Chapter 7: Set off

The exploded wood shattered the wide leaves of the surrounding bushes. A small tree with a diameter of 30 cm was interrupted by the waist. The stone with huge kinetic energy interrupted the small tree and flew a distance of more than 50 meters. Finally, it hit a small mound and lifted up a piece of dust before disappearing!
　　 "This power, almost caught up with a sniper shot"! Punk looked at the broken tree stump and was surprised.
According to system analysis, this secondary catapult consumes less than one-tenth of the total punk’s magic power, and it recovers in just three seconds. Punk knows that although his recovery speed is indeed faster than that of ordinary wizards, it is not It will be too fast, that is, only one or two percent! and so……
　　 "The power level in this world is high enough, this is just a low-level magic, I don't know how strong those high-level magic will be." Unconsciously, punk's determination to become stronger is firmer!
Then punk practiced a few more spells. After many practice and casting, the casting time was finally compressed to less than 1 to 2 seconds, and these spells gave punk flexible and diverse methods, especially the spell of sub-magic armor, according to System analysis shows that its defensive power is not inferior to a three-centimeter thick steel plate!
　　 Now that punk has the defensive power and offensive power no less than armored vehicles, and finally has enough means of self-protection, it is time to start the journey. The first goal-find a village first!
　　Punk is not a reclusive mage, and the knowledge left by his parents is enough for the formal level, so communication and learning are essential. But punk has no idea how big the jungle he is in, and how far away it is from the villages and towns. On the plane of Faerun, the vast land and the scarcity of people are more than just talking! Punk doesn’t want to spend ten and a half months in this wet but jungle!
At this time, the prophecy spells can always help the lost travelers. Punk has found a more reliable spell in his memory. Although it is only apprentice level, the ability to obtain information is worth weighing, but punk wants to obtain it. The information of "has not been shielded by magic, and the information pointer does not have any unusual power, so this "internal divination" should be enough!
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　　Punk looked at the stall on the ground... Now it's called muddy meat, and it was once called rabbit... The stuff was a little startled. "Sure enough, magic or something is not suitable for hunting..."
　　Punk wanted to find a small animal to "borrow" its viscera. Although visceral divination theoretically uses more advanced creatures, the better the viscera effect, but now punk can only find rabbits...
　　 "According to system analysis, it is recommended that the host use "manually throw stones" to catch small mammals."
"…………To shut up".
　　 Facts have proved... the system is right! Now punk is holding a bunny with a head standing on a small open space. The bunny with its ears in the air seems to feel the catastrophe and is struggling desperately regardless of the ear pain!
　　 But even if punk is a mage, he won’t let a rabbit escape.
　　Punk quickly slashed the rabbit’s belly with a silver knife found in his pocket. With the precise assistance of the system, the knife cut through the rabbit’s skin and muscles without any damage to the internal organs.
　　Punk quickly chanted an obscure spell. The principle of visceral divination is to use biological viscera as a clever method to connect biological souls, and use other biological souls to amplify their own soul's perception of mysterious information in the dark to obtain intelligence. So the more the rabbit's soul dissipates, the worse the spell effect!
With the murmur of the long spell, punk let go of his mind and prepared to receive information. He only felt that his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, the emerald jungle began to blur, and a sticky thing seemed to penetrate into the brain. Constantly stirring, and then... he felt the message that seemed to emerge out of thin air, "Walking west for a morning there will be a small river, walking down the river for a morning there will be villages and towns"!
In the next second, the fog and stickiness disappeared. Punk discovered that he did not know when he was squatting on the ground. The staff was thrown aside. He was holding up a large group of rabbit internal organs with his hands, as if he was about to apply it to his face. !
Punk left his internal organs and stood up, his brows frowned slightly. No wonder this magic is of the evil camp. It really feels weird to cast it. Punk guessed that this magic was probably invented by a strong mage, and the principles used are very high. , Even the apprentice level can be used, but just like children can use firearms, it is only a step-by-step operation, without knowing the true mystery.
　　 "Even low-level magic is full of charm, this world is really amazing". A flame called excitement ignited in Punk's heart. He casually used a magic decontamination technique. The friction on the filthy blood was converted into etheric energy and dissipated. Within a few seconds, the friction on the blood was all Being "etherified", punk's blood all over his hands soon fell to the ground, and his hands became clean and white again.
Punk cut a few small pieces of grease from the rabbit and put them in the pockets of the robe (the robe designed a lot of pockets for the convenience of storing things~EbookFREE.me~ he ignored it on the ground, In Twitching Rabbit, since he was born, he has felt that his appetite for fruits and vegetables and other plants is far greater than meat, thanks to the blood of punk Primordial Elves.
　　 Put on the armor of the sub-mage, and blessed with a perspective technique (seeing through thinner objects to find the enemy, wanting to face the wall crookedly), punk walked west. "Only a cautious wizard can live long." Thought punk.
The jungle is actually not big. In just two or three hours, punk walked out of the jungle and entered the junction of the jungle and the plain. The systematic navigation punk easily locks in the west and will not deviate. When it rises (yes, there are two suns in the world of Faerun, both rising from the southwest to the northeast), the grass under your feet is crunching, and it is very tough. Now it is in the tender season (Ferren is divided into six seasons a year: Tender season, evergreen season, hot sun season, harvest season, sun wind season, cold winter), the dew of the grass leaves wet the punk boots, but punk didn’t care, he walked briskly with the staff. .
Because punk deliberately speeds up, he saw the river mentioned in the prophecy in only half a morning. It is not so much a river as a super-large stream. The entire river is at most four meters wide and the river water is very high. It is shallow, but the river water that has not been damaged by industrial wastewater is crystal clear. Punk can see the pebbles at the bottom of the river through the water. But there were no fish in the river. Punk saw only one small fish with a slender body and small horns on its head, swimming scattered in the river. Everything looks elegant and quiet.
　　 But... "You have to clean up some disappointing little monsters before you have time to continue enjoying the beautiful scenery"!
　　Punk looked at a large and somewhat abnormal bush by the river, and in the eyes of the blessed perspective, a faint magical brilliance revolved around the pupil!