Minecraft Medieval Fortress Book の小説・ストーリー

" Okay, now its time for my reward" A thick book appeared on his hand, opening the book. The book has a brown cover page and an introduction to smithing. There are different pictures of a man holding a hammer inside. There are also blue prints of different weapons and apparatus. On the other corner of the page is the description and explanation on how to properly hit a metal. Checking out the content, everything was registered on the mind of Eduard. It was shocking that every time he read the content, he can't forget it. He can also feel that he can so what the book describe, right now.

This was acquired from the extraction when he was in the city lord's castle. Anticipation was written on Feng Shaotian's face. 'What kind of book is this? Also the history of vlody continent? This must be a great book and I love reading books'. 'There's also the money. From the auction, city lord, and dog beastman. I'm rich! Filthy Rich!'. Feng Shaotian's inventory was connected to his barn. So what's inside the barn can be viewed in his inventory. "I should first take a look at this Book of Multi Class". Feng Shaotian thought and then a book appeared in front of him. It was transparent at the start before becoming more distinct. It has many colors that kept on changing.

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.

"He was one of those who helped found Wyvern Peak. He also prophesied that War Legate Draco would come into power. He's part of the reason the showdown between Internal Affairs and Wyvern Peak happened." "I didn’t know that!" Cormac exclaimed in surprise. "Do you know where this mountain is? Did Hannibal's book mention anything else? Does the book still exist now?" Mya hurled out a volley of questions. Cormac shook his head. "That book was just a few pages I found in one of the ruins I excavated. Unfortunately, it oxidized after just two days due to the limitations of our technology. I do remember the context of the story though." "Go on."

It was just like the woods in Eclipse pack filled with nothing but trees. "You'll be able to do this once you've opened the book." Was the only response she gave. "Looking up ahead." She instructed and I did just that. Just a short distance before us, was the exact same copy of the book in Miguel's room. "Is that….?" I gasped. "It is exactly what you think it is, Lila. That is the book of Mageia, a sacred heritage of our kind." She spoke proudly, staring admirably at the book floating in the air.

Whenever dark energy surged nearby, the grass would ripple in warning, even without a breeze. “I can sense the dark magic from here,” Ella said, stopping at the edge of a steep hill. We looked down at the scene before us. Nestled in the valley below was a town—a city, really. But not like any modern human cities. This was from another time. A medieval fortress city, its perimeter surrounded by tall stone walls reinforced with iron stakes. Torches burned atop the battlements, their flames fighting the wind. Watchtowers marked every corner, and I could see the silhouettes of guards pacing along the walls, their spears glinting.

They moved deeper into the library until Pat stopped at a lone pedestal in the center of the room. Upon it sat a thick, dusty tome bound in what looked like pale, cracked leather. The cover bore no title—just a symbol: a blazing fire crowned by three horns, with jagged lines splitting its base. Pat opened the book carefully. “Mad kings of the underworld” Jo leaned in, reading the strange, curling script etched in faded ink. She flipped to a brittle page near the middle and read through the passages. Jo squinted at the faded riddle, where she finally saw a mention of the name “Malrik.”