At this moment, Cecil on the side couldn't help but asked curiously.
"This unknown ore was obtained from the Baron's corpse. I don't know what it is. The detection light tells me that it is very valuable. Woody, do you know it?"
After the previous conversation, Cecil was already mentally prepared for Woody's erudition, so when she saw him carefully studying the ore that she couldn't analyze, she wasn't too surprised and asked questions between words.
It is more about curiosity to fill the inner thirst for knowledge. This is a common problem for spell casters.
"This is a soul crystal from the Nine Hells. It is produced in Avernus, Dis, Minauros and other places. It is also considered a unique mineral near the Styx River."
When Woody answered, his eyes were all focused on the good-quality soul crystal. His tone was not too impatient, but he introduced her to the origin of the soul crystal in a very organized manner.
This type of ore is related to the "River Styx", the destination of all the dead and souls. This river of death and end can be seen in various planes, and the nine hells are no exception. The Styx River runs through this representative order.
The plane of the evil camp also sends countless souls that are not accepted by the Kingdom of God to this plane.
Near the Avernus Styx dock to this day, you can see tens of thousands of spiked demons adhering to the duties of "fishermen", riding white bone boats paved with bones, floating in the middle of the Styx, and then using
Bone harpoons full of barbs, or fishing nets are thrown into the turbid River Styx, day and night.
In this way, countless translucent souls were caught one by one by the devil in the sound of wailing, ending their wandering career and turning into the most effective soul chips that can be used in abyss and hell. These have not entered the Kingdom of God, and have not entered the Kingdom of God.
Even if the souls left in the underworld are not caught by the devil, their final destination will be in the fast-flowing river filled with the smell of death and become the nourishment of this river. The soul crystal is the source of the souls that turn into nutrients.
Finally, the product that is born after decomposition is simply the body left behind after the cicada fades away.
Later generations can easily process it into the best medium for trapping souls. Of course, it is also the most suitable environment for souls to live in. The production of the Lich's phylactery requires a large amount of soul crystals to serve as the phylactery.
The core of the ontology...
"Soul!"
After hearing this, Cecil had a look of enlightenment on his face. He secretly thought that no wonder he felt a chill when he touched it. It should be the negative energy erosion mentioned by the teacher.
"What did I think it was? By the way, can you use it?"
Cecil continued to ask.
"Well, it's very useful to me!"
Woody did not hide his need for this soul crystal. At least he was willing to pay something for this crystal, because it could really save his time, and if the ritual could really succeed, he would have a
An "experience baby" anytime, anywhere.
That's right, the largest and most widely spread use of soul crystals is to imprison souls. From ordinary mortals to high gods, all living beings are equal in the face of death.
Woody's plan is to use a ritual to transfer the divinity of the spider goddess combined with the natural shrine into the soul crystal. This will not only re-liberate the natural shrine, but also completely fix the goddess's divinity in the soul crystal.
Among the stones, there will never be any future troubles.
If he is strong enough in the future and can find a way to obliterate this divinity, then the soul crystal imprisoning him will be instantly converted into an experience gem.
It doesn't need to be too high. After he advances to become the Disaster Blade, he should be able to deal with this sudden spider divinity.
"That's good!"
A smile suddenly appeared on Cecil's face, as if he was sincerely happy that this soul crystal could help him.
"Just think of these gold coins as compensation. This should be the most valuable thing in it."
Woody didn't want to take advantage of anyone, he just took as much as he did. Cecil's loss to the caravan tonight was not small. He got enough. Such a large piece of soul gem was with the plane merchant.
The price sold to the outside world has always been above 5,000 gold coins. The quality is still poor. Like the Woody one, which is blood red, it is considered to be the top quality among the fine products. It is a high-quality choice and requires a lot of premium.
Cecil nodded without rejecting, or it could be said that neither of them took the money seriously, not to mention that they had not had the habit of being polite to each other since they were born, so the conversation was extremely fast.
