Yesterday's spell list had errors. The Druid's Eighth Level spells were as follows:
Awaken Treant: Can awaken a tree over five hundred years old.
Group Cure Minor Wounds: Heals allies within a certain range.
Eighth Level Nature Summoning Spell: Summons true dragons.
Earthquake Spell: Causes an expanse of land to shake violently. (Mostly used against city walls.)
Finger of Death: Kills a target afflicted by the spell.
Anti-Gravity: The target object or creature falls upward.
Sunflare Explosion: A rain of flames of fire and positive energy.
There was also the matter of Druids. Agricultural Druids could not break through Fifteenth Level—note, break through. In other words, they would remain at Fifteenth Level forever. As a continent-wide Druid guild, it was perfectly normal for them to send out three Archdruids.
It was not easy to revise this in the VIP version, so this was added here. None of the above counted toward the word count.
At this moment, in a distant stretch of sea, Prince Xiusenya stood on the deck. Corpses of every kind lay scattered all over it.
Far away, ships drifted continuously along the coast.
In an age without cannons, these battles were still fought hand-to-hand, and the ships were basically intact.
"We have won again this time, but our personnel losses were heavy," Prince Xiusenya said with a grave expression.
"Yes, Your Highness. Governor Shakat has formally requested permission to return home and regroup." One of the prince's advisers stepped closer and said, "I believe we should do the same."
"Oh? What do you think?"
"Your Highness, we are on the fringes, which is why we have won some victories. In truth, we were not even fighting the human fleet within the Elven Fleet, but rather pirates swept in like a mat rolled up by the wind."
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