Over the years, Dracula has visited the courtyard behind the Horsgar Monastery countless times. www.biquge.info Of course, I didn't come here for sightseeing, but because I was forced by the graybeards to go to the courtyard to face the snowstorm to practice spitting my eyes.

It's just the time for the weather to turn cold, and although the summit of the Horsgaard Mountains is full of wind and snow all year round, there is always a strong and weak point. Unfortunately, when Dacula pushed open the door to the back courtyard of the Horsgar Monastery, a cold wind mixed with snow needles hit his face. It is also thanks to the fact that the cat man has a layer of fluff on his face to keep warm, otherwise this gust of cold wind would be enough to make his face bruise from the cold.

When Eingail led the group of Greybeards to the back door, he was just in time to see the scene of Dakula shrinking his head and closing the door.

"Eh......" The old man sighed softly, walked to another door, and opened it gently. The weather doesn't recognize people, and whoever opens the door will not show mercy to Ayngail because he's a bad old man.

"Whew!" The cold wind howled, and the dense snow needles hit the face with a beard and hair flying together because of the wind blowing it head-on.

Ayngail was a human, not as fluffy as Dalcula. However, the old fellow's ravine-ravine skin was as vigorous as the bark of an old tree, and he didn't care at all when it was blown by such a cold wind.

"Lok (Sky) Vah (Spring) Koor (Summer)!" Pale blue waves flew towards the snow-soaked sky, submerging into a patch of white.

Spit out your eyes, clear the sky! Under the power of this spitting out, even the forces of nature succumb to it! Within a few breaths, the wind and snow gradually subsided, and the dark clouds dispersed. In the back courtyard of the perennially gloomy Hosgar Monastery, there was a strange clear sky in the sky. The pale golden sunlight shone on Dacula, who was in a sluggish state, and he actually felt a kind of warmth for a while. The chill around me is gone!

"Surprised, isn't it?" Ayngay's slightly old voice said that Dacula had come back from his stupor. "This is the power of Tumu, Duwakin. And you, with unparalleled talent on this path. Whatever method I have taught you now, don't go beyond what I told you before, that we harness this great power, not be harnessed by it. When a child has a winding crossbow, he can use it to threaten the life of an adult, but the problem is that the child never has the knowledge, strength, courage and experience to wield the weapon himself. Although he can use this crossbow machine to exert powerful combat power for a while, it is not a good thing for a child......"

"Gotta get it...... Do you always want to teach me this? Dacula was a little annoyed by Ayngail's long remark, and interrupted him loudly.

Eingail smiled slightly, and let Dracula interrupt his words, still unmoved: "Of course...... No. ”

Dacula on the side was pleasantly surprised when he heard "of course", but when he heard the old guy behind him softly say "no", his face changed sharply.

"Damn old guy...... will play with me! Are you really teasing me like a cat?! ”

Even with Duckura's swearing, Ayngail showed no anger, as if anger had been stripped from his soul. "Purifying the Eyes requires a certain understanding of this nature, which can only be practiced after calming down the mind. Using this spit without resonating with nature will consume the vitality in your body to motivate, and it will ......"

Speaking of this, Ayngail glanced at Dacula deeply: "And even if the vitality of a human being is exhausted, it may not be able to make this world clear again. ”

"Hiss......" Dacula gasped, he didn't think the old man in front of him was alarmist at this time. After all, there is no problem with this thing, the use of spitting needs the support of energy, and in general, the energy in the body and the energy outside the body complement each other and work together. Dacula himself knew that he did not have the ability to resonate with this nature, so the energy consumption of spitting out all the eyes would naturally have to be borne by the user. Against nature? The amount of energy consumed by this kind of behavior can be imagined!

It's like magic, spells and the consumption of mana in the human body are just an introduction, and causing changes in the elements that exist in nature is the essence of magic. Ordinary magic is ancient elven magic that is performed by hand, while dragon language spitting is a type of dragon magic that can be seen as being activated with the mouth. Fire mages can naturally feel that their mana consumption will be greatly increased when they cast spells in glacial areas or in snowy weather. The same goes for ice mages to cast spells in the hot summer.

Speaking of which, the Wood Elves of all the races of Tamriel who live in the Wallenwood Forest are well aware of this. Their priests were able to communicate with nature and give birth to flowers and plants at a very small cost, allowing them to grow into different forms according to their own will......

"Master Bori will teach you the first character of the Whirlwind Spirit, Wuld, which means whirlwind. This spit allows you to move farther in an instant. As he walked, Eingail said to Dacula on the side.

The cat man didn't reply, and he didn't know if he was listening to the elder.

As they spoke, the group came to the open space under the steps. Another Greybeard stepped forward: "Wuld! ”

Pale blue waves swept towards the ground, blowing wind and snow. A group of characters is recessed in the ground, and the dragon characters are still angular. Seeing this character, Dacula's eyes lit up, and there was suddenly a sense of enlightenment in his heart.

"Master Bori will teach you about Uld so that you can use this spitting character in reality." The old man was like a narrator at this time, and as he spoke, Bori on the side also bowed lightly to the front. A mixture of gold and white energies mingled and poured into Dakura.

"Now it's time to test how well you've learned the spit, and Master Bori will give you a demonstration. Passing through the gate before it closes is considered a success. As he spoke, Eingael walked over to a pillar. About fifty yards in front of the column was a closed iron door.

"Ahem......" Graybeard, Bory, who had taught Dacula to spit his purpose, walked over to Aingay and cleared his throat.

"Click......" Eingail pressed the button on the post, and the iron door in the distance opened.

"Wuld Nah Kest" At Borry's sound, his form jerked forward as if he had a booster added to it, and only came to a halt on the edge of the cliff at the edge of the courtyard. However, as soon as this movement stopped, Bori's figure did not shake in the slightest, as if he was really teleported at this moment just now.