Herag sat in the ashram with a book of arcane things in front of him.

His fingers swiped quickly, and the magic power condensed one rune after another and imprinted it into the Book of Secret Laws, and a first-level witch array was slowly being perfected and formed.

This first-level witch array is called the Wildfire Tent, and it belongs to the defensive witch array.

Generally used as a temporary settlement in the wild, after the wildfire tent is activated, it can transform light and shadow according to the surrounding environment to achieve the effect of blending into the environment and hiding itself.

Wildfire tents are a kind of witch array commonly used by wizards when they live in the wild, which can provide a relatively safe and secluded place to rest in the wilderness.

Although it is only a first-level witch array, its defense is very strong, and even second-level wizards are not so easy to break.

Herag hadn't prepared anything like that before, because he hadn't thought he would go into the contaminated area.

Last time it was a complete accident, and there was a lot of security if there was a wildfire tent back then.

Since Herag knew that he was going to enter a low-level world this time, he naturally had to prepare well in advance.

He had prepared three of them for this wildfire tent, and normally one was enough, and Herag had prepared a spare, as well as a spare.

If it weren't for the fact that the second- and third-level witch arrays were too expensive to consume, Herag would have directly gone to the second- and third-level witch arrays.

He glanced at his wallet and felt that it was still a first-level witch array, and he could still do it himself to save money.

It's not that the second-level witch array can't afford it, it's just that the wildfire tent is more cost-effective.

With a quick swipe of his fingers, Herag condensed the last rune and printed it into the Book of Mysticism, then retracted his hand.

Layers of magical ripples rippled around the Book of Mystic Techniques, and then gradually subsided.

The first-level witch array wildfire tent is completed.

When Herag was done, he picked up the Book of Secret Laws and walked out into the courtyard.

Every time he finishes it, he will take it to check it to see if there are any problems, which is considered a quality inspection.

These are all things that he will use later, and he has to make sure that there is no problem with the quality.

As soon as Herag's hand loosened his grip on the Book of Secret Magic, the Book of Secret Law floated out of the way.

Immediately, the Book of Secret Laws automatically opened as if the wind was blowing, and a wave of magical power spread.

An invisible shroud shrouded the Book of Secret Laws, covering an area of about thirty square meters.

It's about the size of a bedroom, which is a little smaller, but it's enough for a wild dwelling.

From the inside, there is no obstruction from the outside, and it is clearly visible.

It's just that the inside is different from the outside, and there is no one in the yard from the outside, and it looks like a very ordinary yard.

But Herag was standing in the courtyard at the moment, and the wildfire tent had automatically hidden him.

Herag looked at the deep blue environment from all directions, made sure there was nothing wrong, and put away the wildfire tent.

He wasn't idle all this time, and in addition to this wildfire tent, he also researched a bucket of his own.

The biggest function of this bucket is to purify water, and there is a witch circle designed by Herag Rang Deep Blue, which can purify most of the water with water quality problems.

For those who are active in the wild, the issue of water safety is of paramount importance.

Herag knew that it was impossible to find a clean source of water everywhere, and that it was necessary.

In addition to this, drinking water, food, and potions were naturally prepared, and Herag had always been well prepared.

Especially since this time he couldn't be sure how long he would stay, so Herag was a little more prepared.

……

While Herag was preparing, so were the other wizards involved in Operation Cradle.

Eye of the Storm, Hibbotus City.

Malcolm stood in front of a huge pool of blood, watching the blood in front of him tumble and bubble.

In his participation in the war against the elven plane, he performed well and used ruthlessly, and was favored by the third-level wizard Fran of the eye of the storm and accepted as a disciple.

Malcolm managed to enter the Land of Dawn, becoming an official member of the Eye of the Storm and a disciple of a Level 3 wizard.

This identity is naturally extremely noble, and it also represents a bright future.

Malcolm was gifted in his own right, having been a crystallizer before entering the Land of Dawn.

For him, all that was missing was the conditions for promotion to a second-level wizard, and there was no key to the rules in the barren lands.

After Malcolm came to the eye of the storm, relying on the various resources given by Fran, his strength increased rapidly, and he has now reached the limit of crystallization wizards.

For him, the promotion process of a second-level wizard can be carried out at any time.

It's just that Malcolm wasn't in a hurry, because Fran told him an opportunity.

That's the thing about Operation Cradle, as long as Malcolm can seize control of the world in Operation Cradle, he can sense the existence of various rule forces during the time he became the master of the world.

As long as this step is completed, the promotion to a second-level wizard is a sure thing.

Although Malcolm has always been arrogant, arrogant, and looks down on anyone, he still chooses to listen to the teacher's opinion.

Because this is indeed beneficial to him, Malcolm is also preparing for Operation Cradle.

The blood in the pool of blood was constantly bubbling and steaming, and it was constantly tumbling.

This pool of blood shows that Malcolm has violated at least a few hundred rules of the Auroville.

Only he knows how many things have been committed in it.

Any one thing taken out alone is enough for a wizard to be sentenced to death.

But Malcolm didn't care, it was all done with Fran's tacit approval.

With a third-level wizard as a backer, no one dares to say anything, and not many people know.

Even if anyone knew, they would only turn a blind eye for Fran's sake.

Malcolm is a necromancer-specialized wizard and doesn't feel like there's anything wrong with what he's doing.

It's a lot more arrogant to do things in the barren land, unlike here where you have to hide and even have to build a laboratory in this basement.

Malcolm had been watching the state of the blood pool, and when he saw that it was almost time, he stretched out his hand to gather magic and infuse it into the blood pool, and quickly recited some syllables in his mouth.

After the magic entered the blood pool, the blood pool quickly surged, and gradually a whirlpool continued to rotate.

The blood swirls rapidly and converges together, gradually forming a blood tornado.

The wide pool gradually lost a drop of blood, and all the blood condensed into a blood cell, floating above the pool of blood.

Malcolm looked at the blood ball with a crazy expression on his face, and seemed very excited.

"With this, no one can beat me there." Malcolm couldn't help but burst out laughing.

(End of chapter)