Chapter 377: Chapter 183: The Thunder and Fla Hamr! The Truth about the Magic Box! Dudor the Third Seeks Recognition – Part 3
“Boom!”
Ronan dispersed his spiritual power, compressing the air and instantly scattering the released gases, a gust of wind swept through, cleansing the air of any odor in an instant.
Having done this, he looked again at the Magic Box, which was now empty. It seed that the box had contained only that burst of nauseating, foul gas.
Ronan’s expression remained calm as he casually tossed a golden gear and several pieces of tal to Dudor the Third, feeling neither disappointed nor not disappointed.
Over the past two days with Dudor the Third, he had found seven Magic Boxes, deepening his understanding of the word “surprise” in “Surprise Magic Box.”
Besides the Magic Box that had sealed an unknown stench, he had also found dried dung from unknown creatures, specins of unidentified insect Magic Beasts, and even Magic Boxes that were completely empty.
In comparison, the “Invisibility Potion” found in the first Magic Box turned out to be the most valuable discovery.
Then there were several runes of not particularly high Grade and a low-level Prophetic Magic called [Secret Power Divination].
Ronan spent a day and a half mastering this spell, the effect of which was to condense Free Energy Particles in the air into ambiguous and aningless abstract symbols.
He hadn’t yet felt its use; perhaps it would change when his Proficiency Level increased.
“These Magic Boxes… do they actually differ in Grade?”
Ronan didn’t rush Dudor the Third to continue searching. Instead, he lined up all the opened Magic Boxes in front of him.
He carefully examined the appearance of these Magic Boxes, noticing so subtle differences.
Such as the number of gears, the arrangent of the gears, and even the size of the Magic Boxes…
However, the number of samples was still too few to classify the Grades of the Magic Boxes based on these subtle differences.
Ronan thought for a mont and then engaged in a deep “communication” with Dudor the Third.
“Big ones… try to look as luxurious and exquisite as possible…”
Ronan wasn’t sure if Dudor the Third’s goat-brain would understand his point, and his target for Dudor the Third to seek was just a very subjective and rough judgnt on the Grade of the Magic Boxes.
Having been fed “tal feed” by Ronan for several days, Dudor the Third was quite familiar.
Upon receiving the instruction, it “baa’d” a sound and quickly dashed out.
Ronan exhaled a breath of turbid air, patiently following behind.
It seed that the communication with Dudor the Third had been effective. This ti, Dudor the Third ran for a long ti without any sign of stopping.
The reddish-brown tal fog above the dilapidated city state gradually dispersed, and soon, Ronan saw a colossal structure erging in the distance.
—
It was a tal statue about a thousand ters tall.
The statue depicted a burly Dwarf, formidable in appearance, holding an axe in one hand and a hamr in the other, with a thick beard that hung down over its feet.
The statue appeared to be entirely cast from gold, its luster dimd by ti, yet it still looked impressive and visually striking.
Ronan stared fixedly at this statue, to the extent that he forgot to track Dudor the Third’s whereabouts.
He decided to ignore searching for him, assuming that the creature would return once it found another Magic Box.
Ronan’s gaze shifted down to the huge tal square beneath the statue, where many tal Square Stele Towers stood…
He had wandered with Dudor the Third in the chanical Heart’s abandoned city for two days. The chanical Heart was indeed vast, but now it seed he was nearing the true heart of this magnificent city-state.
Nurous tal Elent Lives road this area, gathering under the pervasive reddish-brown dense clouds.
Having spent a few days here, Ronan had also figured out the habits of these tal Elent Lives. Generally, they road a limited area and as long as he didn’t intrude into their “Domain,” they wouldn’t attack.
Overall, the danger level of the chanical Heart Ruins was not very high. Up until now, the headless tal Puppet wielding a hamr was perhaps the most “dangerous” adversary he had encountered.
Ronan’s eyes glead slightly, and the several tal Magic Puppets summoned by the [Mirror Soul] spell dispersed all around.
He, clad in [Living Steel] armor, utilized the effect of [Space Silvering], and moved forward swiftly towards the direction of the Golden Dwarf statue and square.
In the past two days, besides a few Surprise Magic Boxes, Ronan’s greatest gain was a large amount of rare tal diums.
For a tal Elent Wizard, the chanical Heart was a treasure trove of resources everywhere, with too much tal forging material left by Dwarfs.
Though most of it had been corroded by ti, even Dudor the Third scorned to nibble at it, with so effort, it was still possible to extract so decent Grade alloys and tals from those rusted scrap materials.
Ronan had collected a lot, and picked so to mix into his originally used Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel and Neiman Alloy, which directly increased the size of the activated tal Knight Armor to nearly three ters tall, making it more imposing and remarkable. The style blended rather well with the surrounding environnt.
In fact, Ronan had already felt that the Grades of Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel and Neiman Alloy tal diums were sowhat not eting his current battle requirents.
With his promotion to Level 3 Wizard imminent, an upgrade of tal Magic diums was essential, both in terms of quality and quantity.
Reviews
All reviews (0)