Chapter 251 Wake Up

"How much time has passed"?

Against the ever-changing golden light of the proving ground, Punk slowly opened his eyes. The magical radiance in his pupils was like countless threads of light, and the blue and magnificent magical energy surrounded a little purple light spot in the center of the pupils. Rotating slowly, your eyes are as deep as a bottomless lake. Under the ancient well without waves is an infinitely powerful mystery.

When Punk opened his eyes, a deep and powerful aura flickered away along with Punk's eyes.

There is a legend on the earth that there is a "dream of yellow sorghum". It is said that the ancient man had a dream of yellow sorghum for a whole life, but when he woke up, he found that the yellow sorghum rice he was cooking had not yet been cooked.

Now, this "dream" of punks has lasted longer than ordinary people imagined, and it can be said to be a magical version of the super yellow beam dream.

However, punk's time in reality is not static, and the meditation idea that has become punk's instinct is also running without any slack under the impetus of the subconscious. The ruins of Netheril even used magical spells to protect punk's body Will be corroded by time.

Therefore, Punk, who woke up from his deep sleep, was quite pleasantly surprised to find that he had unknowingly advanced to the master level.

Now the system's inspection display reads impressively:

Name: Punk-Sian

Race: half ancient elf

Occupation: Mage

Soul Level: Sixteenth Master Level

Total lifespan: 3,000 years (master-level basic lifespan) + 2,000 years (master-level half-immemorial elf bloodline bonus).

Lifespan in terms of consumption: 576 years

That's right, Punk has not only been promoted to the master level, but has also been raised by one level on the basis of level 15. For Punk, who has no hope of gaining anything other than knowledge, this is definitely a happy event after waking up.

"Congratulations, successor, five hundred and sixty-nine years have passed in real time, and now you have completed the fourth trial, and you have obtained the most quintessential inheritance of Netheril, part of the knowledge of Netheril It has also been opened to you, a glorious future is waiting for you, the stars, sea and endless planes are waiting for you to conquer..."

"Enough, now tell me how to get all the knowledge of Netheril civilization."

Punk interrupted the projection's monotonous and meaningless words. He was not interested in the projection's compliments at all. Now there were only two things Punk cared about most.

The first one is how to get the Netheril scroll that is said to record all the knowledge of his Netheril civilization. The second is how to leave.

Although Punk has obtained all the memories of Grand Master Vedraxia's 24,000-year life in detail, but because he has no interest in building an inheritance base, Vedraxia went directly to the battlefield of the final battle after providing the memories Therefore, Punk has no way of knowing what the setting of this inheritance base is.

The projection's words were interrupted in the middle of his speech. It seemed that he hadn't expected this phenomenon. After all, Punk's reaction was not only completely free of confusion but also extremely sober. It seemed that he hadn't experienced all the things that should appear in the life of a grand arcanist. "Sequence", which makes some of the rhetoric in the projection setting that is intended to help punk recognize reality useless.

In fact, punk was not affected by Vedraxia's emotions at all. For him, whether it was Vedraxia's heartbroken lovelorn or the infinite passion after becoming a grand master, they were just more vivid movies. There is really not much other feeling besides emotion.

The projection and even the Migzi-Onosen Archmage who built the inheritance back then probably never imagined that there would be a punk who experienced the memory of an Archmage not only did not lose himself, but was not even affected by the thoughts in the memory at all, so for Punk did not meet the set questions at all, and the projection faced Punk with a confused expression.

Finally, the projection stared blankly at Punk for a long time before saying quietly:

"The setting of Migzi-Onosen Archmage is very simple. As long as one day you can find this place with your own strength, you can enter here with your own strength, and you can use your own strength to receive the huge world that is beyond imagination. Massive knowledge, then you can get everything left by Netheril civilization."

After listening to the projection's answer, Punk stared speechlessly at the non-existent face under the foggy projection hood. Countless emotions and nameless emotions finally converged into a very appropriate sentence:

"Simple your sister"!

At this moment Punk's heart is very broken!

Migzi-Onosen Archmage, do you dare to be more deceitful? The ruins of inheritance of this crap have been hidden in the cracks of time and space for tens of millions of years and have not been found by a group of gods. You let me find it with my own strength? Do you think it's fishing?

And you want me to come in by myself? To put it bluntly, you have to fight in. Is it really possible for you, a 63rd-level Yaori spellcaster to use the technology of the Netheril Civilization God Throne, to come in without the strength of the 69th-level Yaori peak? Are you sure that the heir you cultivated so hard will not be destroyed by the defensive spells outside?

The remaining "massive" knowledge is even more difficult. Vedraxia's knowledge is enough to support the average official-level mage. So much knowledge is only described as "the tip of the iceberg". How about you use "massive" to describe it? I’m afraid that everyone’s knowledge has the power of the “Legendary Spell at the Radiant Level—Villa’s Information Fury”. What’s the difference between this and putting a nuclear bomb in the brain of your own heir?

Fortunately, the last one is not a problem for punk... But the first two are enough, okay, do you really have sincerity at all, Netheril civilization is corrupted by your delusional persecution Is it in the hands of the great archunion master?

"Well, generally speaking, just don't think about it for the time being, right?"

Punk shrugged speechlessly, the joke was a joke, the joke was over, Punk still recognized the reality, he stood up from the smooth alchemy floor, and asked the projection with regret.

"This is for the good of the heirs. Some knowledge cannot be accessed by creatures without strength. Even the mere "knowing" of taboo spells will lead to terrible disasters. Curiosity without strength is not curiosity, but death."

"Well, I didn't expect that one day I would listen to a projection telling me what is curiosity and what is death... Anyway, I don't think I can continue to become stronger here, should you consider letting me go What's up?"

Punk also knows that the taboo in the projection mouth is not something he is qualified to touch now. The reason why he played the Netheril scroll is only to save trouble in the future, and it’s nothing if he can’t get it now. There are a few Archmages from the Netheril civilization era who have survived, and if they really can’t find the relics, it’s a big deal to “negotiate and negotiate”, eh! with a fist.

"Don't worry, heir."

Hearing that Punk proposed to leave, the projection machine said unhurriedly:

"Arcanist Migzi Onoson still left a little information to explain, this information is very important, please don't underestimate it"!

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