Chapter 591 Colorful Flowers

"Two hundred years ago, Sark Island was a place of pirates. Murlocs and Nagas from other areas occupied this place and constantly harassed the Mermaid Principality of Halifax."

"Under the guidance of the goddess of life, the Illus tribe came to the La Romana Islands. With the help of the mermaid, they wiped out the pirates here and then settled down and thrived here."

"In exchange, our tribe needs to be responsible for monitoring the Warsha Ocean Principality nearby. When the Halifax Mermaid Principality conflicts with the other party, we need to send some tribesmen to participate in the war."

"Of course, all of this is inseparable from the goddess of life's care for the Ilrus tribe, allowing us to survive under the sun."

After hearing this, Weilin nodded slightly.

The La Romana Islands are deep in the sea, extremely far away from the land. According to Verin's understanding, except for the Pirate Principality of Wollaston, which is a human country, the other ten principalities were all established by deep-sea races.

Even so, the number of humans in the Wollaston Pirate Principality is less than two million, less than 20% of the total population, and most of the rest are fishmen, naga and other ferocious deep-sea races.

Two hours later, the two sides ended this pleasant exchange.

"Lord Verin, I hope you can come to Illrus City to visit before leaving Sark Island."

"Clan Chief Clarissa, thank you for your invitation. I will go back." Verin accepted the invitation and continued, "This is the first time in my life, and it may be the last time I come to La Romana Islands. I hope this trip will be unexpected. No regrets."

"Then it's settled, I'll wait for you in Illus City."

After parting ways with Clarissa, the three of Verin stayed in the town of Augsburg for three days before leaving the town to search for the treasure left by the legendary mage.

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There is a deep and quiet valley in the middle of Sark Island. Weilin stood on the top of a towering tree and looked down. He saw dense and creepy venomous snakes and insects and ants scattered among them. He couldn't help but feel a strong feeling in his heart. feelings of disgust and rejection.

Odor stood quietly next to Weilin, holding the map in his left hand and rubbing his chin with his right hand from time to time. He murmured to himself suspiciously: "The direction indicated in his diary is right here. Why is there no lake here?" ”

"Uncle, it may be the battle between strong men that caused the landform to change, and the original lake disappeared without a trace." Weilin reminded softly from the side.

Upon seeing this, Odor shook his head and said: "According to my observation, this place is naturally formed, not caused by the aftermath of the battle caused by other people's battles."

"In this case, there is only one truth, and what we see is an illusion."

"Illusion, Lord Odor, this is unlikely..."

After hearing this, Kyle carefully examined the surrounding environment again, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Odor didn't say much. He put away the map in his hand, took out his staff, touched the tree trunk lightly, and whispered a spell: "[Boundless Boundary]."

As the mantra sounded, a strange power instantly spread...

In the valley, the densely packed snakes, insects and poisonous ants were instantly wiped out. Many animals turned into phantoms in the blink of an eye and gradually dissipated in mid-air.

At that moment, the borders on all sides suddenly shone with dazzling enchantment light, stretching across the front like an indestructible shield, successfully resisting the powerful spell cast by Odor.

Weilin was shocked and hurriedly lowered his head to check his feet, only to find that the thick tree trunk he was standing on had quietly turned into a huge stone at some point.

He raised his head and looked far into the distance, only to see a peaceful lake in the center of the valley, but there was no life in the lake at all.

Kyle stared around quietly, feeling a sense of horror in his heart. Before Odor cast the spell, he sensed the surrounding environment many times, but did not notice anything unusual.

"It seems that my current strength still has some shortcomings." Kyle thought to himself.

There was only a crisp "crackling" sound, and the energy in the illusion was finally exhausted. With a loud noise, the illusion that enveloped the entire valley suddenly collapsed and disintegrated.

This extremely evil place has now become a fairyland.

A large number of flowers are scattered around the lake, but there are no insects on the flowers, which makes everything seem a bit inconsistent.

Odor took back his staff, flew forward, landed by the lake, and picked a purple flower: "The thousand-year-old Symphony Flower is so advantageous to us."

Weilin came to Odor's side, heard the words Symphony Flower, and related information appeared in his mind.

Symphony flowers are the main material for making magical potions.

After taking the phantom potion, the soul can strengthen its resistance to mental illusions. It is a dream potion for warrior professionals.

A bottle of magical potion made from fifty-year-old magical flowers is worth five intermediate magic crystals, or 25,000 gold coins, on the Ilia Kingdom trading market.

If a thousand-year-old Symphony flower is used to prepare a magic potion, Weilin silently estimated in his mind that the value of ten high-grade magic crystals should not be excessive. Even more harshly, thirty high-grade magic crystals are not impossible.

Thinking of this, Weilin subconsciously looked around and said to himself: "There are at least tens of thousands of colorful flowers here, and there are also thousands of purple colorful flowers..."

"Uncle, there are no other treasure hiding places written in that diary."

Odor moved his eyes away from the purple phantom flower, looked at the expectant Weilin, and said angrily: "No, from his diary, it was revealed that this location was caused by the negligence of the legendary mage. ”

"You have to know that except for the ability to record spells and cultivation methods in words, a mage cannot use words to record other things. This is the most basic quality of a mage."

Weilin felt that his uncle was right, no serious person would write such things in his diary.

"Uncle, let's take away all the colorful flowers. Will the legendary mage come to take revenge on us?"

Hearing this, Kyle stopped what he was doing and looked at Odor with a worried expression.

"No." Odor said very confidently, "That diary has gone through six thousand years. If the other person is still alive, he may have gone to the star realm. Of course, I am more inclined to believe that he has died."

Thinking along his uncle's train of thought, Weilin suddenly realized that if the other party is still alive and has not come here to pick the Symphony Flowers, there are only two reasons. One is that the other party has forgotten this place, and the other may be that the other party has left this world. .

Thinking of this, Weilin had no scruples in his heart.

"Kyle, go cut down some trees."

Kyle nodded in response and went to the surrounding dense forest to cut suitable wood.

Odor turned to look at the expectant eyes of his eldest nephew, and said: "Weilin, open your demiplane, and then go and wait nearby."

"That's it?" Weilin sounded regretful.