Chapter 253 Road
This is a somewhat sparse jungle, the moss-covered trees are somewhat crooked, vines climb above the trunks, the bright sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and shines on the surface of the green moss, forming irregular shapes bright spots.
A gust of wind blows, the bushes rustle, crystal clear dew falls on the yellowish-brown ground, a few frightened insects fly out from the grass with thick leaves, and their colorful wings flash brilliantly in the sun. .
This is a peaceful jungle, the sound of the wind is full of tranquility, and the dancing reveals elegance. Every flying insect seems to be an integral part of this jungle, and every leaf seems to be an indispensable girl's skirt for this secret place. put.
This is a quiet morning, without the noise of insects or frogs... But it will be even quieter in the future, hundreds of times quieter than it is now!
Behind a curtain of vines, a pure white finger gently lifted up, and then swiped lightly as if nothing had happened!
The vines, which numbered at least a hundred and were as thick as iron chains, were all cut off in an instant, and the emerald green vines scattered on the ground along with the cut leaves, which were originally covered by it. The people who lived there also showed up.
This is a boy who seems to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. He is wearing a black-bottomed robe with black and red stripes, and he is carrying an emerald green long-handled staff on his back that seems to be coming alive. The face under the hood is covered with It's not clear from the shadows, but there is only a pair of eyes that are shining with azure blue brilliance, exuding a gaze that goes straight into the soul.
The moment after he appeared, the sound of the wind in the entire dense forest seemed to disappear in an instant, and even the falling of the leaves had to be cautious, the flying beetles were frozen in midair and fell straight down, and all creatures crawled on the ground without daring to move. Move a little, even the most restless bamboo rat is trying to suppress the trembling of the body under the cover of grass leaves.
At this moment, no matter how ignorant or wild an animal is, it knows that there is a terrifying creature that cannot be defeated or even escaped!
There is no doubt that this "horrible creature that descended" is punk!
Punk moved lightly across a field of vines, and walked unhurriedly in the uneven woodland like walking on the ground, looking like a rich man wandering in the city, completely ignoring this vast dense forest as nothing .
"The projection said it would send me to a place in the center of the Faerun plane, and I don't know if this guy is reliable."
Punk thought a little bit, he kicked away a moss-covered stone, and directly used his mental power to catch a bamboo mouse hiding next to the stone without even using spells.
"According to the information of the prophecy spell, this forest is a full province away from the nearest city. Could it be that the middle of Faerun is so sparsely populated?"
Punk carried the palm-sized bamboo rat and said to himself.
He is now a sixteenth-level master spellcaster without any moisture. As long as the distance is not too outrageous, there will be no problem, but Punk has just come out of the ruins of Netheril civilization, and he has not mastered it yet. There are enough master-level spells, so now Punk really wants to find a place to study spells seriously, and see if he can join a spellcasting organization by the way.
That's right, join a spellcaster organization, or... join a legendary organization with legendary powerhouses in charge!
Punk cleaned up the bamboo mouse in his hand, and then he pinched the mouse's ears with shiny fur. Seeing the little guy shaking like it was in vibration mode and baring its teeth and claws, Punk couldn't help but smile.
Since leaving the ruins of Netheril, Punk has been thinking about how to take the next road. He now has the strength of a master and the lifelong knowledge of a grand arcanist, but the power of the former still belongs to "ants" The category of the latter, and many of the latter's massive knowledge require massive resources to be used.
In Vedraxia's memory, Punk knew how much help a mage who joined the spellcaster organization could get before the legend. At least many resources could be obtained peacefully through trading, and a lot of knowledge could be improved through communication.
You must know that Punk’s previous solo mode was actually very inefficient. For example, he had the ability to refine alchemy potions and could refine a large number of expensive potions, but Punk couldn’t find a buyer, so the refined potions could only be used by himself. .
For another example, Punk can only find materials by himself when he needs materials, but the scope of his activities is very limited. Grass is everywhere in the Realm of Shadow.
Therefore, Punk had to give up many alchemy potions that he could refine until 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, then everything will be different. Punks can use potions to exchange the materials they need directly from the organization. For those less precious but only produced in specific areas Materials no longer have to be at their wits end.
Punk understands that at least until reaching legend, having his own demiplane, and owning his own legendary organization, the resource collection ability of a spellcaster organization is unmatched by a lone spellcaster.
This is also where Punk is somewhat helpless. Grand Master Vedraxia 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. If you let Punk run around Xi ran to look for the collection... Then he would have to run for at least two or three hundred years for one ingredient, after all, the plane of Faerun is too big.
There is no doubt that even for a long-lived master mage, wasting a lot of time on the road is unacceptable.
Punk pinched the bamboo mouse's nose and lifted the little thing in the air. Seeing the little bamboo mouse's limbs off the ground and unable to breathe, he sighed faintly:
"Hey, the power of a master spellcaster can control at most one kingdom. Those legendary bosses will not allow "ants" who can't reach even a legend to spread their power all over the plane of Faerun. All the powers that do not have a legendary powerhouse say After all, they are just meat pigs raised by those legendary powerhouses in captivity, and being slaughtered after being fattened is the only ending... But on the journey to the legendary road, there must be a force to help, so the master-level powerhouses can only Being able to choose to join a legendary organization..."
Punk looked at the bamboo mouse struggling in vain, his eyes became colder and sharper. He grabbed the bamboo mouse in his hands, and said quietly while listening to the painful cry of the mouse:
"I'm afraid these are the deliberate arrangements of the legendary powerhouse, to squeeze those ignorant people who stand on their own, and let those talented geniuses who are self-motivated be "voluntarily" joined under their command... It's a good plan and a high-level plan, but even if you know these I have no choice... As expected, if you don't become a legend, you will be an ant after all"!