This is a somewhat sparse jungle, with moss-covered trees, and vines climbing on top of the trunks. The bright sunlight shines on the surface of the tender green moss through the gaps of the leaves, forming bright spots of irregular shapes.

A breeze blew, the trees rustled, and crystal clear dew fell on the yellow-brown ground. Several frightened insects flew out of the thick grass with leaves, and their colorful wings passed by gorgeous light and shadows in the sun.

This is a peaceful jungle, with silence soaked in the wind and elegance revealing in the dance. Every flying insect seems to be an integral part of this jungle, and every leaf seems to be an indispensable girl's skirt in this secret realm.

This is a quiet morning, with no noise from insects or frogs... But it will be more quiet next, hundreds of times quieter than now!

Behind the curtain made of vines, a white finger gently lifted up, and then gently stroked it as if nothing had happened!

At least hundreds of vines, which are as thick as thick as iron chains, were all cut off in an instant. The green vines fell to the ground with the leaves cut in half, and the figures were also revealed.

This is a boy who looks only fifteen or sixteen years old. He is wearing a black-bottomed robe with black red stripes, and a long-handled staff with emerald green as if he is about to come back to life. The face under the hood is covered with shadows and cannot be seen clearly, but only a pair of eyes flashing with azure blue light exudes a straight-eyed gaze.

The moment he appeared, the sound of wind in the entire dense forest seemed to disappear instantly, and even the leaves had to fall carefully. The flying beetles were frozen in the air, and all living beings crawled on the ground and didn't dare to move. Even the most restless bamboo rat was trying to suppress the trembling of the body under the cover of the grass leaves.

At this moment, even if there is no wisdom, no matter how wild and difficult it is to train, it knows that there is a terrible creature that is absolutely invincible and cannot be defeated or even escaped!

There is no doubt that this "coming terrible creature" is punk!

The punk moves lightly across the rattan, walking slowly in the uneven woodland like walking on flat ground, looking like a rich young man wandering in the city, completely judging by this vast dense forest as nothing.

"The projection said it would send me to a location located in the center of the Feren plane, and I don't know if this guy is reliable."

Punk thought for a little while, and kicked away a mossy stone. He didn't even need spells and used his mental power to catch a bamboo rat hiding next to the stone.

"According to the information of the prophetic spell, the forest alone is a province away from the nearest city. Is it so wide and sparsely populated in the middle of the Feren plane?"

Punk muttered to himself, holding a bamboo rat the size of a palm.

He is now a level 16 master-level spell caster without any moisture. There will be no problem with distance as long as it is not too outrageous. However, Punk has just come out of the ruins of Netherell's civilization and has not mastered enough master-level spells yet, so Punk really wants to find a place to study the spells carefully and see if he can join a spellcaster organization.

That’s right, join a spellcaster organization, or... join a legendary organization with legendary strong men in charge!

Punk cleaned up the bamboo rat in his hand, and then he pinched the mouse's ears with shiny fur. Seeing the little guy shaking and opening his vibrating mode, Punk couldn't help but smile.

Since leaving the ruins of Netherell, Punk has been thinking about how to go next. He now has the strength of a master and the lifelong knowledge of a great master, but the power of the former still belongs to the category of "antits", while the latter's massive knowledge requires massive resources to be used.

In Vederrasha's memory, Punk knew how great help a mage who joined the caster organization could get before the legend, at least many resources could be obtained through trading peace, and a lot of knowledge could be improved through communication.

You should know that Punk's previous solo mode was actually very low-efficiency. For example, he had the ability to refine alchemy potions and could refine a large number of valuable potions, but Punk could not find a buyer, and he could only use the potions he refined.

For example, when Punk needs materials, he can only find them by himself, but his scope of activities is very limited. He can't go to the shadow world for half a year for a pearl of shadow grass, even if this kind of shadow grass is everywhere in the shadow world.

So Punk had to give up many alchemy potions that he could refine to find the materials, even if the help those potions could provide was very considerable.

If you join a spellcaster organization, especially those legendary organizations with a wide range of power, then everything will be different. Punk can use potions to exchange the required materials directly from the organization, and you will no longer have to be helpless about materials that are not very precious but are only produced in specific areas.

Punk understands that at least before reaching the legend, having its own half-plane, and having its own legendary organization, the resource collection ability of a spellcaster organization is incomparable to a single spellcaster.

This is also something that Punk has no choice. The great olympian Vadrasha is very good at alchemy potions. In his memory, many precious formulas are of great use to punk, but the materials required for these formulas are really complicated and numerous. If Punk runs around and finds to collect them... then he has to run for at least two or three hundred years for a ingredient. After all, the Ferren plane is too big.

There is no doubt that even for a long-lived master mage, wasting a lot of time on the road is unacceptable.

Punk held the tip of the bamboo rat's nose and lifted the little thing in the air. He looked at the little bamboo rat's hands and feet slow because his limbs were off the ground and could not breathe, and his hands were chaotic and his feet were chaotic.

"Oh, the power of a master-level spell caster can only control a kingdom. Those legendary monsters will not allow "ants" that even a legend cannot reach to spread the power throughout the Feren plane. All forces without legendary power are just pigs raised by legendary powers. After all, they are just pigs raised by legendary powers. After being fattened, they are slaughtered is the only ending... But on the journey towards the legendary road, they must have the help of a force, so the master-level powers can only choose to join the command of a legendary organization..."

Punk looked at the futile struggle of the bamboo rat and his eyes became colder. He grabbed the bamboo rat in his hands, and said quietly while listening to the rat's cry of pain:

"These are probably all deliberately arranged by legendary powerful people. They will squeeze out those ignorant people who set up their own businesses and let those ambitious geniuses "voluntarily" join their troops... It's easy to plot and plan, but even if they know these things, they have no choice... As expected, if not, the legend will be an ant after all."
Chapter completed!