When Woody walked out of the baron's manor with the soul crystal, the noise outside seemed to be a lot higher due to the town guards leaving the manor in front of him. This time, almost everyone who participated in the night guard battle got a share of the profit.
It's a lot of money, worth two or three years' income in previous years.
Although many people died tonight, only the living can speak.
…
"What's going on?"
When Woody was walking back to the carriage camp, he saw a group of people gathered in the middle of the square, and children were playing around. The demon hunter's extraordinary vision and memory allowed him to discover that at this time in the town, there was actually
There were a few more outsider faces, and he randomly asked a town resident who had just returned from the square.
After receiving a silver coin spinning in the air thrown by Woody, this honest-looking town resident's eyes immediately lit up. First, he tightly closed the silver coin, as if loosening a small gap would allow it to slip away.
, and then bowed and said hello with a smile on his face.
"This sir is a group of small caravans from out of town. They seem to have been attacked by monsters and came here to seek shelter."
Woody glanced briefly and found that there were several carriages loaded with goods parked around the square. The blood stains on the oilcloth had not even had time to be wiped off, and they had obviously experienced a battle.
The sudden appearance of the people aroused Woody's curiosity. He followed him and squeezed in to check. He found that they were selling some daily necessities for the residents. The merchant was a short male halfling with hairy hands and feet. He spoke smartly.
And please be careful.
While telling the story of what happened during the battle, which was full of dangers, he was selling daily necessities and some logging tools that he purchased from other places, as well as hunting, maintenance and other equipment, plus his other scattered goods,
Not particularly targeted.
Obviously, unlike the purposeful Nudong Merchant Group, this is a merchant carriage that specifically shuttles between city-states and small towns. It is similar to wandering merchants. It has no general goal and just goes wherever it goes.
Behind the halfling is a human warrior who is resting with a sword in his arms. On his arms and under the leather armor on his chest, you can vaguely see bleeding white gauze. Injuries are normal in adventures, let alone what happened just now.
Such a cruel battle only made Woody slightly concerned that the person in front of him had a brave aura, more like a soldier than a guard.
There are several other guards who are sitting on the other side of the fountain in the square to rest. They also have injuries on their bodies. The aura exuding from them is also solemn and majestic. They are not as lazy as ordinary adventurers at all. However, it is worth mentioning that
, their eyes were looking at one of them intentionally or unintentionally. Woody followed his eyes and found that in addition to these guards, this business team also had a teammate, a young figure who was walking through the crowd, holding a harp.
The bard has a beautiful face, and it is difficult to distinguish between male and female, but judging from her voice, she is a female. Her ears are slightly pointed, and she is obviously a half-elf. Her attire is just like the most ordinary adventurer, complete with robes and shawls.
She seemed to be collecting something, but the musical instrument harp she was holding reminded Woody of the huge organization that spanned the entire Terra in his previous life, the Harper Alliance.
Almost all the traveling good bards are his eyes and ears. This organization is dedicated to enforcing justice and fighting evil, especially against evil churches or organizations that try to subvert the political power of various kingdoms in Terra. Of course, the members of the organization are not complete.
They are bards, rangers and scouts, as well as some priests and paladins from the Temple of the Good God.
As she got closer, Woody heard clearly what she was asking.
"May I ask what the demon figure you saw looks like?"
"Did anyone else show up at that time?"
"Oh? There are two giant dragons and how many humans are there? What color are the giant dragons? Can you still see clearly what color clothes they are wearing? Did you hear anything else they said?"
"Can't you hear me clearly? It's okay, thank you."
…
The simple conversation allowed Woody to immediately understand what the bard was doing.
Accumulate materials!
It is commonly known as looking for inspiration and going out to collect materials.
Many bards have the attributes of novel writers. They like to weave what they see and hear into stories or poems one after another, and then spread them out. Many of Ashenlant's famous heroic epic stories are based on this.
came, but this time Woody bumped into him.
