Chapter 143:

"Want to go?"

Feeling the strength of the struggle coming from the palm of his hand, a sneer appeared on the corner of Ron's mouth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He pulled his arm hard, and the other fist slammed directly into the palm of his hand.

'Boom!!'

Driven by the huge force, the surrounding air actually formed a circle of circular ripples visible to the naked eye, which instantly spread towards the surroundings.

A red glow flickered across his fist.

'Click!'

It was as if the sound of something shattering, the screams that had been in his ears abruptly stopped.

Feeling the strength of the struggle in his palm completely disappear, Ron spread out his palm and looked towards the palm of his hand.

It was a wisp of gray-black air that he grasped in his hand like substance.

However, at this time, the air mass is also dissipating as quickly as air.

Staring at the rapidly dissipating gas in his hand, Ron frowned slightly.

After a pause, he raised his head and swept around, and after a while, his gaze finally settled on the doorway.

He closed the wooden door himself, and at some point opened a gap, and the blue halo penetrated through this gap, faintly with a faint coldness.

Outside there was the sound of soft footsteps in the passageway, and two figures in gray robes with hooded faces just past his doorway.

"Did you run away?"

Ignoring the two passing by, Ron looked at the tiny gap in the doorway, where he could clearly smell an indescribable scent.

The smell had a faint cold, decaying feeling, similar to the smell of long-dead spirits, but deeper and darker.

After a pause, he walked to the door and closed it softly again, then walked to the table and sat down.

The originally smooth table top now showed a deep scratch, revealing the twisted black lines of the trees inside.

Looking at the black lines on the table, Ron picked up a little wood chip next to it, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

Suddenly, an even stronger cold, rotten smell filled his nostrils.

Immediately throwing away the sawdust in his hand, a strange light flashed in Ron's unfaded red eyes.

Sure enough, the whole old tree smelled of it. ”

The old face he had seen before he had even reached the ancient tree, combined with what had just happened, had a faint feeling that something from the ancient tree was being expelled from him in a threatening way.

However, this approach did not pose any threat to him, but piqued his interest.

"It's something that even wizards can't even detect, let me see what else happens. ”

Although he didn't know why the witch's blood constitution allowed him to see this, Ron believed that as long as he was in this ancient tree, that thing would definitely come back.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Soon, night fell on the earth.

Contrary to the daytime, at night, the forest of tall spore plants glows faintly blue-green.

The light of these fluorescents is very weak, but there are many of them, and they are densely packed into one piece, which is as beautiful as the stars.

In this way, some nocturnal and highly poisonous creatures began to wake up, dragging their huge bodies to hunt prey at night.

Inside the ancient tree.

After a brief dinner, Ron returned to his room.

After taking off his black robe and armor, he sat cross-legged on the bed and began his daily meditation routine.

Imagine the patterns in the meditation method and guide small particles of energy into his body to exercise mental power and strengthen physical fitness.

Although the efficiency is no different from what it used to be, Ron has indeed found that his mental power has really increased after today's tests in the laboratory.

So much so that the production of primary potions, which originally had a great failure rate, has rarely succeeded in three bottles today.

Although this one's low-grade elixir, it is enough to show that the illusion absorbed from Virgil has greatly improved the growth of mental power.

This was something he had not received from the hallucinations he had received in the past.

The process of meditation, time passed unusually quickly for Ron.

Before I knew it, it was the middle of the night.

The circle around the ancient tree began to light up with a white halo, and a faint white mist rose from the halo, and a gray insect swarm accidentally touched the white mist, and immediately melted away as quickly as snow, and after a while, all of them completely melted into the white mist.

And the ancient tree also became unreal under the haunting white mist, as if it had disappeared.

If Ron saw this scene, he would understand that this was a defensive rune array specially set up by wizards for the stronghold, and the type seemed to belong to the type of hallucinatory rune array.

There are also wooden houses in the Blade Forest, but the type is different from this one.

Under the protection of this defensive talisman array, the ancient tree was exceptionally silent, and there was hardly any sound.

The blue crystal at the top of the passage emitted a faint cold glow as usual, and there was nothing unusual about it.

And a long time passed.

Suddenly, the crystal in front of Ron's door suddenly dimmed, then lit up again.

In the corner where no one noticed, a trace of black-gray smoke crept down the crack in the door and quietly drifted into the room.

The smoke was long, thin, like a woman's hair, drifting along the wall to the bed.

Ron on the bed was still meditating with his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of anything.