mana regeneration +5
+5 free attribute points