Chapter 48 Forest of Death Rattles
The ice ball braved the cold air and hit the ground with a muffled "boom" sound. On the already uneven road in front of the house, there was another shallow pit covered with frost.
"Don't you know the forbidden laws in the city? Do you have a sense of public morality?!"
An old wizard who was passing by with a bucket was startled by the sudden movement and was about to accuse Ronan with a straight face.
As a result, he felt the mental energy fluctuations of a fifth-level apprentice emanating from Ronan's body. His expression suddenly changed, he quickly closed his mouth and walked away in a hurry.
"Oh, I forgot we're not in the forest now."
Ronan just remembered, stretched out his hand and patted his forehead, and then with a look of annoyance and self-blame, he walked up and dug out a few pieces of crushed ice from the hole made by the ice hockey technique, wiped his face and washed himself.
The main reason is that I was too lazy when I lived in the tree house area before. To use water, I just used the ice hockey technique. There is no need to carry a bucket to the water point and queue up to receive water
Ronan chewed ice cubes in his mouth, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth. While sighing secretly that living in the city was really troublesome, he thought about what he had gained last night.
Of the three storage waist bags, he had already worn out nearly a third of one.
If we continue at this pace, we will be able to open it smoothly the day after tomorrow at the latest.
This storage waist bag, which is progressing well, was obtained when the three old Wells were rescued for the first time.
The original owner was the weakest among the three black robes killed by Ronan, and it only took one energy missile from him to kill him.
It is precisely because the original owner is the weakest, the storage waist bag left behind is the lowest level, and the mental power mark left on the waist bag is the weakest, so it is best to crack it.
Ronan is thinking As he stood, he suddenly saw a small figure walking towards him.
The bleary-eyed Cheryl seemed to have just been pulled out of bed, her hair was messy, she was rubbing her eyes and yawning, while muttering to Ronan: "Sir Luo Ronan, Sister Winnie called you over for breakfast."
Ronan perked up after hearing this. He had just moved to a house with nothing, and was worried about how to prepare breakfast.
"knew."
Ronan immediately spit out the ice in his mouth and strode towards the residence of Venetia and others.
When passing by Cheryl, who had a droopy head and yawned fiercely, he quietly put the hand that had just touched the ice cube on the back of her neck.
Looking at the next second, she lost all sleepiness and screamed. With Cheryl running out loudly, Ronan bathed in the morning light and felt comfortable.
“It’s another new and beautiful day.”
Everyone enjoyed breakfast together. Mrs. Jolin and Venetia made delicious egg pancakes and cream of mushroom soup.
After Ronan finished his breakfast, he quietly left a sum of magic stones as food expenses for the future, and then went back into his house.
Three days later.
Ronan's cabin.
With a crisp sound in his mind, like a lock being opened, the mouth of the black waist bag in Ronan's hand quietly opened.
Ronan's face also showed a deep look of joy.
"It's done."
Without being in a hurry to check immediately, Ronan washed his face with cold water first to relieve the fatigue of three days of near sleeplessness.
Then he carefully closed the curtains, and under the dim light of the oil lamp, he picked up the waist bag again.
The spiritual power slowly seeped in, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in my heart.
Ronan "saw" a black space about one cubic meter in size appeared in front of him, which was filled with all kinds of things.
He took everything out of the storage bag one by one.
After a while, Ronan roughly divided the contents of the storage bag into three piles and placed them in front of him.
A pile of worthless daily necessities, such as dirty clothes, smelly socks, uneaten food, clean water, nail clippers, and a silver ear pick. Well, this black robe seems to be quite particular about personal hygiene.
A pile is something of value. These include: three intermediate magic stones, forty-two low-level magic stones, a bone magic ring, a black badge, several wizard books, and several bottles of magic potions whose specific effects cannot be determined.
When his eyes fell on this pile of things, Ronan's heart trembled slightly.
Get rich!
Although before opening the storage bag, I had imagined many times in my mind how much wealth I could get from it, when the reality actually happened as I expected, I still couldn't help but be excited.
This is the first time Ronan has an intermediate magic stone.
It is slightly larger than the low-level magic stone. It is also black, but deeper. The energy particles deposited in it are far more than the low-level magic stone, just like a gem of better quality.
"Three intermediate-level magic stones and forty-two low-level magic stones. No matter how much the price of potions that directly enhance mental power soars, you can still afford them."
Ronan put the three intermediate magic stones together under the oil lamp and looked at them again, and then carefully put them away.
The rest of the magic ring was an intermediate one, and it was only enchanted with a rune that Ronan didn't recognize. In addition, Ronan could vaguely feel that there seemed to be a group of negative energy particles entrenched in the ring.
This seems a bit incredible for a magical tool that has not yet been activated.
Ronan touched the ring curiously and doubtfully, and the next moment... "Valenzuna! You bitch!"
A woman in a long dress with a pale face and a translucent figure suddenly screamed and rushed out of the ring. Ronan was so frightened that he trembled and the hair on his body stood up.
The dark wind whipped up out of thin air in the room blew out the oil lamp, and the woman in the long skirt hit the wall and disappeared.
A few seconds later, a woman's scream and the sound of banging things were heard from the next door house.
Ronan quickly activated the magic ring, and the enchanted runes on the ring were activated, and an inexplicable suction force came out.
A moment later, the ghost-like woman in the white dress emerged from the wall again, as if being dragged by something, and was sucked into the ring again. Before she disappeared, she kept cursing "Valenzuna" in her mouth. The name seems to have a blood feud with the owner of the name.
"Ghost?!"
Ronan lit the oil lamp again, feeling shocked and shocked.
Ghosts are actually a combination of souls and energy particles that remain after death. They usually do not have a lot of wisdom and are only supported by an obsession.
Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary intermediate magic weapon ring actually harbors a ghost!
Ronan subconsciously picked up the black badge next to the ring and looked at it carefully.
This kind of badge generally represents the origin of the original owner.
I saw a black forest engraved on one side of the badge, and every tree in the forest seemed like twisted limbs and bones. Countless growing bones worshiped the blood moon above.
On the other side, Ronan read out the mysterious and strange small characters.
"The Forest of Deathrattles!"
No wonder.
Ronan understood immediately.
Thinking about it carefully, the three black robes he encountered were indeed using undead spells.
"It turns out that the dark witch force that invaded Hoddam is called the Forest of Deathrattles..."
Ronan didn't dare to touch the ring anymore, lest the unlucky wizard next door who had just been frightened call the college's law enforcement team, so he simply put away his things and prepared to leave the city.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a figure walking out from next door carrying large and small bags.
Seeing that he was in a hurry and running in a hurry, he was running out of the city without looking back. It seemed that he was planning to run away on the spot.
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(End of chapter)