The ghost replied, "Yes, my lord. These magic energy crystals cultivated by ghosts, I also rely on absorbing these magic energy crystals to become stronger. ”

With a wave of the ghost's hand, the giant tree behind him began to tremble, and one by one magic crystals fell off the branches and floated over.

"My lord, these are the magic energy crystals that have been cultivated." The Wraith gave all the Magic Crystals to Herag.

Herag counted roughly, and there were about a hundred in all.

He snorted coldly, and then put all these magic energy crystals into the spatial ring.

One hundred magic energy crystals, that's at least 100,000 magic stones.

But Herag couldn't possibly sell, it was too hot.

Selling one or two can be said to have been acquired in the Swamp of Death, and selling a hundred is tantamount to killing yourself.

Herag was going to keep most of it for his own use, and there were many more uses in the future.

He put away the magic energy crystal and continued to ask, "Is there something here that contains the power of rules?" ”

That's the point, and Herag never forgot it.

Although it is only a vaporization wizard at the moment, this thing must have been prepared in advance.

Most wizards come in the Death Swamp Ruins for this thing.

With the power of the rules, you have the key to being promoted to a second-level wizard.

Herag didn't expect anything like that, he just wanted to come in and mix it up and make some gains.

He's just a vaporizer who can't keep even if he gets it.

But now that the situation has changed, Herag can naturally start thinking about how to get this thing.

The ghost shook his head and said, "That thing is gone, it was taken by someone from the wizard plane more than a hundred years ago. ”

"Already taken?" Herag was a little puzzled, according to rumors, this thing will always be produced.

The ghost continued, "Your Excellency, you know, we were originally all monsters of the Abyss Plane. It's just that after the plane crack is repaired, we can't go back. ”

"But the dimensional rift cannot be suppressed all the time, and the witch array that seals the rift needs to be sacrificed with blood and soul every once in a while."

"Every once in a while, a group of wizards come in here, and a lot of them die. These dead people became sacrifices, keeping the witch circle running. ”

When Herag heard this, he understood that the ruins of the Death Swamp did not contain the power of rules at all.

It's a hoax in the Auroville, getting wizards from the Barrens to come in every ten years just for something that doesn't really exist.

Every time a wizard enters, a wizard dies, and after the wizard dies, his blood and powerful soul become sacrifices to the witch circle at his feet.

The witch array that can seal the rift in the plane is obviously not an ordinary witch array, and the sacrifices required are definitely not ordinary.

The blood and soul of ordinary people are probably not enough to meet the requirements, but the soul of a wizard is strong enough to perfectly meet the requirements of the witch circle sacrifice.

If the Land of Dawn had been clear, no one would have come in.

But if you add bait, there will naturally be wizards rushing in.

Most of the wizards who came in were also crystallizers, because their desire to be promoted to a second-level wizard was even stronger.

The Land of Dawn uses the power of rules as bait to lure these wizards of the Barrens into the remains of the Death Swamp.

There are restrictions on the number of places to enter and the time to die, and the opportunity to die through the Land of Dawn has become a great opportunity.

Who would have thought that this was a complete hoax, deceiving the barren land of these wizards who willingly went in and died as a sacrifice.

Herag let out a breath, and a lot of things quickly came to his mind, figuring out the ins and outs.

"It seems that the vast majority of people don't know the inside story."

All wizarding organizations and wizard families in the barren land have sent people in, and each time the quota is allocated to important people.

From this alone, it can be seen that there are very few people who know the inside story, and it is likely that only someone at the Augustan Academy knows the truth.

The Death Swamp Ruins already have a lot of resources, and someone did get something with the power of rules more than a hundred years ago.

More than a hundred years is not a long time for a wizard, so no one doubted it.

Most of the people who took the things that contained the power of the rules were still wizards from the Land of Dawn.

Suddenly, Gerag felt as if he was living in a cage designed in the Land of Dawn.

The entire barren land is a cage, and resources, information, and knowledge are all controlled by the Land of Dawn.

If it weren't for the fact that the abyssal plane aura on his body was too strong, and he had the bloodline of the ancestor of the Thunder God, he would not be able to communicate with the ghost normally, so he would have learned this information.

If the ghost sees a human normally, it must have taken a direct shot.

But Herag is now completely in monster form, and can only be said to be a humanoid monster.

"If there's anything else good in the neighborhood, take me to see it." Knowing the inside story, Herag naturally gave up his plan to find the power of the rules.

It's all here, and you have to get enough benefits.

There are two land snakes, the ghost and the human-faced monkey, so you don't have to explore and find it yourself.

They naturally know where there is good and where there is danger.

All the magical energy crystals that the spirits have matured have been handed over to Herag, and the rest are still being cultivated.

Naturally, Herag will not do things perfectly, and insists that the ghost give himself the immature.

"There aren't any good things in the neighborhood either, so it's hard for adults to look at them." The ghost is naturally willing to lead the way, but he is afraid that those things will not be satisfied with Herag.

Herag waved his hand and said, "You don't have to worry about this, just take me there." ”

What the ghost thinks is bad is not necessarily not a good thing, and many potion materials are definitely useless to the ghost.

But for Herag, it was all good.

Even if you can't use it, you can sell it for a lot of money.

Seeing that Herag had said this, the wraith flew to the front and began to lead the way.

Herag followed, and the human-faced monkey followed.

He hadn't gone far before he saw a lot of high-grade potion materials, and the years were all hundreds of years old.

There are no traces of other animal activities around, and ordinary animals and wizards do not dare to come, resulting in a good growing environment here.

This place is already deep in the Black Forest, and even Brak would not dare to go so deep.

Herag quickly swept up, taking in all the valuable potion materials and spellcasting materials he saw around him.

While he was happily sweeping, he suddenly saw an acquaintance in the dark blue environmental detection.

Not far to the left, in the Black Forest, Old Man Karl was running wildly with a silver sword in his hand.

He was visibly wounded, with blood at the corners of his mouth and blood pouring from his chest.

The two members of the Moss family who were originally following him are gone, and most of them have already met with accidents.

(End of chapter)