Chapter 1292: The Mystery of the Gathering (Ⅰ)

"It's easy for you to say..." Medea sighed with a sad face.

As a "warlock", Medea can only develop spells from her own blood. Of course, the number of spells she masters cannot be compared with spellcasting professions such as witches or mages who rely on "intelligence" for food. Moreover, the spells she is good at, Most of them really belong to the School of Confusion and Control, and they can't tell the pain in their hearts.

"Aside from 'spiritual barrier', what other spells do hags have for gathering?" Joan asked Guslin.

The spells he mastered, although the highest level is only 3 rings, fortunately, they cover the eight major schools of arcane arts.

As Guslin said, abolishing a "confusion control school" is not a big deal for him. There are many ways to avoid mental imbalance like Medea.

"During the fight last time, the seven hag sisters also used the 2nd level 'spider web', the 3rd level 'lightning beam', the 4th level 'withering', the 6th level 'mind gaze', and the 'frozen ball'. There are 7 rings 'Force Prison'."

"Before that conflict, the hags teamed up to launch the 7th ring spell 'controlling the weather', which summoned a typhoon and storm, causing great damage to our tribe's buildings."

Guasilin knocked on the floor with the cigarette pot.

"My original residence was destroyed by the storm. This wooden building on stilts was newly built later. Unfortunately, my alchemy cauldron was blown away by the typhoon before being rescued in time. Thinking about it now, I still feel distressed."

"Of course, this is not all the assembly spells. I don't know what other tricks the hags have."

After listening to Guslin's narration, Joan couldn't help but feel a little headache.

Guslin noticed the change in his expression and comforted her with a smile: "Young man, the spells I just mentioned can only be cast by hags when they are in assembly. Don't be frightened."

"To form an assembly, hags must keep a distance of no more than 30 feet from each other, gather together to hold an assembly ceremony, and maintain a high degree of concentration, thereby linking the spirits of all assembly members to form a public magic pool."

"If a hag participating in the assembly is too far away from other companions, the spiritual connection will be broken, and the spells in the public magic pool will no longer be able to be called. The hag assembly will also be weakened by the loss of one member."

Qiao An nodded, and thought about it: "Since there are such restrictions on the hag gathering, the seven green hag sisters must try to avoid dispersing as much as possible. It may be unrealistic to find a chance for them to be alone."

Guasilin nodded lightly: "It is true as you said, the seven green hags who live in the swamp mangroves are never separated, they even eat and sleep together, fortunately no matter how cautious they are, Nor can we maintain a highly focused state of assembly forever, and there will always be opportunities for us to take advantage of."

"Such as launching a surprise attack while the hags are asleep?" Gray Bird proposed a strategy.

Guslin shrugged noncommittally.

"We tried to do that, but it didn't work out."

"The hags always take turns to rest, and at least three of them remain awake; in addition, there are a large group of bully frog guards patrolling around their residences, so it is difficult to launch a sneak attack without alarming them."

"It's really difficult, but it's not impossible." Joan thought about it and said, "We can use the 'Eagle Eye Technique' for long-range detection. After we are familiar with the local environment, we can all bless the 'Invisibility Technique', use flying or teleportation spells, Skip the bullyrog's cordon and sneak into the hag's dwelling in the woods."

"You are very smart, little mage, and this is exactly what I want you to try to do. If you can get rid of the seven hag sisters through a successful raid, I will give you three unicorn rabbits each for free. Our Gurga tribe will also form a never-fading friendship with you, and I will never refuse to use me in the future!"

Guasilin looked at Joan with piercing eyes, full of expectation.

Medea tugged at Joan's sleeve, reminding him not to be fooled by Guslin's empty words.

"Auntie, you entrusted us with a narrow escape mission, and the reward is only three pairs of unicorn rabbits? This is too unkind!" Medea said angrily.

Guasilin also knew that risks and rewards were indeed unequal, so she asked Medea with a smirk: "Little girl, what else do you want from me? Why don't you tell me, I will try my best to meet your requirements."

With three pairs of unicorn rabbits, Medea can raise and breed more baby rabbits on her own, providing enough experimental subjects for her and Joan's cooperation project. Apart from that, she has nothing else to ask for from the Boggard , turned to look at Joan to see what he wanted.

The level of civilization of the bog people is far lower than that of human society. Joan has not seen any rare treasures or magic equipment that he can't make himself here. It would be too philistine to ask Guslin directly for money or magic crystals. .

Joan thought for a while, then made up her mind, and said to Guslin: "In addition to the three pairs of unicorn rabbits, I also need to draw a pint of blood from you and Gudora."

After hearing his request, Guasilin turned pale with fright, looked up and down the young mage, her eyes were full of vigilance.

"Little mage, you want the blood of me and Gudora... are you trying to cast a curse on us, confuse our sanity, and make us fall in love with you uncontrollably?"

"Of course not!" Qiao An was angry and funny, and quickly clarified her misunderstanding, "I just want to use your blood as a research sample to analyze the magic power contained in the blood!"

"Really?" Guasilin stared at Joan dubiously.

"Auntie, you don't need to worry! Even if Joan really wanted to cast a love curse on someone, she would still choose a young and beautiful girl. You are so old, and your appearance... Well, it doesn't conform to the aesthetics of human beings. Preferences, thinking about these is purely superfluous!"

After all, Medea still couldn't hold back the urge to complain crazily.

Guasilin gave her an angry look.

"According to what you say, the little mage will only cast a curse on a coquettish woman like you? That's not necessarily the case, maybe he prefers girls from Neixiu."

"But I didn't see where you are, old man!" Medea continued to fire.

Guasilin snorted resentfully, ignored her, turned her head and said to Qiao An: "Little Mage, I can give you my blood, Auntie, I am also a person who has experienced big storms, even if you want to do that kind of embarrassment to me." It's not that I can't bear the bad things, but Gudora can't, she's still a naive and pure little girl, if there is any trouble, I can't explain it to her stupid father who is still serving his sentence."

Joan could see that Guslin still couldn't fully trust herself, but it was understandable.

The profession of "witch" is very good at cursing spells, and blood is precisely the most commonly used material for casting curses. Guasilin puts herself in the other's shoes, so it is inevitable that she has concerns about providing blood samples to others.