Netheril Glory Chapter 172: Powerful magic box

After taking out the magic box of Heitzi Tower, Punk immediately activated "Hetzitar's Soul Cultivation Fluctuation" without hesitation.

　　With a whisper of the magic box, a light blue aura centered on the magic box slowly extended, and the Punk closest to the magic box naturally shrouded in the aperture for the first time.

　　Legendary magic is worthy of legendary magic, and its effectiveness is definitely not comparable to formal magic or even master magic. Just after the light blue aura touched the body, Punk clearly felt A refreshing energy penetrated his mind and even the whole soul.

　　 The head dizziness that was originally dizzy due to the side effect of "high-level concentration potions" became sober, and the buzzing auditory sounds that filled the ears disappeared without a trace. At this time, Punk only felt that his brain It seems to be soaked in the cool spring water, and the operation of mental power and magic power is usually smooth and unimpeded.

　　Punk didn’t waste the magic effect this time. He quickly calmed down, sinking all his mind into his soul, and immediately turned his mind to the Master meditation method.

　　I have to say that the process of running the meditation method under the influence of the "soul retention wave" is extremely easy. Punk even has an illusion. At this moment, the magic seems to no longer be dependent on conscious control. Every drop of magic It seems that it has become blood and can generally flow on its own. The efficiency of meditation has been improved more than ten times in one breath. The high efficiency of meditation has amazed Punk.

　　 "Sure enough, "Hetzita's Soul Cultivation Fluctuation" is the biggest gain, with a meditation efficiency ten times that of others, even if it is only three hours a day, plus the blood of my half-elder elves With the longevity bonus, it can be said that the promotion to the master level is a matter of course.

　　Punk shook his fist excitedly. Now with the help of this legendary equipment, it is only a matter of time before he wants to advance to the master level. Even the legendary realm is not whimsical. How can such a huge surprise make Punk not Excited.

　　meditation's time is so fast, he hardly realizes the passage of time, and the one-hour magic effective time has passed.

　　Punk reluctantly withdrew from the meditation state. At this moment, he can obviously feel that his soul has been greatly improved, and the side effects of "high-level concentration potions" are completely disappeared.

　　 Punk smiled and picked up the magic box of Haite Zita carefully. The small wooden box is still ordinary. It looks not only not gorgeous, but also a little dirty.

　　If you haven’t tried it yourself, who would have thought that this gray-looking wooden box has such a powerful function?

　　"Since the effect of "Hetzita's soul retention fluctuations" is greatly unexpected, then the use of "high-level concentration potions" exercise does not need to take too much into account, maybe for others, continuous consumption of "high The side effects caused by the "level focus potions" will greatly hurt the soul and even cause irreparable serious injuries, but for me who owns the Haite Zita magic box, the worry of using potions is completely non-existent."

　　Punk thought excitedly.

　　He carefully put the magic box of Heitzi Tower close to him, and secretly began to plan his next move in his heart.

　　 "Since the side effects of "High-level Focused potions" have been solved by curve, then the next step is to develop steadily, continue to cultivate the resentment moth to refine potions and practice super magic skills-magic compression is within the next ten years The main melody is".

　　Punk quickly formulated the next plan. After all, as a low-key mage, improving his strength is the first priority of Punk now. If he follows this plan, his own professional level of mage It must be at least thirteenth level, but now in order to get the magic box of Heitzita, he had to tear his face with the good camp at the twelfth level.

　　 "But fortunately, my professional level has now reached the twelfth level, and it is not far from the thirteenth level, so set a small goal first and improve Level-1 within five years!"

　　Punk said lightly to himself, and then summoned a negative energy wandering in the air of the wreckage of the experimental body No.1 that burned the ground cleanly.

　　 He turned and walked to the cell of the experimental body in the basement, where there are still more than a dozen sleepy experimental materials. Punk will arrange a "cute" little shadow for these "hosts" in the next month maggot.

　　 Of course, apart from Punk himself, neither the maggot nor the experimental body will have any expectations.

　　————————The dividing line——————

　　Professionals are long-lived creatures, especially for high-level professionals. Too much life can even make people who are not firm enough into crazy.

　　However, when you adapt to this long life process, your perception of time will be very different from that of ordinary people.

　　Especially for the master who is addicted to research, five or even ten years is not a long time.

　　 Five years have passed since the destruction of Dorez City. Although Punk’s reward order is still high on the list of rewards in the Kingdom of Dylan, except for those believers who don’t know how to tire and give up, what’s more In addition, the official side of the Dylan Kingdom has no hope of finding this "terrorist".

　　Most people speculate that the terrible mage called Punk fled the Kingdom of Dylan as early as the day of the destruction of the city of Dorothy, and some believe that he is hiding deep in the lush forest to study the terrible plague, Planning to come back and destroy Dylan Kingdom in the future.

　　 But I am afraid no one will doubt a ruined slum in the sunset city, including this slum

The residents are included.

　　In an old bar next to the dump, a group of tattered homeless people bragging braggingly about a few large glasses of "water mixed with ale", they are typical homeless people, begging for some copper coins during the day At night, in this bar where even the stools are made of stones, they brag and fart.

　　 is now in the cold winter~IndoMTL.com~ The "ale" in the homeless man's glass has a layer of ice residue floating, and they are constantly wrapped tightly in a cotton coat pieced together with ragged burlap, and the teeth tremble with the cold.

　　But even in cold weather, they can’t dispel their bragging interest. After all, these cowhides may already be the only entertainment in the life of homeless people.

　　 "Hey, old John, do you know that the boss of the iron bucket on the east side of Garbage Hill has received a "head"? I'll be honest with you, that guy is actually my distant nephew. I can't use it for a few days, wait for that The kid settled down and Laozi developed."

　　 A middle-aged man rubbing his palms with a "love or unbelief" expression shouted to the few homeless people next to him. Those who don't know would think he was telling the truth.

　　 "Don’t tease Jack, you said last month that a baron who died in the city was your uncle, what is your legacy now, and your title?"

　　 "Don't make trouble, this time it's true, then don't envy you when I follow the iron barrel boss."

　　 The middle-aged man named Jack has a blushing neck and refutes the ridicule of others.

　　 But the homeless people had no patience to listen to this **** guy talking nonsense. They looked at the darkening night and began to discuss other topics. Bragging Jack was left aside.

　　Hobos turned their attention to an old hobo who was the oldest. At this time, the old man with some unconsciousness was wide eyes and asked to everyone:

　　 "Have you heard of the Black Banshee"?