The burst of debris shattered the wide leaves of the surrounding bushes, and the small tree with a diameter of 30 centimeters was broken by the waist, and the stone with huge kinetic energy attached to the small tree flew for a distance of more than 50 meters, and finally crashed into a small mound and raised a cloud of dust and disappeared!

"It's almost as powerful as a sniper!" Punk thought in surprise as he looked at the broken stump.

According to the system analysis, the mana consumed by this secondary catapult technique is less than one-tenth of the total amount of punk mana, and it has recovered in just three seconds, and the punk knows that although his recovery speed is indeed faster than that of ordinary mages, it will not be much faster, that is, only one or two percent......!

"The power level of this world is high enough, this is just a low-level magic, I don't know how strong those high-level magic will be." Before I knew it, Punk's determination to become stronger was even stronger!

Then Punk practiced a few more spells, and after many times of practicing spell casting, the casting time was finally compressed to less than 1~2 seconds, and these spells gave Punk flexible and diverse means, especially the spell of secondary mage armor, according to system analysis, its defense power is not inferior to a three-centimeter-thick steel plate!

Now that the punk has a defensive and offensive power no less than that of an armored vehicle, and finally has enough means to protect itself, it's time to start the journey. The first goal is to find a village first!

Punk is not a reclusive mage, and the knowledge left by his parents is only enough to reach the formal level, so communication and learning are essential. However, Punk has no idea how big the jungle is and how far away it is from the village, and in the Faeron plane, the vast and sparsely populated land is not just talking! Punk doesn't want to spend ten days and half a month in this damp jungle!

At this time, prophecy spells can always help lost travelers, punk rummaged through memory to find a spell that looks more reliable than the description, although it is only an apprentice level, the ability to obtain information is worth weighing, but the information that punk wants to obtain has not been blocked by magic, and the information point does not have any unusual power, so this "visceral divination" should be enough!

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Punk looked at the ground and ...... Now it's called meat puree, and it used to be called rabbit's...... The thing was a little stunned. "Sure enough, magic is not suitable for hunting......

Punk wanted to find a small animal to "borrow" its entrails, and while visceral divination theoretically said that the more advanced creatures the entrails, the better, but now Punk can only find rabbits......

"According to the systematic analysis, it is recommended that the host use the method of "throwing stones manually" to catch small mammals".

“............ Shut up".

It turns out...... Now Punk is holding a little rabbit with a bleeding head standing in a small clearing, and the little rabbit in the air with his ears lifted seems to feel a big disaster, so he struggles desperately despite the pain in his ears!

But even if Punk is a mage, he won't let a rabbit escape.

Punk used a silver knife found in a pocket of his clothes to quickly cut open the rabbit's belly, and with the precise assistance of the system, the knife cut through the rabbit's skin and muscles without hurting the internal organs.

Punk hurriedly recited an obscure incantation, the principle of visceral divination is to use the internal organs of living beings as a trick to connect the souls of living beings, and use the souls of other creatures to amplify their own souls' perception of the mysterious information in the underworld to obtain information. So the more the rabbit soul dissipates, the worse the spell will be!

As the long incantation whispered, Punk let go of his mind and prepared to receive the message, only to feel as if a fog had cast in front of him, the verdant jungle began to blur, and something sticky seemed to burrow into his brain and stir up, and then ...... He felt the message that seemed to come out of nowhere: "There is a small river in the morning to the west, and there are villages and towns in the morning to the lower reaches of the river"!

In the next second, the fog and viscosity were gone, and Punk found himself crouching on the ground at some point, his staff being tossed aside, and he was holding a large ball of rabbit entrails in his hand, as if trying to put it on his face!

Punk dropped his internal organs and stood up, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly, no wonder this magic is in the evil camp, the casting feeling is indeed very weird, Punk guessed that this magic was probably invented by a very strong mage, and the principle used in it is very high, even if it can be used at the apprentice level, but just like a child can use a firearm, it is just a step-by-step operation, and he doesn't know anything about the real mysteries.

"Even low-level magic is full of charm, and this world is amazing." A flame of excitement ignited in Punk's heart, and he casually used a spell-based decontamination technique, and the friction on the filthy blood stains was converted into aether energy to dissipate, and within a few seconds, the friction on the blood stains would be "aetherized", and the blood on Punk's hands soon fell to the ground, and his hands were clean and white again.

Punk cuts a few small pieces of grease from the rabbit and places them in the robe's own pocket (the robe has plenty of pockets for easy storage). He ignored the rabbit that was still twitching on the ground, and since his newborn, he felt that he had a much greater appetite for plants such as fruits and vegetables than for meat, thanks to the punk primeval elven bloodline.

Putting on the armor of the Minor Mage, and with a clairvoyance (seeing through thinner objects to spot enemies, trying to crook the wall), Punk headed west. "Only a prudent mage can live long." Punk thought.

The jungle is actually not big, it only took two or three hours, the punk walked out of the jungle and entered the junction of the jungle and the plain, there is a systematic navigation punk easy to lock the west will not deviate, it is still early in the morning, the two suns have just risen from the southwest (yes, there are two suns in the world of Faerun, both rise in the southwest and set in the north), the grass under his feet makes a creaking sound and is very tenacious, and it is now in the tender season (Fei Lun is divided into six seasons a year: tender season, evergreen season, hot sun season, harvest season, sunrise season, cold winter), the dew of the blades of grass wet the punk's leather boots, but the punk didn't care, he walked briskly with his staff。

As the punk deliberately speeded up, it only took half a morning for him to see the river mentioned in the prophecy, not so much a river as a large stream, the whole channel was at most four meters wide, and the river was very shallow, but the water was so clear that the punk could see the pebbles at the bottom of the river through the water. But there were no fish in the river, and the punk could only see a small fish with a slender body and a small horn with a pale blue glow on its head swimming in the river sprawl. Everything looks elegant and quiet.

But ......", you have to clean up some of the little monsters that are ruining the electricity before you have time to continue to enjoy the beautiful scenery!

Punk looked at a large, somewhat abnormal bush by the river, and in his clairvoyant-blessed eyes, a faint magical glow swirled around his pupils!