e-booksonline Chapter 9 Sleeping Pot
Chapter 9 Sleeping Pot
"Let go!"
Xia Tong was sweating profusely, desperately trying to pull out the stuck straight sword or shake off the corpse hanging on it.
Just then.
"roar--!"
In the distance, the heavily armored knight Grek had already noticed the strange occurrence.
He roared, raised the huge shield painted with a golden lion, and leveled the knight's lance in his hand, charging towards Xia Tong like a heavy chariot!
The ground trembled beneath his iron hooves.
"Let go!"
Seeing that she couldn't pull it out, Xia Tong made a quick decision and released the already chipped and broken sword.
Then, he leaned down to the side of the saddle and casually took it off.
call!
He now held a heavy spear in his hand.
The King's Army Spears.
These are spoils of war I seized while clearing out the mobs; I haven't been willing to sell them.
Melina reminded him that mounted combat required long weapons, and suggested he carry an extra weapon to his side.
Right now, it has actually saved a life.
"It's so great to have a good wife."
Xia Tong silently praised him and gripped the cold gun barrel tightly.
Behind him, two other lone Grik soldiers were already rushing toward him.
Further away were seven or eight Grek soldiers who had come to their aid after hearing the commotion, as well as the imposing elite knight.
"Well done!"
Xia Tong gave a low shout, choosing not to confront them head-on, but instead spurred his horse forward to create distance.
On a distant hillside, two hunched but thin figures crouched.
Those were two fanged little devils, ambushes that Xia Tong had deliberately left on the perimeter to provide support.
They gripped the magic pot tightly in their hands, their eyes fixed on the battlefield, ready to provide support at any moment.
Da da da!
Xia Tong sensed that the pursuers behind him had increased their distance, and suddenly pulled on the reins.
"Toret, a surprise attack!"
The spirit horse understood immediately and suddenly stopped and turned around.
Using the momentum of his horse's turn, Xia Tong, wielding his spear, charged toward the nearest Grek soldier.
With the horse's speed, the spear's penetrating power was amplified to the extreme.
puff!
The spear tip encountered no resistance and pierced straight into the chest of the Grik soldier, penetrating his armor.
Xia Tong has 17 points of strength at this time.
With a sudden burst of strength from his right hand, and using the momentum of the horse, he actually lifted the soldier up!
"Get out of here!"
With a flick of the spear, the corpse was sent flying, crashing down on one of the men following behind.
Golden runes flew out of the corpse and merged into Xia Tong's body.
64 points.
The lone soldier tried to get up, but was immediately entangled by three stray wolves that attacked from the flank, rendering him unable to move.
Xia Tong gently spurred the horse, and Toret darted past.
Another precise thrust of the gun.
Another kill was secured.
"There are 8 left!"
However, before he could even catch his breath...
Boom!Boom!Boom!
A rapid and heavy footstep sounded, like a death knell approaching from behind.
The powerful knight Grek, carrying a huge golden shield and wielding a heavy knight's lance, charged straight at them with the ferocity of an armored rhinoceros.
Xia Tong dared not confront them head-on, so she turned her horse around and galloped towards the hillside where the fanged little devil was lying in ambush.
He raced along, constantly looking back to calculate the distance.
Fifty meters... thirty meters... twenty meters...
About ten breaths later.
Xia Tong's eyes flashed sharply, and she shouted:
"Now!"
Upon receiving the order, the two fanged imps on the hillside attacked simultaneously.
Whoosh!Whoosh!
Two dark brown magic pots traced a graceful parabola in the sky, passing over Xia Tong's head and being thrown towards the Knight Grek behind him!
At the same time, Xia Tong forcefully turned the horse around.
Turn around, thrust your spear forward, and charge!
Boom!
The two magic pots struck the Knight Grek's massive shield with pinpoint accuracy, and blue magical flames exploded with a deafening roar.
Even with his amazing physique, the sudden magical shock caused him to stumble, his shield tilting to one side and revealing his vulnerable spot.
"A great opportunity!"
