Chapter 177: Cage

The ghost replied: "Yes, sir. I also rely on absorbing these magic crystals that I cultivated to become stronger."

The ghost waved his hand, and the giant tree behind him began to tremble. One by one, magic crystals fell off the branches and floated over.

"Sir, these are the magic crystals that have been cultivated." The ghost gave all the magic crystals to Herag.

Herag roughly counted them and found that there were about a hundred in total.

He hummed coldly, and then put all the magic crystals into the space ring.

One hundred magic crystals, that would be at least 100,000 magic stones.

But Herag would definitely not sell them, this thing is too hot.

Selling one or two can be said to be obtained in the Death Swamp, but selling a hundred is tantamount to seeking death.

Herag plans to keep most of them for himself, and there will be many uses in the future.

After he put away the magic crystal, he continued to ask: "Is there anything here that contains the power of rules?"

This is the key point, Herag has never forgotten it.

Although he is only a gasification wizard at present, this thing must be prepared in advance.

Most wizards come to the Death Swamp Ruins for this thing.

With something that contains the power of rules, you have the key to being promoted to a second-level wizard.

Herag didn't have any expectations for this kind of thing, he just wanted to come in and mix with it and get some benefits.

He is just a gasification wizard, even if he gets it, he can't keep it.

But now the situation has changed, Herag can naturally start to think about how to get this thing.

The ghost shook his head and said: "That thing is gone. It was taken away by people in the wizard plane more than a hundred years ago."

"It's been taken away?" Herag was a little confused. According to rumors, this thing will always be produced here.

The ghost continued, "You know, sir, we were originally monsters from the Abyss Plane. It's just that after the plane cracks were repaired, we couldn't go back."

"But the plane cracks can't be suppressed all the time. The witch array that seals the cracks needs to sacrifice blood and souls every once in a while."

"A group of wizards will come in here every once in a while, and many of them will die. These dead people become sacrifices to maintain the operation of the witch array."

Herrag understood when he heard this, there is nothing containing the power of rules in the Death Swamp Ruins now.

This is a scam in the Land of Dawn, which allows wizards from the Barren Land to come in every ten years just for something that doesn't exist at all.

Every time they come in, there will always be a wizard who dies. After the wizard dies, his blood and powerful soul become sacrifices for the witch array under his feet.

The witch array that can seal the plane cracks is obviously not an ordinary witch array, and the sacrifices required must be extraordinary.

The blood and souls of ordinary people are mostly unable to meet the requirements, while the souls of wizards are strong enough to perfectly meet the requirements of witch array sacrifices.

If Dawnland said it clearly, no one would come in.

But if bait is added, wizards will naturally flock to it.

Most of the wizards who come in are crystallized wizards, because they are more eager to be promoted to level 2 wizards.

Dawnland uses the power of rules as bait to induce these wizards in the Barrens to enter the Death Swamp Ruins.

There are limits on the number of entries and time, and the chance to die has become a huge opportunity after Dawnland did it.

Who would have thought that this was a complete scam, tricking these wizards in the Barrens to willingly go in and die as sacrifices.

Herag exhaled, and many things quickly emerged in his mind, and he figured out the whole story.

"It seems that most people don't know the inside story."

All wizard organizations and wizard families in the Barrens have sent people in, and each time the quota is allocated to important people.

From this point alone, it can be seen that there are very few people who know the inside story, and it is very likely that only Augustus College knows the truth.

The Death Swamp Ruins have a lot of resources, and more than a hundred years ago, someone did get something containing the power of rules.

More than a hundred years is not a long time for wizards, so no one has doubted it.

The people who took away the things containing the power of rules were mostly wizards from the Land of Dawn.

Herag suddenly felt as if he was living in a cage designed by the Land of Dawn.

The entire Barren Land is a cage, and the resources, information, and knowledge are all controlled by the Land of Dawn.

If Herag had not had too much aura from the Abyss Plane and the blood of the Thunder God Ancestor, he would not have been able to communicate with the ghosts normally and get this information.

If the ghosts saw humans normally, they would definitely attack directly.

But Herag is now completely in the form of a monster, which can only be said to be a humanoid monster.

"If there are any good things nearby, take me to see." After Herag knew the inside story, he naturally gave up the idea of ​​looking for the power of rules.

Now that he is here, he must get enough benefits.

With the two local bosses, Ghost and the monkey, there is no need to explore and search by yourself.

They naturally know where there are good things and where there are dangers.

Ghost handed over all the mature magic crystals to Herag, and the rest are still being cultivated.

Herag will naturally not do things to the extreme and force Ghost to give him the immature ones.

"There are no good things nearby, and it may be difficult for adults to appreciate them." The ghost was naturally willing to lead the way, but he was afraid that those things would not satisfy Herag.

Herag waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about it, just take me there."

The ghost thinks that things that are not good are not necessarily bad things. Many potion materials are definitely useless to the ghost.

But to Herag, they are all good things.

Even if he can't use them, he can sell them for a lot of money.

Seeing that Herag said so, the ghost flew to the front and began to lead the way.

Herag followed, and the human-faced monkey followed behind.

He didn't walk far before he saw a lot of high-level potion materials, which were hundreds of years old.

There were no signs of other animal activities around, and ordinary animals and wizards didn't dare to come here, resulting in a very good growth environment here.

This place is already deep in the Black Forest, and even Brak and others don't dare to go so deep.

Herag quickly swept around, collecting all the valuable potion materials and spellcasting materials he saw around.

While he was happily sweeping, he suddenly saw a familiar face from the deep blue environmental detection.

In the black forest not far to the left, old man Carl was running wildly with a silver sword in his hand.

He was obviously injured, with blood at the corner of his mouth and blood oozing from his chest.

The two people from the Moss family who had followed him were gone, most likely they had met with an accident.