After Gumbutz finished speaking, he returned to the Moist Bone Forest.
Returning to Shimobone Forest, the airship has still not left.
When Gumbuz came to the tomb of the gods, he found that Yusuf was not with his sister Charlotte, but was hanging in the air, staring at the sky motionless.
Gumbuz's eyes turned golden, only to find that there was nothing above them.
However, Gumbuz knew that there was actually some kind of terror above the tomb of the gods.
This kind of unknown existence cannot be seen by ordinary people. Even if Gumbutz has the Eye of Fantasy, he cannot detect it. He can only vaguely detect something strange through the flow of elements, and it is the kind that can pose a fatal threat to him.
Strange.
Now, Yusuf obviously found out.
Gumbutz rolled his eyes. Perhaps, the wizard's court already knew the secret of the God's Tomb.
After all, the Court of Wizards has been established for at least hundreds of thousands of years, and it is not surprising that Gumbuz has millions of years. For such a long time, the Moist Bone Forest was not established at that time. The Moist Bone Forest can become a tombkeeper. Maybe there are some incidents in history.
Unknown things.
But why would such a tombkeeper organization be dismembered at this time? The White Spire was pushing all this behind the scenes, but it didn't interfere too much. It just let the Cross Obelisk, the House of Worship, and Elfendor unite...
...But the high-ranking necromancer of the Shiggy Bone Forest actually never showed up from the beginning to the end, but allowed everything to happen...
Gumbuz looked back.
If he had not stood up at the critical moment, refined the contract inscription with blood, and rewritten the contract content, the Moist Bone Forest, a wizarding association with a history of tens of thousands of years, would inevitably fall apart and disappear from the wizarding world in a short time.
Gumbuz lowered his head and let his thoughts wander.
A lot of keywords flashed through my mind.
White Spire, Cross Obelisk, Swear to Fight, Emma Parsons, Disaster, Court of Wizards, Tomb of God, Divine Bones, Brahma Bones, Book of Silver Court, Book of Divine Court, Above the Tomb of God...
...
perhaps......
The changes that have taken place in the Moist Bone Forest in the past ten years have long been destined.
The former president of the Shiky Bone Forest refused to resist and vowed to fight back, only sending Nanu, a ring-level wizard...
Everything was expected by the Wizarding Court, the White Spire, and even the entire wizarding world.
Gumballs scratched his head and said...I've disrupted some of the trends in the wizarding world?
Gumball snorted, not to mention whether his wild thoughts were right or not. Even if he was right, he would not have much impact. He was just integrating the wet bone forest that was about to fall apart, and had no impact on the Swearing War.
He looked up again and saw that the head of the divine court was still staring at the sky, so he ignored him.
The tomb of the gods is now shared. Anyone who loves it can come, as long as they don't disturb him.
As for the sacred bones, after all, he has a share of the wet bone forest, so whoever digs them is not digging them.
Shortly after Gumbuz left, Charlotte came out of the tomb of the god.
"Are they stable?"
Yousuf came down from the sky and shook his head, "It's very unstable. You have to move faster."
"How long?" Charlotte looked tense.
"It won't take long." Yusuf's eyes stayed on Charlotte, "Don't delay any longer, you must awaken again within five years."
Charlotte's face darkened, "It's too urgent."
"I know you can do it, but your ambition shouldn't be too big." After Yusuf finished speaking, he turned into a blazing fireball, trailing thick tail flames in the sky.
Soon, the black airship of the Wizarding Court disappeared from the horizon.
...
Ten days later.
Gumbuz meets Granbell again.
"I can sell you the filter pot, but I want a hundred bottles of the Holy Spirit potion, five sacred witchcraft tools, and... within a year, you can collect at least seven kinds of dragon blood for me. Of course.
, if you have a complete sacred pattern meditation method, I can give it to you directly."
Gumbuz's words made Granbell's face turn pale.
Gumbuz calmly waited for her to make a decision.
As early as the day he received the "Holy Spirit Potion", Gumbutz took the potion, and the effect was truly astonishing.
His mental power increased from 1.32 to 1.35 in the next five days. This effect was stronger than the ten bottles of mental potions he had taken before.
The key is that the Holy Spirit Potion is a rare magical potion that can be taken repeatedly without causing the body to develop drug resistance.
The material is a mystery, the formula is a mystery, only the Wizard's Court controls the "Holy Spirit Potion", and only the Wizard's Court can make it.
If each bottle can increase the spirit by 0.3, Gumbutz's spirit can break through the '2' level by just taking twenty more bottles.
As for the Holy Spirit Potion, Gumbutz is determined to get it. Even if he does nothing, twenty years later he will be able to receive twenty bottles of Holy Spirit Potion as a wizard in the court.
But twenty years is too long...
If these twenty years are shortened to two years, Gumbutz, who became the wizard of the underworld, will definitely experience a leap in strength. In the remaining eighteen years, he can obtain huge benefits from the practice room.
"Yousuf is right, you are really a greedy guy."
Granber sneered, "At most thirty bottles of Holy Spirit Potion, a sacred witchcraft weapon, and dragon's blood, I can satisfy all of these. One hundred bottles, hahaha... You don't think that the Holy Spirit Potion on my body can be collected
Is that enough for fifty bottles?”
Gumbutz replied expressionlessly: "The Holy Spirit Potion is not enough, you can use the Holy Pattern Meditation Technique to replace it, and I accept the same. You, a second-level wizard who has lived for hundreds of years, cannot even have the complete Holy Pattern Meditation Technique.
Bar."
"Impossible." Granber refused flatly, "The sacred pattern meditation method is a Brahma bone thing. Unless you join the Brahma bone, I can't give it to you even if I want to."
"Vatican Bones? Forget it." If I add the Brahma Bones, I might as well directly join the White Spire - Gumbuz thought with disdain.
The two were in a stalemate for a while.
Suddenly, a dark blue filter pot appeared in Gumbutz's hand, "Whether it's possible or not, I think you'd better make a decision after seeing the efficacy of this treasure of mine."
Dim golden light patterns emerged, purifying and purifying the blood poured into the mouth of the pot. The process lasted for more than half an hour, until the entire jar of blood was concentrated into a pure solid.
Granber's face was calm at first, but as he watched, he gradually lost his strength, and the longing in his eyes was completely undisguised.
Gumbutz looked at it calmly. He knew very well that no bloodline wizard could refuse the [Filter Pot]. For a bloodline wizard, this thing was a unique artifact.
No matter how expensive it is, we will try our best to get it.
"I..." Granbell was really confused. She really couldn't get what Gumbuz wanted, but it was absolutely impossible for her to give up.
"Give me half a year, no, just two months, and I will collect what you want. I have a request. You must sign a contract with me. This [filter pot] can only be mine."
Gumbutz smiled and said, "Signing the contract... Of course there is no problem, but you still have to pay a deposit. First give me all the Holy Spirit Potions and Holy Pattern Witch Weapons you have." Like it.
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