Xia Tong seized this fleeting moment of hesitation, and his spear, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, stabbed fiercely!
puff!
The spear tip pierced the seam where the knight's armor was joined, drawing out a trail of blood.
The knight, in pain, let out a roar.
hiss!hiss!
Before Xia Tong could even draw her spear and retreat, the knight, despite his injuries, used the momentum of his lance to sweep it forward!
The sweep covered a huge area. Although Xia Tong avoided it, Torret beneath her was caught in the crossfire.
Snapped!
The spear struck Torret heavily on the back of his hip.
Herod!
Torret let out a painful groan as his buttocks were torn open, blood dripping down his hair.
"Damn! As expected of an elite knight, his adaptability is truly impressive!"
Xia Tong was startled.
After landing a successful blow, the elite knight Grek immediately changed tactics, switching from a sweeping attack to a thrust.
The gleaming spear tip was aimed directly at Xia Tong's heart.
If the stab lands this time, Xia Tong will probably be done for.
However, at that moment...
"Awooo—!"
Three stray wolves finally arrived at the battlefield.
Ignoring the difference between life and death, they swarmed forward, frantically pouncing on Knight Grek, biting his leg armor and arms tightly, and interfering with his movements.
Taking advantage of this opening, Xia Tong suddenly spurred the horse's belly.
"Toret, let's go!"
Despite the excruciating pain, Torret strained with all four hooves, carrying Xia Tong as they fled towards the direction of the fanged little devil.
As Xia Tong retreated, she reconnected with the little devil through a mental link.
"Keep throwing! Don't stop!"
Two more magic pots were thrown over.
Boom! Boom!
The scene immediately descended into chaos.
The three lone wolves that had been desperately trying to stop the elite knights of Grek finally found an opportunity after completing their mission and escaped the encirclement by turning into phantoms.
However, one of the lone wolves was seriously injured, stabbed in the abdomen by a backhand shot from the elite knight Grek, and its spirit body was in a state of semi-disintegration.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
Xia Tong dared not linger in battle and led his remaining troops on a frantic retreat.
As he fled to the distant hillside, he looked back.
The elite knight Grek stood at the edge of the camp, angrily brandishing his lance, but the ordinary soldiers behind him had stopped chasing.
This has gone beyond the scope of their hatred.
After all, they are mindless zombies, driven entirely by instinct.
Their duty was merely to guard the camp in front of the checkpoint; they would not relentlessly pursue and kill.
......
On a safe hillside.
Xia Tong dismounted and looked at Toret with heartache.
Its hind legs were trembling, and a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain on its rump was a shocking sight.
Xia Tong quickly took out a handful of red dried fruit from her backpack and fed it to Toret.
"Eat up, my good buddy."
As soon as he ate a handful of dried Roja fruit, a magical scene unfolded.
The wound on Torrett's buttocks stopped bleeding and scabbed over at a visible speed.
The areas where the skin was originally torn and bleeding are now slowly healing and new fur is growing.
"The border region is truly a magical place."
Xia Tong couldn't help but sigh.
If this happened in his previous life, a horse with such severe injuries would definitely not recover in less than ten days or half a month, and might even have required euthanasia.
But in this world, eating a handful of dried fruit can have such an immediate effect.
And he himself was the same.
Previously, while keeping watch in the dense forest, he fought against dozens of Grik soldiers, suffering countless sword and knife wounds.
Having drunk from the Holy Grail of Red Dew, he had not a single scar left on his body.
........
"You seem very scared?"
"I am terrified of that Knight Greck."
A flash of blue light appeared, and Melina materialized.
She looked at Xia Tong, who was feeding the horse, and said bluntly.
That's way too blunt.
Xia Tong blushed slightly, and even paused in feeding the horse.
"cough……"
He wanted to refute, but he had nothing to say.
Indeed, he had been avoiding a direct confrontation with that Knight Grek.
In his past life, when he played video games, as a melee fighter, how many times was he killed by that knight's "Deadly Chain Stab"?
