Dragon God Of Blood 17 Blood Spear

He suddenly notices something different, normally, the amount of blood he uses to create the blood ring makes him feel a little exhausted. But right now Rus does not feel tired at all, his energy is in perfect condition, he thinks that maybe it is because his body improved due to the drop of bright blood, even so, he can not pa.s.s any improvement on his body and skills.

He stops in a small alley where there is absolutely no one around and is only 2 houses from that woman's house according to the description that Hedhal gave him. Rus needs to know what is happening with his blood and wants to do it before entering that house or approaching more people from the tribe. He thinks about turning his blood ring back into liquid blood, with that blood in the center of his palm, Rus draws more drops of blood. He believes that there is a high probability that the blood he can draw from his body has increased, so he is drawing more and more drops of blood until he reaches his previous limit of 40 drops of blood, when Rus used to extract more than 20 drops of blood, his body would start to run out quickly and if he reached 40 drops of blood, his body would collapse due to the loss of energy.

Now Rus has exceeded that limit and has already drawn 50 drops of blood from his body! The amount of drops that he can extract from his body continues to increase until he stops at the drop of blood 70, which is where he already begins to feel that it is the limit if he continues to extract more drops of blood his body will collapse.

There are a total of 70 drops of blood that have already acc.u.mulated to create 2 blood b.a.l.l.s 8 cm long and wide in each hand. Each blood ball has a total of 35 drops of blood. Rus believes that this is enough to create a spear, but he has to reduce the number of drops of blood since the weight of the blood b.a.l.l.s if he pa.s.ses them from liquid to solid will be so high that they would fall from his hands and it would be even worse if one of those b.a.l.l.s falls on his feet... He quickly decreases the size of the blood b.a.l.l.s until each one is 5 cm long and wide.

Then, Rus tests with a single ball of blood by pa.s.sing it from liquid to solid, he is already prepared in case the ball weighs a lot, but when he feels the weight. He realizes that it is quite light compared to before, he does the same with the other blood ball and verifies that he can easily move his hands without feeling that the blood b.a.l.l.s can fall at any moment.

He combines the 2 blood b.a.l.l.s turning them into one, after that with his hands he begins to mold the blood so that it gradually becomes the hilt of a short spear and with some finis.h.i.+ng touches Rus creates the tip of the spear. He looks at the spear half a meter long with an expression of happiness "With this spear it would be much easier to fight against any enemy, the only problem I have is to explain this kind of skill to anyone who sees it..."

Rus had already thought about it before, the fact that he has this kind of skill to control blood can cause him many problems. Now that he discovered that he can use this skill to attack and even create a spear that will allow him to use the spear techniques his father taught him, his only problem is what to do to prevent people with a lot of power from getting interested in him by his skill of blood. If Rus can come out of the tribe and goes to the country of the dragon G.o.d of light. He doesn't know how people in that country can react to their blood skills...

With his mind a little confused when he thinks about all those things, he decides to leave those thoughts for another time. Rus turns the spear back into a ball of blood and absorbs it in his body leaving only his blood ring on the index finger of his right hand. He comes out that alley with careful steps in case there is someone on this street. Verifying that the whole place is empty, Rus looks at Celelin's house, a house that is a little different from the other houses, its exterior appearance is very old and neglected, but it is much better than his house.

He approaches the house and stops right next to the door. Rus breathes deeply when he finds it a bit awkward to talk to someone from the tribe on his own initiative, although he is only fulfilling Hedhal's request for help to help this woman who seems to be in a very delicate emotional state, to the point of possibly getting to commit suicide if something happens to her son in the war, since it is the only family left to her.

"Knock Knock!" Rus knocks on the door a couple of times, wait a minute but n.o.body answers. He already expected something like this to happen, usually, someone who went through such difficult things as probably losing his son in a war will not open the door to strangers... He thinks about what he should do. Rus looks with a thoughtful and deep look at the door, she wonders what she does in this place, just because someone was kind to him after so many years shouldn't be reason enough to do this kind of thing.

"Sigh, I better go, I'm not obligated to continue doing this favor if she doesn't want to come out" Rus says this in a low voice and slowly walks away from the door. But after only having taken 3 steps, a female voice suddenly sounds from inside the house "You're... a boy, right?" The voice is a little muted and with a touch of suspicion, but even with those clear signs that she is nervous and distrusts everyone, she still gathered enough courage to speak with Rus.

Rus is a little surprised to hear Celelin's voice, he really doubted whether to continue in this place, but now that she has spoken, he can only continue with Hedhal's request. Rus responds quickly "I am, I am a boy, are you Celelin?" He understands that she has spoken because she heard the voice of a boy if she had heard the voice of an adult... She would definitely have remained silent. Rus is grateful that his voice has not changed and remains similar to that of a 15-year-old boy.

Celelin doubts for a moment to hear that this boy calls her by her name, she clenches her teeth and opens the door "Come, if you stay outside the elite warriors can find you and that would be very bad" Rus nods looking at the woman's beautiful face in front of him, her appearance is much better than Hedhal described.

He stops looking at the woman's face and looks inside the house. There are very few things, a wooden table with some chairs, some kitchen utensils, it seems that there are also 2 rooms and some decorations quite common in the tribe like small wooden statues of a black dragon.

"You can sit wherever you want..." Says the woman as she sits in one of the chairs. She keeps talking after seeing Rus also sit in one of the chairs "Why do you know my name?" Celelin asks looking directly into Rus's eyes.

Rus responds without intending to have that kind of thing in secret "I met Hedhal by chance, he told me to visit you since you are very depressed about having your son in the war, I really don't know what he intended by sending a stranger to comfort his former friend's wife"

She remains silent for a few seconds, Celelin did not expect that the man who was her husband's best friend would still care so much for her. She will try to find an opportunity to thank Hedhal, even so, Celelin does not understand why this child is still here and not with the rest of the people preparing for war.

"My name is Rus, I don't know if you've ever heard of me" Rus decided to use what he learned with Hedhal, he introduced himself first without having to wait for the other person to ask his name.

"Rus... Are you the son of the former chief of the tribe?" She remembers the name of this child since 5 years ago she was jealous of this child's family, with both parents alive and a very intelligent son. Although those jealousies only lasted a moment because of what happened next.

"Yes, it is incredible that you remember my name" Rus looks at the woman's eyes, she seems to have cried a lot since her eyes are a little red and swollen.

Celelin smiles slightly and says "I have heard that you have had a very bad time since your parents died, it is not your fault, the people of this tribe hate other races too much"

"Don't worry, at least I'm still alive" Rus thinks about this woman's son "What did your son do to get the attention of the elite warrior leader?"

The woman's complexion changes to a pale white when she hears someone talk about her son "My son, Reo, if it weren't for him, I would be dead"
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