Carrie was an intermediate druid. She only became recently, so she still had to cover up her own weaknesses with various items. For the team that she was leading, all the members were summoner druids. Of course, some of them were also learning how to cast elemental spells.
In Angstrom City, most young female elves strived to become like Carrie. They started by learning summoner druid spells (the most powerful ones to start with as a druid), then once they upgraded themselves to become a novice druid, they then had the option to select their specialized field.
Out of the many options that the female elves had, one of them was to become double-class druid like Carrie (both summoner and elemental). Many of them chose that since being in a double-class was a very common thing for the elves.
There was also another option. A druid could choose to be a summoner and shapeshifter double class, or just a shapeshifter. By becoming a shapeshifter, a druid would become extremely fearsome in close-ranged combat. They could become a bear druid or a wolf druid, both of which had their advantages and disadvantages.
Wolf druids were notorious for their speed. Not only that, but they also had two spells up in their arsenal. One was the “spreading plague” that could give poison buff to their physical attacks; the other was “savagery,” which was a healing spell that could make up for their lack of health points.
For obvious reasons, bear druids were much more powerful than the wolf druids. They could perform “shock waves” to faint their enemies or use “flame claws” to increase their fire attack.
Back to team Lawland.
The four elven ladies Carrie led were four young novice druids. These members had a lot of potential, but as of now, the only decent fighter was Carrie. For the team to truly flourish, they needed a few more years. Needless to say, Carrie felt a lot of stress as she was the one calling every single shot.
Throughout this journey, Abel had been to one to foresee most of the incoming threats. If he didn’t help the girls escape when the rock element spiritual beasts appeared, the team would’ve been in a much worse state than it was now. If something bad happened, honestly, Carrie wouldn’t know what to tell the girls’ families.
“You’re tired, aren’t you,” Abel said empathetically.
“Dinner is ready!” the voice of Lady Morrie came over.
When Abel and Carrie sat by the bonfire, they saw that there were six chickens that were roasted to a golden brown. Just by the smell alone, they could tell how good of a cook Lady Morrie was.
Abel said after taking a bite, “It was the right thing to give you your own magic staff. This is some excellent cooking!”
“Oh, you!” Morrie smiled at the compliment.
When dinner was over, the team hung the chickens’ internal organs to a tree. It was a ceremonial thing. When they were done, Abel decided to go back to his camp to rest. Carrie seemed like she had something to say, though.
Carrie told the team after clapping her hands together, “Alright, team! Listen up, because there’s some announcement that I’ve been meaning to make!”
After hearing that, the elven ladies sat back to where they were sitting for dinner.
“Okay,” Carrie started off with a cough, “I have to say, I am very disappointed with our team’s performance today. Some of our members were almost lost, and everyone, including me, had to hold account to that.”
“Muriel! Marianne! You are both many years older than Morrie. You are both more experienced than her, but the way you’ve behaved was just as childish as her. We elves might be the masters of the Double Moon Forest, but you girls didn’t seem to remember how dangerous nature could be. If something wrong happens, there’s a chance that none of us get to leave!”
The three elven ladies that were called out lowered their heads in shame. Morrie, especially, was already sobbing to herself. No one blamed Carrie for being too harsh, though. They all knew that she was trying to be a good leader.
Carrie continued with a bow to the rest of the team, “As the leader of this team, I am the one who has to bear the most responsibility! And today, because of my carelessness, we almost had to suffer the casualties of our members! If I’m ever bringing your girls out, in my own life, I swear that I’ll bring you all back safely! So, girls, remember your lessons! We must be more careful next time!”
“Yes, captain!”
As sad as the elven ladies were, when they went to each of their own camps, some very high-pitched, excited laughter came out. They were getting excited by the large buckets of water Abel brought back. Since they were this far into their quest, they never expected to have this much water to themselves.
Abel was a lot calmer in comparison. When he went back to his own camp, he began to isolate himself with the seclusion circle.
Now that he couldn’t go to the dark world, he had to find some other ways to make use of his night time. He kind of had an idea of what to do. Since the soul of a BlackRock python was in his possession, he could try to make another new magic staff. He couldn’t do the same for the ghost-face poisonous tarantula, though. Since the arachnid blew itself up, he couldn’t find a way to retrieve its soul.
Abel took out a plain staff from his kong kong spiritual beast bag. He got it from a fallen wizard in the dark world. As useless as it was in the dark world, it was an extremely precious item on the Holy Continent.
Whilst following the recipe that was written in the book “Introduction to Crafting Magic Staff,” Abel took out a few precious metals that he got from the elves–a few fine adamant, some mithril pieces, and a large chunk of light steel. These were all basic ingredients to making a magic staff.
Abel’s still had a lot of the gemstones to power the magic staff in his portal bag. Now, it was time to begin the craft.
Abel started off by melting the light steel. Since he didn’t have any blacksmith tools with him, he just activated a “fireball” spell with his left hand and kept it there. After that, he took out a crucible from his portal bag. It was a part of the “Akara’s alchemy bottle”‘s full set. It was a dark-gold quality piece, of course.
When the crucible was placed on top of a fire-resistant frame, he placed his fireball directly beneath the frame. At the same time, he placed the large chunk of light steel in the crucible. Since he was using his spell for this, it didn’t take much time at all for the crucible to glow in red.
And just look at that. The light steel was already melted into liquid form. Abel took out a dagger that was made with fine steel. Whilst calculating the right ratio in his find, he used its tip to cut the right amount of adamant and mithril’s from the pieces that he had. To make sure that he was precise enough, he even used his golden combat qi to make sure that he had the right grip.
Even the druid spirit that he had helped him to do this. With just a main soul, he was never going to get a precise measurement of the adamant and mithril mass. Now that he had two spirits, he could just let the druid spirit figure out the right amount.
Now that the adamant and mithril pieces were separated and placed inside the crucible, Abel began stirring with his stirring stick in a clockwise direction. Interestingly enough, this part was never mentioned in the recipe book. It just said that he was supposed to mix the three materials together.
Once the adamant and mithril dissolved in the light metal solution, a light golden liquid began to appear. Abel couldn’t turn off the heat, though. He needed the solution to be in liquid form to continue with the next procedure.
Abel took out his plain magic staff. After that, he took out a metal stick with the width of a pen. He was going to use it to draw his magic rune, with the ink being the burning hot solution that he just made. Since he wasn’t an ordinary wizard, he didn’t have to bother wearing anything to protect himself from the heat.
As he covered his right hand with his golden combat qi, he began to place the blank magic staff on a flat surface. He switched the flame off with his left hand. With his left hand holding a blacksmith’s tong, he grabbed the crucible and slowly poured the solution at the sharp tip of the metal stick. His right hand was holding the metal stick as he would with a pen. There was a slotted area on the stick, so the solution went in when he poured the solution.
Abel was a brilliant multitasker. While his left hand was pouring the light golden solution (that’s also extremely hot), his right hand started drawing the rune pattern. He was very focused, in a way that he wouldn’t miss a single stroke.
