The wide leaves of the surrounding shrubs were broken by the blasted wood. The small tree with a diameter of 30 cm was interrupted by the waist, and the stones with huge kinetic energy flew more than 50 meters after the tree was interrupted. Finally, it hit a small mound, raised a piece of dust and disappeared!

"This power, almost catch up with a fierce sniper"!

Punk looked at the broken stump and was surprised.

According to the system analysis, this secondary catapult consumes less than one tenth of the total amount of punk magic. In just three seconds, his magic will be restored. Punk knows that although its recovery speed is indeed faster than that of ordinary mages, it will not be too fast, that is, only 10% or 20%!

So

"The level of power in this world is high enough. It's just a low-level magic. I don't know how strong those high-level magic will be.".

Unknowingly, Punk's determination to become stronger is stronger!

Then punk practiced several more spells. After many times of practice, the casting time was reduced to 1-2 seconds, and these spells gave punk flexible means, especially the secondary Mage Armor. According to the system analysis, its defense is no less than three centimeters thick steel plate!

Now that punk has the defense and attack power no less than armored cars, and finally has enough means to protect itself, it's time to start the journey.

The first goal - find a village first!

Punk is not a hermit mage, and the knowledge left by parents is enough to be used to the official 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. In Phelan's plane, it's not just about the vast territory and sparse population! Punk doesn't want to spend 10 days and half a month in this humid jungle!

At this time, prophecy can always help the lost traveler.

Punk has found a magic that is more reliable in its memory. Although it is only an apprentice, its ability to obtain information is worth considering. However, the information punk wants to obtain has not been blocked by magic, and the information object does not have any unusual power, so this "visceral divination" should be enough!

punk looks on the floor Now it's called mashed meat. It used to be called rabbit I'm a little dazed.

"Sure enough, magic is not suitable for hunting..."

Punk wants to find a small animal to "borrow" its internal organs. In theory, the more advanced the internal organs are, the better. But now punk can only find Rabbits

According to the systematic analysis, it is suggested that the host use the method of "manual stone throwing" to capture small mammals.

“………… Shut up.

Reluctantly, it turns out that The system is right!

Now punk is carrying a little rabbit with bleeding head standing in a small open space. The rabbit with ears in the air seems to feel a disaster, so it struggles desperately regardless of the pain in its ears!

But even if punk is a weak mage, it's not enough to let a rabbit escape.

Punk uses the silver knife found in his pocket to quickly cut the rabbit's stomach. With the precise assistance of the system, the knife cuts the rabbit's skin and muscles without hurting the internal organs.

Punk quickly recited the obscure mantra. The principle of visceral divination is to connect biological souls by using the ingenious means of biological viscera, and use other biological souls to amplify their souls' perception of the mysterious information in order to obtain intelligence.

So the more the soul of the rabbit dissipates, the worse the spell effect will be!

With the chanting of long incantations, punk opens his mind to receive information. He only feels that there seems to be a layer of fog in front of him. The green jungle begins to blur, and a kind of viscous thing seems to penetrate into his brain and constantly stir. Then He felt the message that seemed to come out of thin air

"walking westward for a morning, there is a small river, walking downstream for a morning, there are villages and towns"!

The next second, the fog and stickiness disappeared. Punk found that he was squatting on the ground at some time, and his staff was thrown aside. He was holding up a large ball of rabbit viscera with his hand, as if he was trying to apply it to his face!

Punk leaves behind his internal organs and stands up. He frowns slightly. No wonder this magic is evil. The feeling of casting is really weird. Punk guesses that this magic was invented by a strong mage. The principle level of its application is very high. Even if it can be used as an apprentice, it's just like a child can use a gun. It's just a step-by-step operation, right The real mystery is unknown.

"Even low-level magic is full of charm. This world is really wonderful.".

Punk's heart lit up a fire called excitement. He used a magic method of decontamination. The friction on the dirty blood was transformed into ether energy and dissipated. In a few seconds, the friction on the blood would be "etherified". Punk's hands full of blood soon fell to the ground, and his hands were clean and white again.Cut a few small pieces of grease from the rabbit as a possible casting material and put them into the pocket of the robe (the robe has a large number of pockets for storing things). He didn't pay attention to the rabbit still twitching on the ground. Since he was born, he felt that his appetite for fruits and vegetables is far greater than meat, which is due to the archaic spirit blood of punk.

Put on the secondary Mage Armor, and in the blessing of a perspective (see through the thinner objects to find the enemy, want to tilt the wall), punk happily goes West.

Only prudent mages can live long.

Punk thought.

In fact, the jungle is not big. It took only two or three hours for punk to get out of the jungle and enter the border between the jungle and the plain.

With systematic navigation, punk can easily lock in the West and never deviate from it. It's still early in the morning. Two suns have just risen from the Southwest (yes, there are two suns in Phelan's world, both rising from the southwest and setting from the northeast). The grass under its feet creaks and creaks. It's very tough. Now it's in the tender season (Phelan's year is divided into six seasons: tender season, evergreen season, hot season, harvest season) The dew of grass leaves wet Punk's boots, but punk doesn't care. He walks briskly with his staff.

Because punk intended to speed up, it only took him half a morning to see the river mentioned in the prediction. It was not so much a river as a very large stream. The whole river was four meters wide at most, and the river was very shallow. However, the river, which had not been damaged by industrial wastewater, was clear to the bottom, and punk could see the pebbles at the bottom through the river. There are no fish in the river. Punk only sees a kind of small fish with thin body and light blue shining small horns swimming in the river. Everything looks elegant and quiet.

But "You have to clean up some little monsters before you have time to enjoy the beautiful scenery"!

Punk looks at a big and abnormal bush by the river. In his perspective eyes, the faint magic light revolves around the pupil!

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