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Chapter 257: the way.
This is a sparse jungle, the trees covered with moss are a bit twisty, and vines climb on the trunks, and the bright sun shines through the gaps in the leaves on the surface of the green moss, forming irregular shapes. Bright spot.
A breeze blows, the bushes are rustling, crystal clear dew falls on the yellow-brown ground, and a few frightened bugs fly out from the thick blades of grass, and the colorful wings flicker in the sunlight. .
This is a peaceful jungle, the sound of the wind is soaked with silence, and the dance reveals elegance. Every flying insect seems to be an inseparable part of this jungle, and every leaf seems to be an indispensable girl's skirt in this secret realm. put.
This is a quiet morning, no insects and noisy frogs...but it will be quieter in the future, hundreds of times quieter than it is now!
Behind the curtain made up of vines, a white finger was gently lifted, and then lightly stroked it casually!
There are hundreds of them, and the vines whose thickness is comparable to thick iron chains were all cut off in an instant, and the emerald green vines sparsely fell on the ground with the cut leaves, which were originally covered by it. The people who lived there also showed up.
This is a teenager who seems to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. He is wearing a black robe with black and red stripes. He is carrying an emerald green long-handled staff behind his back as if he is about to come alive. The face under his hood is covered with The shadows are covered and you can't see clearly, but only a pair of eyes shining with azure blue brilliance exudes gazes straight into the soul.
The moment after he appeared, the sound of the wind in the dense forest seemed to disappear instantly, and even the falling of the leaves had to be cautious. The flying beetle stopped in mid-air and fell straight down, and all creatures were afraid to move on the ground. Move, even the most restless bamboo rat is trying to restrain the trembling of the body under the cover of grass blades.
At this moment, even if there is no wisdom anymore, the wild animals know that there is a terrible creature that cannot be defeated or even escaped!
There is no doubt that this "terrible creature that descends" is punk!
The punk moves lightly across a field of canes, and walks unhurriedly in the uneven woodland, looking like a rich man wandering in the city, completely regards this vast area of dense forest as nothing. .
"The projection said that it would send me to a relatively central location on the plane of Faerun. I don't know if this guy is reliable."
Punk thought inconsequentially. He kicked a moss-covered rock away, and directly used his mental power to grab a bamboo rat hiding beside the rock without even using a spell.
"According to the information of the prophecy spell, the forest is only one province away from the nearest city. Isn't the central part of the plane of Faerun so large and sparsely populated?"
Punk muttered to himself with a palm-sized bamboo mouse.
He is now a sixteenth-level master spellcaster with no moisture. As long as the distance is not too outrageous, there will be no problem, but punk has just emerged from the vestiges of the Netheril civilization, and he hasn’t mastered it yet. Enough master-level spells, so punk now wants to find a place to study the spells seriously, and see if he can join a spellcaster organization.
That's right, join a spellcaster organization, or...join a legendary organization with legendary powerhouses!
Punk cleaned the bamboo rat in his hand, then he squeezed the ears of the mouse with shiny fur, and watched the little guy shaking his teeth and claws as if he had turned on the vibration mode. Punk couldn't help but smile.
Since leaving the Ruins of Netheril, Punk has been thinking about what to do next. He now has the strength of a master and the lifelong knowledge of a great omen, but the power of the former still belongs to the "ant". Many of the latter’s massive knowledge requires massive resources to be used.
In the memory of Vedraxia, punk knows how much help a mage who joins the caster organization can get before the legend, at least many resources can be obtained through peaceful trading, and there is a lot of knowledge that can be improved in communication.
You know, Punk’s previous solo mode is actually very inefficient. For example, he has the ability to refine alchemy potions and can refine a large number of valuable potions, but punk can’t find a buyer, and the refined potions can only be used by themselves. .
For example, when punk needs materials, he can only search for it himself, but the scope of his activities is very limited. It is impossible for him to travel half a year to the shadow world for a bead of shadow grass, even if this kind of shadow Grass is everywhere in the shadow world.
So punk had to give up many alchemy potions that he could refine to the point where he couldn't find the materials, even though those potions could provide considerable assistance.
If you join a spellcaster organization, especially those legendary organizations with widespread influence, everything will be different. Punk can use potions to directly exchange the needed materials from the organization. For those that are not very precious but only produced in a specific area Materials are no longer at a loss.
Punk understands that at least before reaching the legend, owning his own demiplane, and owning his own legendary organization, the resource collection ability of a spellcaster organization is unmatched by a solo spellcaster.
This is also where punk has some helplessness. The great master Vedrasha is very good at alchemy potions. Many precious formulas in his memory are of great use to punk, but the materials required for these formulas are really complicated and numerous. If you let punk run by yourself West ran to find and collect... Then he would have to run for two or three hundred years for an ingredient, after all, Faerun was too big.
There is no doubt that even for a long-lived master mages, it is unacceptable to waste a lot of time on the road.
Punk pinched the tip of the bamboo mouse's nose and lifted this little thing in the air. He sighed quietly as he watched the little bamboo mouse's hands and feet messy because his limbs were off the ground, unable to breathe:
"Alas, a master-level spellcaster's power controls at most a kingdom. Those legendary bosses will not allow a "ant" that cannot be reached by a legend to spread their power across the plane of Faerun. All powers that do not have a legendary powerhouse say In the end, they are only hogs raised in captivity by the legendary powerhouses. After being fattened, being slaughtered is the only ending... But on the journey to the legendary road, you must have the help of a force, so the master-level powerhouse is only A subordinate who can choose to join a legendary organization............"
Punk's eyes grew colder and sharper when he watched the bamboo rat who was struggling in vain. He grabbed the bamboo rat in his hand and said quietly while listening to the rat's painful cry:
"These are probably the deliberate arrangements of the legendary powerhouses, squeeze those self-reliant ignorant people, let those motivated geniuses "voluntarily" join their subordinates... It is a good calculation and a high plan, but even if you know these I have no choice...Sure enough, it's not a legend after all, it's an ant"!
End of this Chapter
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