Chapter 110
Chapter 110: The mysterious druid
One of the swordsmen made a simplified stretcher to carry Odysseus, who tried to defuse everyone’s hostility towards Trunks upon understanding the situation. It was a shame that although people didn’t continue to call for Trunks’ death, they kept throwing dark looks at him.
Trunks himself was rather light hearted about everyone’s enmity. Han Shuo even felt that he didn’t care in the slightest. To his surprise, when Han Shuo asked him, Trunks merely responded coolly, “If it hadn’t been for you miraculously discovering my movement, none of them would’ve left alive. I never pay attention to those who are of no threat to me.”
In the days he spent with Trunks, Han Shuo learned a few things about the Dark Forest through him. Within the depths of the Dark Forest, everything was dependent on personal strength. Everything else was of secondary importance, of that, being indecisive or kind signified the weak. It would often cause one to lose their lives.
Everyone followed Trunks’ instructions as they continued to venture further into the Dark Forest over the next three days. Odysseus’ injuries came under control over the three days and they slowly started to scab over, but his movement was still restricted.
Trunks’ injuries also recovered swiftly after having been taken care of, but because of the spikes at the tip of Han Shuo’s Demonslayer Edge, Trunks’ hands and feet still weren’t quite that agile. However, traces of color slowly began to once again blossom on his originally pale face.
When it was noon, everyone arrived at the edge of a pond. They found a big tree to place Odysseus down first, then decided to haul some water from the pond to drink.
Before the others had moved however, Trunks had been standing with Han Shuo and suddenly frowned, opening his mouth to tell Han Shuo, “Tell them to be careful. Do you see the seaweed within the pond? These seaweeds have sharp thorns in their roots and will pull you into the water as soon as they sense humans or beasts come close. They’ll easily lose their lives this way.”
Han Shuo hurriedly cried out when he heard these words. “Gordon, you guys stand there and don’t move.”
“If you hold torches, the heat from the flames will scare off the seaweed so that they won’t easily making a move.” Trunks said faintly when he saw Han Shuo stare at him.
Caspian went silent for a moment and then stared at Trunks, “If I remember correctly, you stole the divine wood scepter from me when I was injured. I wouldn’t mind learning from you if there’s a need to!”
“Alright, this is your divine wood scepter. I’ve studied it for three months and didn’t discover anything special about it. You can have it back.” Thinning his lips and smiling ruefully, Trunks took out an exquisitely crafted scepter that looked like it’d been made from old tree roots from a space ring, throwing it to Caspian from afar.
The branch from a large tree suddenly extended and magically wrapped itself around the divine wood scepter, bringing it to the hands of the druid Caspian. When Caspian grasped the divine wood scepter, a lively and strong presence of life immediately emanated from the scepter. The shrubs around him rustled, as if celebrating softly.
Caspian tossed over a small bottle the size of a thumb. When Trunks caught it, Caspian said faintly, “The Hundred Flowers Essence within it will be greatly beneficial to your injuries. Don’t think of doing anything against me in the future.”
Trunks accepted the Hundred Flowers Essence and shrugged his shoulders, not promising Caspian anything. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be greatly interested in something that was on Caspian.
“Honorable noble druid, may I trouble you to heal my friend?” At this moment, the elven archer Nia suddenly walked in front of Caspian and asked very sincerely.
Caspian smiled faintly as he looked at Nia and nodded, saying benevolently, “Cute child, I am unable to deny your request.”
Druids and elves were both followers of great Mother Nature, with only the most pious of her followers gaining the right to become a druid. This druid’s ears are pointy, making it obvious that he had been an elf that had become a druid. No wonder he’d immediately agreed to Nia’s request without further protest.
The druid Caspian walked to Odysseus on his stretcher, frowning after he cast a glance at Odysseus’ injuries. Caspian then recited an incantation and dropped three drops of green liquid onto the wounds on Odysseus’ chest, saying apologetically to Nia afterwards, “Your friend is heavily injured. My blessing of nature and three drops of lifewater will help him heal rapidly with no worry of infection. But when his injuries are healed, he’ll be unable to engage in fierce activity. Otherwise, he might experience vertigo or even faint directly. I’m unable to do anything about this, I’m truly sorry!”
“Many thanks to you, kind Caspian.” Nia thanked and then said, “Trunks said that the blood of Medusa can help Odysseus recover fully. We’ll find Medusa.”
Throwing a surprised look at Trunks, Caspian said to Nia, “He’s right. There is a magical blue blood in the brain of Medusa where the magical core is held. This blood can indeed help him fully recover. But my old friend isn’t someone who likes helping others, why would he tell you this?”
“You’ve taken the divine wood scepter and healed the person. Isn’t it time for you to return to the Druidic Order after chasing me for several months!” Trunks glared at Caspian from his side and said a bit irritably.
Nodding his head and smiling, Caspian explained to Nia, “It looks like my old friend is angry. Heh heh. He’s actually not as bad as you think. If he’s willing to help you, then you have an extremely high chance of obtaining Medusa’s blood. My apologies, I still have things to attend to and can’t keep you company.”
“You’re too kind.” Nia was a bit startled and flattered as she hastily responded sincerely.
Caspian looked at Trunks and left with a slight smile, disappearing from everyone’s view after a while.
“Let’s go, we’ll continue to be on our way and can reach that place after two days.” Trunks snorted slightly with a cold expression after Caspian had left and urged the others to continue on their way.
Under Trunks’ guidance, the group didn’t run into any danger and arrived at a marsh that had a heavy stench after two days. Several enormous man-eater flowers repeatedly attacked Han Shuo and the others around the marsh. It was a good thing that Trunks had warned them before and the group was able to defend against the man-eater flowers together.
“The Fruit of Dagmar grows on a patch of sludge in the middle of this enormous marsh, along with a Medusa lying in wait. We’ve reached our destination.” Trunks pointed at the vast expanse of marsh in front of him and spoke.