It was a somewhat sparse jungle, with mossy trees that were crooked, vines climbing on top of the trunks, and bright sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves on the surface of the tender green moss, forming irregularly shaped bright spots.

A gust of wind blew, the trees rustled, the crystal clear dew fell on the yellow-brown ground, and a few frightened insects flew out of the thick-fowed grass, their colorful wings streaked through the sunlight.

This is a peaceful jungle, the wind is soaked with silence, the dance reveals elegance, every flying insect seems to be an inseparable part of this jungle, and every leaf seems to be the indispensable skirt of the girl in this secret land.

It was a quiet morning, with no noise of insects or frogs............ But it's going to be even quieter, a hundred times quieter than it is now!

Behind a curtain of vines, a white finger was gently raised, and then a casual swipe was made!

The vines, which numbered hundreds and were as thick as thick iron chains, were all cut off in an instant, and the emerald green vines fell to the ground with the leaves cut in half, and the people who were originally covered by it were also revealed.

It was a young man who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, he was wearing a black-bottomed robe with black and red stripes, and carrying an emerald green long-handled staff that seemed to be alive on his back, and his face under the hood was covered by shadows, but only a pair of eyes that shimmered with azure brilliance exuded a gaze that went straight to the soul.

In the moment after he appeared, the sound of the wind in the entire dense forest seemed to disappear in an instant, even the fall of the blades had to be cautious, the flying beetles froze in mid-air and fell straight down, all living beings were prostrate on the ground and did not dare to move, even the most restless bamboo rats were trying to suppress the trembling of their bodies under the cover of the blades of grass.

At this moment, even the most unintelligent and untrained animals know that there is a terrifying creature that is absolutely impossible to defeat or even escape!

There is no doubt that this "terrible creature that has descended" is punk!

The punk moved lightly across the rattans, walking unhurriedly through the uneven woodland, looking like a rich boy wandering around the city, completely ignoring this vast area of dense forest as nothing.

"The projection said that it would send me to a location in the center of the Faeron plane, and I don't know if this guy is reliable."

Punk thought a little unexpectedly, he kicked away a mossy stone, and without even using a spell, he used his mental power to catch a bamboo rat hiding next to the stone.

"According to the information of the prophecy spell, this forest alone is a province away from the nearest city, so is the middle of the Faeron plane so vast and sparsely populated?"

The punk muttered to himself as he carried a bamboo rat the size of a palm.

He is now a sixteenth-level master spellcaster without a little water, and there will be no problem with distance or anything as long as it is not too outrageous, but Punk has just come out of the ruins of the Nethrel civilization, and he has not mastered enough master spells, so Punk is now very eager to find a place to study the spell seriously, and by the way, see if he can join a spellcaster organization.

That's right, join a spellcaster organization, or rather...... Join a legendary organization with legendary powerhouses at their disposal!

Punk cleaned up the bamboo rat in his hand, and then he pinched the shiny mouse ears, and watched the little guy shake his teeth and claws as if he had turned on the vibration mode, and Punk couldn't help but smile.

Ever since he left the Nethriel Ruins, Punk has been thinking about what to do next, he now has the strength of a master, and he has a great arcane's lifelong knowledge, but the former's power still belongs to the category of "ants", and the latter's massive knowledge requires a lot of resources to use.

In Vedrashia's memory, Punk knew how much help a mage who joined the caster organization could be before the legend, at least many resources could be obtained peacefully through trade, and there was a lot of knowledge that could be advanced 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 he could refine a large number of high-value potions, but Punk couldn't find a buyer, and the refining potions could only be used by himself.

For example, when a punk needs materials, he can only find them by himself, but the scope of his activities is very limited, and he can't go to the Phantom Realm for half a year for a bead of Phantom Grass, even if this kind of Phantom Grass is everywhere in the Phantom Realm.

As a result, Punk had to give up many alchemy potions that he could refine to the point where he couldn't find the materials, even though those potions could provide a very substantial boost.

It's a different story if you're part of a spellcaster's organization, especially one that is a legendary organization with a wide range of influences, as punks can exchange potions for materials they need directly from the organization, and are no longer helpless for materials that aren't so valuable but only produced in a specific region.

Punk understands that at least until he reaches Legendary, has his own half-plane, and has his own legendary organization, the resource gathering ability of a spellcaster organization is unmatched by a lone spellcaster.

This is also where punks are a little helpless, the Grand Oso Vedraxia is very good at alchemy potions, and many of the precious recipes he remembers are of great use to punks, but the materials required for these recipes are so complex that if they all let punks run around to find and collect them on their own............ Then he would have to run for at least two or three hundred years for an ingredient, after all, Faeron was too big.

There is no doubt that wasting a lot of time on the road is unacceptable, even for a long-lived master mage

Punk pinched the tip of the bamboo rat's nose and lifted the little thing in the air, looking at the little bamboo rat's slow hands and feet because his limbs were off the ground and couldn't breathe, he sighed faintly:

"Alas, the power of a master spellcaster controls a kingdom at most, and those legendary monsters will not allow a "mole ant" that cannot be reached by a legend to spread their power all over the Faeron plane, and all the forces that do not have a legendary powerhouse are just pigs in captivity by those legendary powerhouses, and being slaughtered after fattening is the only ending............ However, the journey to the path of legend must have the help of a force, so the master-level powerhouse can only choose to join the command of a legendary organization............"

Punk's eyes became colder and colder when he looked at the futilely struggling bamboo rat, and he grabbed the bamboo rat in his hand, and said faintly while listening to the cry of the rat in pain:

"I'm afraid these are all deliberately arranged by the legendary powerhouse, to squeeze those ignorant who stand on their own, so that those self-motivated geniuses are "voluntarily" joined by their command............ Good calculation and high planning, but even if you know this, you don't have to choose............ Sure enough, if you don't become a legend, it's an ant after all"!