76 Chapter 73
Putting that out of his mind, Harry activated the Boost prepared to do some really fast running when suddenly,
Warning! Arrow incoming!
This time, Harry had learned from his early morning mistakes, and he ducked. Looking back at the forest from where the arrow had come, he saw a centaur holding his bow. He turned around, and saw a piece of paper attached to the arrow.
Tearing it off, Harry read it,
Follow the messenger.
Frowning, Harry looked back at the so-called messenger that'd almost murdered him. Deciding to give him a real scare, he dropped into an ID, ran using the unicorn boost to the point just behind where the young centaur was standing in the real world and broke out of the red-skied dimension.
"You could have killed me," he growled over his shoulder.
The centaur, who Harry recognized as the leader of the group he'd seen earlier while healing the unicorn, let out a squeak.
"Yeah…Sorry about that. I'm a bit new to this delivering messages by arrows to look intimidating thing," he said sheepishly after he composed himself, "Follow me. The elder is waiting."
And follow him Harry did. He led Harry through a yet unexplored path through the forest and into a clearing where another centaur stood. He looked much older than the messenger with wilted skin and strange markings on his face. The young centaur took a bow and backed out of the clearing. It was not until the sound of him galloping away faded did the elder centaur spoke.
"Harry James Potter," he spoke. His wizened voice seemed to somehow hold the tenor of a thousand ancient voices that echoed off the trees surrounding them. "You have been judged worthy."
"Worthy of what?" Harry asked.
The centaur said no more and turned around to pull something out of the leaf satchel that he was wearing. Harry used observe on him.
Mahou
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HP-?/?
MP-?/?
Race-Centaur
Str-?
Vit-?
Dex-?
Int-?
Wis-?
Luc-?
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"I would prefer it if you would not attempt to scry me again Harry Potter."
Harry almost smacked his head as he remembered that centaurs could sense his observe.
"Sorry" he quickly apologized.
The centaur, Mahou, pulled out a bow. It was a sleek and powerful looking weapon, made of a wood that almost seemed to shimmer in the rays of sunlight. An almost luminescent string joined the two ends of the bow, taut and ready to fire.
Despite knowing that wands and guns had made bows obsolete in the modern day, Harry couldn't help but admire the sheer quality of the workmanship that had gone into making it.
"This, Harry Potter, is the legendary Gandiva," Mahou said, holding out the bow towards Harry. "A gift from our people for protecting our forest's inhabitants."
Harry grabbed the bow and suddenly it shrunk down to fit his form. It was clearly magical and also incredibly well balanced. Harry used observe on it.
The Gandiva
This 6000 year old legendary bow is one of the most powerful magical weapons out there. It is indestructible, can create arrows inexhaustibly and fires arrows with the strength of a thousand bows. Its arrows can be enchanted to do a variety of things and can penetrate most magical shields. It can turn into a ring when not being used. When in ring form, it can protect its user from all forms of poison.
It's unable to be lifted by anyone it judges unworthy. If you hold this, you've impressed a lot of right people.
Attack-100 + (10 x level of Archery)
+50% when used against the ill-intentioned.
+100% when used by a magically competent being.
Harry experimentally pulled back the string with some effort. An arrow appeared into existence, notching into the bow as if it had been there all along. Harry pointed it at a tree in front of him, trying to keep his wobbling hand steady, and let go of the string.
The arrow somehow hit the target tree despite Harry's unstable hands. And ripped a hole straight through it and lodged itself into the next tree in line.
Harry's mouth fell open. That tree had to have been at least 4 meters in girth.
He looked at the bow. The game wasn't kidding when it said that Gandiva had 'the strength of a thousand bows.'
Ping!
Due to trying out a bow a new skill has been created!
Archery, Lv-1 (2%)
You can shoot an arrow, it may or may not hit it's target.
Accuracy-5%
Fuming at the unfairness of the Game at giving him an only 2% accuracy, Harry frowned.
"This is a weapon for the righteous, Harry Potter. It is an aid to those whose hearts are pure. It will not only fight your enemies but will also help you keep yourself true to your path. Do you accept this gift and free this forest of the debt it owes you?"
"I do." Harry said, "Thank you."
"Then go forth, Harry Potter, and use it well."
Harry nodded and bowed to the elder centaur. With a tilt of his head back to Harry, Mahou turned around and slowly trotted out of the clearing.
"Well," Harry muttered out loud into the empty clearing. "At least I know what today's training is going to be. ID Create: Zombies!"
The red skied dimension appeared and Harry started preparing for his planned archery grinding.
First, he lit a blazing hot circle of fire, a few feet wide, all around him and made sure that his mana wasn't being drawn too much. If any zombie managed to get close enough, it would be burnt to a crisp.
He then equipped his Apprentice Zombie Killer title.
Apprentice Zombie killer- 30% more attack and defence when dealing with the undead. +5 to all stats when dealing with the undead.
His new stats were,
STR-12(+5)=17
VIT-20(+4+5)=29
DEX-16(+4+5)=25
INT-16(+5)=21
WIS-20(+5)=25
LUC-24(+5)=29
'This should do just fine.' Harry told himself as he pulled out his wand.
"Periculum!" Harry yelled, pointing at the sky. Red sparks flew towards the sky and settled floating above the clearing.
'This should get the attention of most zombies in the forest. I probably won't go up to Legions today,' Harry decided. He put his wand back into the inventory and pulled the string of the bow taut, notching an arrow and getting ready for the first horde to come.
Clark the flesh-eating zombie was having a good day. He'd feasted on some troll remains and was about to propose to Lois the flesh-eating zombie by giving her the leftovers from the juiciest and best brains he had ever eaten. He happily hobbled along towards the red spot of light in the sky, singing his favorite song.
"ARGHAARAAAA. ARARARARAM. ARGH URGH. URGH"
Zombie songs were strange in their own way, but culture was culture, and everyone deserved a right to their own.
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