Name: Mir's Skull

Category: Special Accessories

Tier: Legendary

Effect: As a descendant of the last Serpent of Wisdom, Mir's Skull can use Perceptual Wishing every seven days to obtain the information you need to know your target, ranging from detailed to simple depending on the caster's level and the difficulty of what you are seeking.

Although this [Perceptual Wishing Technique] is only an eighth-level spell that is slightly weaker than the ninth-level spell [Wishing Technique], it is extremely difficult to master, and it is quite a test of a person's talent for prophecy spells, and basically those who can learn this spell are divine descendants or priesthood spellcasters.

Morey originally thought that he didn't have the conditions to study, but he didn't expect to get it here.

Without further ado, Morey immediately used the [Perceptual Wishing Technique].

[Mir's Skull] turned slightly, and a slightly illusory image was projected from the two hollow eye sockets.

Morey's caster level strength is still too low, so the picture is not very clear, but it is enough for Morey to understand where what he is asking for.

The so-called far away is close at hand, and the spell road marker that Morey has not found for a long time is actually on the round-faced turf spirit beside him.

"That looks like us!"

Looking at the turf spirit who came to the front of him curiously to take a closer look, Morey did not press the suspect who had hidden his spell marker.

Because [Mir's Skull] only indicated that there was a faint Spell Dao Marker reaction on the turf element, and the turf essence should have only been in contact, he began to talk in a subtle way.

With Morey's help, Roundface remembered that before the human appeared, they had indeed seen a strange triangular cloud fall on them, and smelling the faint honey-like fragrance, they did not hesitate to eat the cotton-like cloud.

"Eat, eat?"

Morey was a little incredulous.

Whether it was a spell book or a teacher's teachings, Morey had never heard that the spell sign was a combination of illusory magic particles, and when had he heard that this spell sign could actually turn into a cloud, and it was swallowed into his stomach by a bunch of gluttonous turf spirits as marshmallows.

The round face also looked a little embarrassed, as one of the few well-intentioned races in the spirit world, their moral standards were much higher than the average level in the spirit world.

If they ate something without an owner, they would have eaten it, but this thing was obviously this stupid big one, and it seemed to be quite important to him, but his own people ate it for him, as if it was a bit excessive, although the marshmallow was indeed delicious.

Morey is also in trouble at the moment, although the traces of the spell road mark are found, but it is difficult to put them together.

Yes, put it together, although the group of turf spirits ate their own spell road mark, but Morey used mana to test the round face of the body, and found that there were still some broken spell rune imprints remaining in his body, it seems that what they digested was only the spiritual power that the spell channel mark attracted in this world, those spell runes that did not belong to their world, or stay quietly in their stomachs, if they can find all the grass spirits, maybe they can also spell out a complete spell road mark, Back in the Plane House.

But in this dangerous spiritual world, it is not easy to find a group of turf spirits who don't know where to hide.

When Morey was at a loss, the round face was a little embarrassed to say that he could summon the rest of his friends.

The Turf Elves claim to be a sub-clan of the famous Heme Elves, but as a branch of the Heme Elves, the abilities of the two races [Psychic Teleportation] and [Psychic Summoning] are not lacking.

These little guys who seem to have thin arms and thin legs, once they encounter danger, can use these two abilities to jump and teleport to their companions to avoid danger or summon partners to deal with strong enemies together.

This is why he dared to follow Morey all the way on his own adventures (Round Face's own words), and even when facing the poisonous snake that could turn him into ashes with a single breath, he still dared to speak out and reprimand.

After a burst of brilliant rainbow light, there were countless more Heim goblins similar to him around the round face, and the little ones may have been separated for a long time before they quieted down.

“... So that's the case, since we've eaten someone else's stuff, we're going to help him get it back! ”

Perhaps to make up his mind, the round face waved his right hand, just like those generals who were mobilized before the war, and he himself had never felt so good at the moment.

"But we all ate the marshmallow!"

"That's right! How do you pay him back for what he eats? ”

It's a pity that the little friends below don't have the slightest face for this "general", and they didn't hesitate to dismantle the stage and say.

As he said one by one, seeing that the round face was about to change from a turf spirit to a grass gray spirit, Morey quickly interrupted their argument.

"Actually, as long as you stay here quietly, I can take out the spell runes that are still in your body and spell out the spell markers again."

After another explanation, the little ones finally quieted down, and quietly let Morey use mana to extract the remaining spell runes in their bodies.

When the last Heim elf ran away in a slight panic with his stomach in his hands, on Morey's right, a complete spell sign finally appeared.

Countless spell runes were hooked together in the triangular spell road mark, and they were hooked and intertwined with each other to form an extremely complex spell rune array, and ordinary people would definitely faint if they looked at it.

Now that the spell sign had been formed, Morey immediately poured mana into it.

Looking at this flickering spell marker, Morey couldn't help but touch it lightly with his hand.

Who knew that this seemingly solid spell sign suddenly shattered like a beautiful bubble, and the scattered fragments re-entered the bodies of these Heim goblins.

And those Heim elves who were originally loosely surrounding themselves to watch the excitement, the moment the starlight entered their bodies, they all turned into a green turf carpet.

Following the sensation in his body, Morey lifted his foot and stepped lightly.

The turf carpet is very elastic, and there is a fresh fragrance of grass, which makes people feel uplifted.

It wasn't until now that Morey realized that these Heme goblins were probably deliberately relocated here by the creators of [Spirit Stealth], in order to make these Heme goblins who were proficient in teleportation his guides.

Morey lifted his right foot and stepped lightly, and the whole person involuntarily slid up, and the carpet under his feet began to stretch infinitely, and he stepped on the turf carpet and ran directly towards the distant sky, until finally disappeared into the sky.