Netheril’s Brilliance

The splintered wood shattered the wide leaves of the surrounding bushes, and a small tree with a diameter of 30 cm was interrupted by the middle, and the stone with huge kinetic energy flew more than 50 meters after breaking the small tree. Finally, it hit a small mound, kicked up a cloud of dust, and disappeared!

This power is almost catching up with a fierce sniper!

Punk observed the broken tree stump, not without surprise.

According to the system analysis, the magic power consumed by this secondary ejection technique is less than one-tenth of Punk's total magic power. After just three seconds, all his magic power has been recovered. Punk knows that although his recovery speed is indeed faster than that of ordinary mages Fast, but not too fast, that is, only one or two percent!

so……

The level of power in this world is high enough. This is just a low-level magic. I don't know how strong those high-level magic will be.

Unknowingly, punk's determination to become stronger has become stronger!

Then Punk practiced a few more spells. After many practice casting spells, the casting time was finally compressed to within 1-2 seconds, and these spells endowed Punk with flexible and diverse methods, especially the secondary mage armor spell. According to According to the system analysis, its defensive power is no less than that of a three centimeter thick steel plate!

Now that Punk has defense and attack power no less than that of an armored vehicle, he finally has enough means to protect himself, and it's time to start the journey.

The first goal - find a village first!

Punk is not a mage of the hermit school, and the knowledge left by his parents is only enough for the official level, so communication and learning are essential.

However, Punk had no idea how big the jungle he was in and how far away he was from the village. On the plane of Faerun, the vastness of the land and the sparseness of the population were not just talking! Punk doesn't want to spend ten days and a half months wandering in this wet jungle!

At such times, divination spells can always help lost travelers.

Punk rummaged through his memory and found a spell with a more reliable description. Although it was only an apprentice level, the ability to obtain information was worth considering, but the information Punk wanted to obtain had not been shielded by magic, and the information pointed to was not unusual. power, so this Visceral Divination should be enough!

---------Dividing line-------

Punk looked at the spread on the ground...now called meat paste, once called rabbit...something in a daze.

Sure enough, magic is not suitable for hunting...

Punk wants to find a small animal to borrow its internal organs. Although internal organ divination theoretically uses the internal organs of higher-level creatures, the better the effect, but now the only thing Punk can find is a rabbit...

According to the systematic analysis, it is suggested that the host uses the method of manually throwing stones to catch small mammals.

…………Shut up.

Although very reluctant, it turns out... the system is right!

Now Punk is holding a little rabbit whose head is oozing blood and standing in a small open space. The little rabbit in mid-air with its ears seems to feel that a catastrophe is imminent, so it struggles desperately regardless of the pain in its ears!

But even if Punk is a mage with little strength, it's not enough to let a rabbit escape.

Punk quickly cut open the rabbit's stomach with the silver knife he found in his pocket. With the precise assistance of the system, the knife cut open the rabbit's skin and muscles without injuring the internal organs.

Punk quickly read the obscure incantation. The principle of visceral divination is to use the biological internal organs to connect the biological soul, and use other biological souls to amplify the perception of the mysterious information in the dark to obtain information.

So the more the rabbit soul dissipated, the worse the effect of the spell!

As the lengthy incantations were whispered, Punk let go of his mind and prepared to receive information. He only felt that a layer of fog seemed to be covering his eyes, and the emerald green jungle began to blur, and a viscous thing seemed to drill into his brain Constantly stirring, and then... he felt the information that seemed to come out of nowhere

Walk west for a morning and there is a small river, and walk downstream for a morning and there are villages and towns!

In the next second, the fog and stickiness disappeared, and Punk found himself squatting on the ground at some point, the staff was thrown aside, and he was holding up a large group of rabbit internal organs with his hands, as if he was about to spread it on his face !

Punk threw down his internal organs and stood up. He couldn't help but frown slightly. No wonder this magic is from the evil camp. The feeling of casting the spell is really weird. Punk guessed that this magic was probably invented by a very strong mage, and the principles used in it are at a high level , even if it can be used at the apprentice level, it is just like a child who can use a firearm, just operate step by step, without knowing anything about the real mystery.

Even low-level magic is full of charm, this world is really wonderful.

A flame called excitement ignited in Punk's heart. He used a decontamination technique of the conjuration system. The friction force on the dirty blood stain was converted into ether energy and dissipated. In a few seconds, the friction force on the blood stain would disappear Being etherified, the blood on Punk's hands soon fell to the ground, and his hands became clean and white again.

Cut a few small pieces of fat from the rabbit and put them in the pocket of the robe (the robe is designed with a lot of pockets for convenient storage) as the casting material that may be used in the future. He ignored the twitching rabbit on the ground. Since he was born, he felt that his appetite for fruits and vegetables and other plants was far greater than that of meat, thanks to Punk's ancient elf blood.

Putting on the lesser mage armor for himself, and applying a clairvoyance technique (seeing through thin objects to find the enemy, if you want to face the wall crookedly), Punk happily walked west.

Only a prudent mage can live long.

Punk thought.

The jungle is actually not that big. It only took two or three hours for Punk to walk out of the jungle and enter the junction of the jungle and the plain.

With systematic navigation, punk can easily lock on to the west and will not deviate. It is still early in the morning, and two suns have just risen from the southwest (yes, there are two suns in the world of Faerun, both of which rise in the southwest and set in the northeast), and the green grass under your feet The sound of crunching is very tenacious, and it is now in the tender season (Ferren has six seasons in a year: young season, evergreen season, hot sun season, harvest season, sunburst season, and cold winter), the grass leaves The dew wet Punk's leather boots, but Punk didn't care, he walked briskly with his staff in hand.

Because Punk deliberately speeded up, it only took him half a morning to see the river mentioned in the prophecy. It was not so much a river as it was an extra-large stream. The entire river channel was at most four meters wide, and the water was very Shallow, but the river water that has not been damaged by industrial wastewater is crystal clear, and Punk can see the pebbles at the bottom of the river through the river water. There were no fish in the river, and Punk only saw a small fish with a slender body and small horns emitting light blue light swimming scatteredly in the river. Everything looks elegant and serene.

But... I have to clean up some spoiled little monsters before I have time to continue enjoying the beautiful scenery!

Punk looked at a large and somewhat abnormal bush by the river, in the eyes blessed with clairvoyance, a faint magical brilliance swirled around the pupils!