Chapter 109: Weekend Underground Rally

A few days later, on Sunday, the basement of the slaughtered lamb.

Jace was sitting in the corner looking at the Shallow Exploration of the Laws of Orcish Runes laid out on the table, watching intently.

Gakin had been rattling on for a long time around the campfire, analyzing some of the spells, or suspected spell statements, or whatever, that everyone had collected over the last few weeks.

Most of those suspected of being spells were in orcish, and Jace could even understand quite a few of them.

It’s not that orcish spells don’t exist, it’s just that they’re not very common, and even magic invented or improved by orcs like Eye of Kilrogg is demonic.

After all, the orcs contacted the dark shadow magic time is also about only a decade or so, during this period born by the orcs themselves to learn the dark shadow are also in demonic language, orcish language and dark magic connection is not yet so deep.

So the exchanges these guys were having here should have been futile for the most part as well, and it was fine with those present that Jace was listening while reading his own book in the name of preparing for his exams.

Jace hadn’t dared to try the Life Suck spell again in the last few days, the magic was undoubtedly the most dangerous of the ones he had mastered and tried.

Not only could you do very terrible damage to others, but you could also hurt yourself if you didn’t get a good handle on it. It’s just that despite throwing up some blood that day, Jace didn’t feel sick or inflamed or anything like that.

After returning to Stormwind that day and seeking out the priests of the church, there were no external or potential internal injuries that were found to require treatment, and the symptoms of vomiting blood ended quickly.

The Kid guessed that it was likely that the life energy he drew from had broken his blood vessels and disrupted the circulation of bodily fluids in the initial stages, but when the overflow of life energy that his body couldn’t withstand ended, the ones that were left repaired the blood vessels again.

In other words, it was only a process of discharging the overflowing energy, and the damage to Jace’s body was limited to that very first moment. When the energy dissipated into the air and there was an outward glow of those life forces, the entire process was over.

The Kid’s statement somewhat eased Jace’s fears, and at the priest’s place, even the priest hadn’t noticed any signs of his body being infested with dark energy.

Including when probing for hidden damage with the Holy Light Divine Art, the Holy Light didn’t have the same painful burning sensation as it did when saving from the Necrotic Corruption Infection before, and the matter was put behind them.

Still, in hindsight, remembering the moments when he used life-sucking to strip the sheep of their vigor, Jace always felt an addiction in him.

It was hard for him to say if it had to do with Shadow magic or the feeling of being in control of the power.

All magic is addictive, to the extent that eventually, like elves, they become so dependent on it that once they leave the source of magic for a certain amount of time, they begin to experience physical and mental degradation. It is also known as the lost hearted, some weird elves that look like dry skinned zombies that have lost their normal sanity, and their goal of survival is to frantically chase after any scrap of mana.

In order to ignore this addiction as much as possible, he planned to go to Grid after this rally to see how he was recovering from his injuries, and then to continue his sword training, getting rid of those negative and harmful emotions with exercise and sweat.

At this point, Jace noticed that Erland Dudmore always looked this way from time to time, and he passed it off as invisible.

The guy was quite a fighter and always spoke and acted in a very nonchalant manner, but it wasn’t like the kind of guy Gagin was capable of doing something like holding a knife over someone in an alleyway.

And at this time, he was obviously more interested in the incantations that Gagin was talking about in a messy way. Unlike before when he didn’t give a damn about the assembly ah, magic learning ah, since that day when he was hit by Jace’s magic, he was obviously a lot more interested in learning the spells, and now he was even pantomiming something along with Garkin.

At this moment, Jace was fully engaged in his orcish rune research when Erland suddenly called out, “Hey Gagin, where’s that last spell?”

Jace perceived that the words, though shouted at Gagin, sounded as if they were directed this way.

He raised his eyes for a moment, and sure enough Erland was looking this way.

Erlend was obviously talking about the Weakness Curse, what, after all the spells Gagin had said, he hadn’t talked about the Weakness Curse yet?

“I saw Jace-chan use it quite well last time.” Erland glanced this way and then toward Gagin’s side, “Such a powerful spell, Gagin, aren’t you going to disclose it to all of us?”

Sulenna, Ursula and Galdus looked at Jace and some at Gakin. Gakin smiled and said, “Don’t be in a hurry, Erland Dudmore, I’m glad your desire to learn something new is so strong, but the most powerful and effective spells are naturally saved for the last outing. Jace is willing to share his discoveries with us, and there is no way I could ever disappoint him.”

In fact, all this time Jace had been wondering why Gagin had exchanged the “precious” spells he had kept with Jace for these practical spells, but instead of keeping the exchanged spells for himself, he had shared them with everyone.

Either that or Gagin thinks those so-called “precious” spells aren’t precious at all, and uses them as little bargaining chips to trade with others, just like Jace viewed the Weakness spell.

After all, Gagin had mentioned when he brought out those three spells that he hadn’t learned any of them except for the Reckless Curse.

And Reckless Curse just doesn’t sound all that useful, after all, who wants their enemies to go crazy? It’s not like you’re playing a game where you add a phrase with an extra drop or something.

Maybe he really wants this place to grow, and he really wants more people to follow his “dark art path”.

At this moment, Gakin was looking over at Jace’s side and said, “This new member of ours was traveling out a few days ago when he accidentally acquired a new spell, which he named Curse of Weakness, a spell that is obviously very different from the ones we’ve learned before, and which probably didn’t originate from the warlocks of the Orc tribe.”

Hearing this, Jace was a bit surprised, he hadn’t expected Gagin’s realization that the spell had nothing to do with orcs, after all, he had asked the brat to make sure that the spell wasn’t even a demonic one, but originated from the void.

At that moment, Ursula came over from a short distance away and asked quietly, “Hey, Jace, you didn’t learn about this spell when you went to the Wild West, did you? Did you come back from stealing it from the fishmen and not tell me, but told Gagin instead?”

Jace said helplessly, “I didn’t even know what it was when I came back, Ursula. The spell isn’t Fishman’s, I found it when I was scavenging, and when I first found it I didn’t even know if it was Shadow Magic, and I couldn’t read it, so maybe it’s something from the Witches’ Temple. Didn’t you hear Gagin, it’s impossible to tell if it’s an orcish spell or not.”

He leaned close to Ursula’s ear and said, “Besides, didn’t I give you a naga scale as compensation?”