Although there are health potions in the game, the knight's attack frequency is so fast that there is no chance to drink them.
Therefore, in the real world, facing such a killing machine with her own flesh and blood, Xia Tong still instinctively felt fear.
This fear stems from awe of death.
......
the next day.
Islay Church.
Xia Tong sat on the other side of the fire, opposite Karie, a wandering merchant who was eating roasted venison and drinking ale.
Kale seemed to be in a good mood, humming an unknown tune.
Xia Tong tentatively asked:
"Kale, I've heard that your nomadic people are not only intelligent and good at business, but also brave and skilled warriors."
"That's it, that's it!"
Upon hearing this, Kali laughed smugly, his mustache twitching slightly.
"Our ancestors dared to point three fingers..."
He suddenly stopped talking halfway through his sentence and changed the subject:
"In short, our convoy has traveled to every corner of the border area."
Xia Tong seized every opportunity:
"I've sold so much equipment to you, so I guess I'm considered one of your valued customers, right?"
"Of course, my good brother! I only offer you the best price, no cheating!"
"Then...would you be willing to fight alongside me?"
Xia Tong's gaze was intense.
Kale's smile vanished instantly. He shook his head, picked up the wine pouch, and took a sip.
"No, my friend. We, a nomadic people, never participate in battles; we are neutral observers."
"I'll offer 1000 runes!"
"This isn't about money."
"2000 Runes!"
"Sigh..." Kale sighed, "I'm not actually interested in money. I just enjoy the process of making money, you know?"
"........."
Xia Tong was speechless.
Why do these lines sound so familiar?
For a moment, he didn't know whether to complain or remain silent.
Looking at Kalie's weathered face, Xia Tong suddenly remembered the wandering merchant in the game who often played that sad melody under the lonely night sky.
The music was filled with endless sorrow and memories of home.
"I think... you've been looking for something, haven't you?" Xia Tong suddenly said.
Kalie paused, "What can I be looking for?"
"Looking for a specific answer."
Xia Tong stared into his eyes:
"Find the answer to where your people went!"
pat.
The wine bag in Kale's hand fell to the ground.
He was startled, looking at Xia Tong with disbelief, his eyes sharpening:
How did you know?
"I can guess a bit. You are tasked with finding the great caravan."
Xia Tong said in a pretentious manner.
Of course he knows the truth.
The wandering merchant, Kale, is tasked with finding his missing tribesmen.
But if he were told now that his people were buried alive in the "abandoned omen" of the royal city of Rodel, and that they had summoned mad fire in despair...
The market is bound to collapse.
Moreover, with his current strength, going to the royal city would only bring him immense danger.
That's not where Carrie should be right now.
Xia Tong sighed and said seriously:
"In the future, I will explore the border areas and keep an eye out for you. I will let you know as soon as I have any clues."
"In exchange, you have to help me this time."
Kalie remained silent for a long time.
He picked up the wine bag, gave Xia Tong a deep look, and finally shook his head:
"I'm sorry, friend. As I said, I cannot directly participate in the battle; it's a tribal rule."
"but……"
Kalie reached into his pocket and rummaged around.
"Take this."
Xia Tong reached out and took it.
Those were three palm-sized, cracked pots made of inferior clay.
The teapot is grayish-brown in color and covered with natural cracks, making it look quite ordinary.
However, through the cracks in the pottery jar, one can see the liquid swirling inside.
That was neither water nor oil.
Instead, it was a viscous substance with a faint, dreamlike pale purple glow.
Just by holding it in your hand, you can smell a peculiar floral fragrance that is extremely delicate, but if you smell it for a long time, it will make you feel drowsy and lethargic.
Xia Tong's eyes lit up.
"This is……"
"This is made from special mushrooms and Torina water lilies."
Kalie lowered his voice, as if he were promoting some contraband:
"Sleep pot".
"That knight is strong, but he is still a mortal and needs to sleep."
Kalie patted Xia Tong on the shoulder:
"I won't intervene unless you're in a desperate situation. But this should help you solve that big problem."