It was very ordinary, with just a slightly strange configuration of the adventure team. Woody observed it again and planned to leave. After all, he had visited all the halfling stalls and found nothing he wanted.
However, before he had even left two steps, a gentle call came from behind him.
"Sir, sorry to bother you, can you wait a moment? I have some questions I want to ask."
"They said you are a member of the Nudong Merchant Group. I would like to take the opportunity to ask."
When Woody heard this voice, he knew without turning around that it was the bard who was asking around. But he didn't know why he was targeted at him. It was probably because of his eyes. He might have been spotted by the local people.
The town residents recognized it.
In response, Woody could only turn around and smile apologetically.
"I don't know much. If you have anything to ask, just ask."
It doesn't matter at all. Woody doesn't mind adding some material to a person. Of course, he still knows what can and cannot be said.
"Thank you, my name is Louise."
"Woody."
After a brief self-introduction, the bard named Louise asked again about the situation at that time.
Woody answered without hesitation.
"It's a gold dragon and a silver dragon. You must have known it from other people."
"Yes, so I want to know more."
"Then this will be a long story..."
Woody took the lead and slowly introduced the various characters on the scene. None of these things could be hidden from those who were interested. What's more, the wider the message was, it would not be harmful to him, but it would intimidate those hiding in the darkness.
During the narration, Woody appropriately added some knowledge about those legends, and also described the power of the Thousand Towers Society and the exquisite craftsmanship of the golem.
"Just like that, everyone including the demon disappeared. In the end, it turned out like this. The monster retreated and everyone was safe."
Woody's ending didn't seem to satisfy the bard. She looked slightly helpless and sighed, because almost everyone was paying attention to the battle at that time, for fear of missing a second, so these words were already spoken by many people.
She got it, but Woody said it in a little detail, but she still wanted to know more details, rather than some basics, so she would only get a story with no associations or highlights.
If possible, she most hopes that there will be some grudges behind this battle.
Instead of appearing suddenly and disappearing suddenly.
The stories of heroes are all the same, but what is truly touching is the sense of immersion. She hopes to gain a lower-level perspective.
However, she also knew that these had nothing to do with the strange traveler in front of her, so she still smiled happily to express her gratitude.
Watching the man's leaving figure, the bard stretched his slightly sore waist, cheered up, and continued to ask the next person.
What happened tonight was the most high-end and magnificent battle she had ever encountered since her adventure. She would never allow her hard-earned trip to fall short.
"It's a pity that Uncle Luge asked me not to inquire near the business group's headquarters. It's not safe. Otherwise, I might be able to learn more."
Louise couldn't help but feel discouraged, but she also knew that her trip had already caused them a lot of trouble. Her father's guards were all injured. If she insisted on going, she would obviously be sorry for them, so Louise still
Limit your inquiries to those around the square.
However, after the next few inquiries, Louise's good luck seemed to come. When she interviewed relevant personnel in the tavern at the time, the situation changed.
And this time, she also heard another story hidden under the legend from other people's mouths.
Soon, the story of the tribe of cannibals approaching, the depravity and struggle of the small town baron, and the role played by the Raging Winter Merchant Group in it all fascinated the bard who had not experienced many adventures.
Ru Zui, and she keenly discovered that the stories told by the townspeople included seeing through the baron's butler, wanting to poison the fungus soup and murdering everyone in the business group, and later being the first to discover the strange shape of the wall in the south of the town, and then flying away
Among the crowd of apes, there is a shadow that stands out.
"Then do you know who his name is?"
The honest blacksmith being interviewed scratched his head and said.
"I don't know either. I vaguely heard them calling him 'Woody.'"
"Woody?"
"Well, that seems to be the name."
After Louise heard the words of the person in front of her, her heart suddenly tightened, because he immediately recalled the dark-haired man who answered his interview with a slight smile just now.
