Chapter 257

This is a sparse jungle. The mossy trees are crooked. Each vine climbs on the trunk. The bright sunlight shines on the surface of the green moss through the gaps of the leaves, forming irregular bright spots.

A gust of wind blowing, trees rustling, crystal clear dew fell on the tawny ground, a few frightened insects fly out from the leaves of the thick grass, colorful wings in the sun across a gorgeous light and shadow.

It's a peaceful jungle, quiet in the wind, elegant in the dance. Every flying insect seems to be an integral part of the jungle, and every leaf seems to be an indispensable part of the secret place.

It was a quiet morning, without the noise of insects and frogs But it will be quieter next, hundreds of times quieter than it is now!

Behind the curtain composed of vines, a white finger gently raised, and then gently stroke as if nothing had happened!

There are at least hundreds of vines, which are as thick and thin as thick iron chains. In a flash, all the vines are cut off. The green vines are scattered on the ground with the leaves cut in half, and the people who were originally covered by them are also exposed.

This is a boy who looks like he is only 15 or 16 years old. He is wearing a black robe with spreading black and red stripes. Behind his back is a green long handled staff that seems to be coming to life. His face under the hood is covered by shadows. He can't see clearly, but only has a pair of eyes that twinkle with brilliant blue and send out eyes that go straight into the soul.

In the moment after he appeared, the wind of the whole dense forest seemed to disappear instantly. Even the leaves had to be careful. The flying beetles fell straight down in mid air, and all the creatures crawled on the ground and didn't dare to move. Even the most restless bamboo mice tried to restrain their body shaking under the cover of grass leaves.

At this moment, even if there is no wisdom, no more wild animals also know, there is a terrible, absolutely unable to defeat or even escape can not do the creature came!

There is no doubt that this "terrible creature coming" is punk!

Punk moves lightly over a field of vines and walks leisurely in the uneven woodland. It looks like a rich man wandering in the city. He completely regards this vast area of dense forest as nothing.

"The projection said that it would send me to a position in the center of the Phelan plane. I don't know if this guy is reliable.".

Punk has some wrong thoughts. He kicks away a stone full of moss and directly uses his mental power to catch a bamboo mouse hiding next to the stone without even using magic.

"According to the information of the prophecy spell, this forest is only one province away from the nearest city. Is the middle of Phelan's plane so vast and sparsely populated?"?

Punk said to himself with a bamboo mouse the size of a slap.

He is now a level 16 master caster without any water. As long as the distance is not too far away, there will be no problem. However, punk has just come out of the ruins of the neserian civilization, and he has not mastered enough master magic. So punk really wants to find a place to seriously study the magic. By the way, let's see if he can Join a caster organization.

Yes, join a caster group, or Join a legendary organization with legendary strongmen!

Punk cleans up the bamboo mouse in his hand. Then he pinches the glossy mouse's ear and looks at the little guy shaking like opening the vibration mode, while still opening his teeth and paws. Punk can't help but smile.

Since leaving the ruins of neserell, punk has been thinking about the way to go. He now has the strength of a master and the lifelong knowledge of a great Olympian. However, the power of the former still belongs to the category of "mole ant", while the vast amount of knowledge of the latter needs massive resources to be used.

In vedrasha's memory, punk knows how much help a mage who joins a caster organization can get before the legend. At least many resources can be obtained peacefully through trading, and a lot of knowledge can be improved through communication.

You know, the solitary mode before punk was actually inefficient. For example, he had the ability to refine alchemy potions and could refine a large number of valuable potions, but punk could not find a buyer and could only use the potions himself.

For example, when punk needs materials, he can only look for them by himself, but the scope of his activities is very limited. He can't go to the shadow world for half a year to get a bead of shadow grass, even if it's all over the shadow world.

So punk has to give up a lot of alchemy potions that they can refine and can't find materials, even if those potions can provide considerable help.

If you join a caster's organization, especially those legendary organizations with wide influence, everything will be different. Punk can use medicine to exchange needed materials directly from the organization. For those materials that are not very precious but only produced in specific areas, there is no need to deal with them any more.

Punk understands that at least until it reaches legend, has its own half plane, and has its own legend organization, a caster organization's resource collection ability is unmatched by a lone caster.This is also something punk has no choice but to do. Great Olympian vidracha is very good at alchemy. In his memory, many precious formulas are of great use to punk. However, the materials required for these formulas are so complicated that punk can go all the way to find a collection Then he had to run for at least two or three hundred years for one ingredient. After all, Phelan's position was too big.

There is no doubt that even for a long-lived master mage, it is unacceptable to waste a lot of time on the road.

punk holds the tip of the bamboo mouse's nose, lifts the little thing in the air, and sighs with a faint sigh when he looks at the little bamboo mouse's hands and feet disorderly because of its limbs being off the ground and unable to breathe:

"Alas, the power of a master caster At most, they can control a kingdom. Those legendary old monsters will not allow a "mole ant" that can't be reached by a legend to spread its influence all over Phelan's plane. In the final analysis, all the forces that don't have legendary strongmen are just the pigs raised by those legendary strongmen in captivity. Being slaughtered after fattening is the only outcome But on the way to legend, we must have the help of a force, so the master can only choose to join a legend organization. "

Punk's eyes become colder and sharper as he looks at the bamboo rat struggling in vain. He grabs the bamboo rat in his hand, and while listening to the mouse's painful cry, he says in a quiet voice:

"I'm afraid these are all the deliberate arrangements of the legendary strong, squeezing those self-supporting ignorant people, so that those self-motivated talents are" voluntarily "joined in the command Good calculation, high planning, but even if you know these, you have no choice Sure enough, it's a mole ant after all!

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