Chapter 1 D'Artagnan's Method

D'Artagnan suddenly said:

"I have a way to track them, but it will come at a great cost. It requires very expensive spellcasting materials, so I can't cover the cost alone."

Hediculi and Azisha immediately said impatiently:

"Okay, will 10,000 universal points per person be enough?"

D'Artagnan nodded. To prove that he wasn't exaggerating, he even took out the spellcasting material: the blood of a green dragon!

This stuff was indeed very expensive. A pool of emerald green shimmered in the glass test tube, with the texture of an emerald, reflecting the light of the setting sun. It refracted and rippled the light, creating an illusion that was difficult to escape.

D'Artagnan held the dragon blood in his hands and murmured a mysterious incantation. The mana within his body surged in a strange, boiling manner. Then, the dragon blood slowly floated into the air, wrapped in tangible-seeming incantations, and finally transformed into a deep green blood sphere the size of a ping-pong ball, suspended in front of D'Artagnan. Its surface even had an eerie light, as if it were a pure emerald that sealed a powerful soul.

D'Artagnan walked to the purple reed grasses beside the camp and began to chant a mysterious and solemn language in a low voice. During the chanting, Lamuthas suddenly sent a mental message to Fang Senyan:

"Master, this is the seventh-tier natural spell: Natural Language."

"What?" Fang Senyan couldn't help but be shocked.

In many high-magic worlds, although druids and elves often claim that they can communicate with plants, which sounds mysterious, the secret is actually insignificant. Just like an experienced farmer can tell whether rice has rice blast disease with just a glance, this can actually be considered communication with plants. The so-called communication of druids and elves is just a further step based on their talent, allowing them to understand the joys, sorrows, and other emotions of plants from the touch of plant leaves and subtle changes in plant气息.

However, this seventh-tier natural spell, Natural Language, is completely different. It completely relies on the dragon威 carried in the dragon blood to simulate the fierce majesty of nature's storms and the biting cold of frost and snow. It directly subdues plants, making them completely surrender, even at the cost of harming themselves to carry out the caster's will.

Of course, the main reason it can become a powerful seventh-tier spell is that this ability can also be used on treants. Ordinary treants will either be directly subdued by Natural Language or be specifically restrained and suffer extremely serious damage.

At this time, it could be said that D'Artagnan's use of this ability was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. But in fact, he had been blinded by the beryl ore vein and lost his rationality.

D'Artagnan finished chanting and shouted loudly at the surrounding purple reed grasses:

"Where did those people go? Tell me! In the name of nature!"

Immediately, the green dragon blood suspended in front of D'Artagnan splashed out, as if an invisible quill had been dipped in the green dragon blood, rapidly writing out strange and majestic characters in the air. This was ancient Hebrew, the legendary divine script! The script of the gods!

Instantly, everyone felt that there was a strange power in the characters written by D'Artagnan, as if they were resonating with the entire nature!

Within a few hundred meters, the purple reed grasses slowly fell down in an instant, but they strangely fell in all directions. Then, in the astonished eyes of everyone, they found themselves within a huge arrowhead, which covered at least several hundred square meters! And the arrowhead pointed to the northwest.

Seeing this situation, everyone naturally understood what it meant. They immediately jumped onto the raft and paddled towards the northwest. At this time, everyone's hearts were burning with desire for that high-purity beryl ore. Even Paul couldn't help but pick up a paddle to row, so the raft was actually moving like the wind in the swamp.

Every few hundred meters, D'Artagnan would use the divine script to communicate with nature and correct the direction. After traveling five or six kilometers, it was still a vast swamp, endless as far as the eye could see, reaching the horizon. Suddenly, Lamuthas snorted like a pig, carefully twitched his nose a few times, and then said to Fang Senyan:

"Master, I smell a bloody aura."

Fang Senyan immediately stopped the raft and said:

"Where is it?"

Lamuthas's fat nose twitched a few times, and then he sprayed out a few streams of snot. Then he jumped off the raft, disregarding the muddy water, and ran straight ahead with one foot deep and one foot shallow in the mud. After the raft turned a corner and traveled another kilometer, they saw a low-lying area ahead covered with lily pad-like plants, lush and verdant.

On the western bank of the depression, among the purple water bamboo, a person was lying face down. The clothes on this person were very tattered, but it could still be vaguely recognized as a standard military uniform. However, this person was motionless, as if asleep.

The senses of the people who came were ten or a hundred times better than ordinary people. When their minds were all focused on his body, they immediately realized that he had lost his breathing and heartbeat. It seemed that he was already dead.

"Don't move!" Hediculi raised his hand. "Don't destroy the scene. Ronnie, go check it out."

Ronnie's figure flashed like a ghost and swept out, starting to examine the scene. Soon, he gave his conclusion:

"This person is named Daniel. He has been dead for three hours. The cause of death is poisoning—this is also why his body can be preserved until now—otherwise, he would have been eaten by the greedy creatures in the swamp long ago."

Hearing what Ronnie said, Fang Senyan really noticed that there were a large number of snake, insect, and ant corpses beside the body. However, the vegetation here was lush, so it was not very clear at first glance. Ronnie then said:

"This person should not be a soldier. First of all, there is no dog tag on his body. Secondly, the muscles on his body are unusually developed. He should have undergone very cruel fighting training. Third, this person's body should have been modified to some extent, so he can freely breathe the air here without any side effects."

Then Ronnie took protective measures against poison, carefully looked around for a while, and found a map on his body. This map was hand-drawn. Judging from the size of the map, it should have mapped out the terrain of the surrounding hundreds of square kilometers.

Although this map was simple, made of animal skin, and the lines on it were drawn with charred charcoal branches, it should have been drawn by very professional people. It could be said that it used the fewest strokes to contain the most information.

From the map, it could be seen that the area of the swamp was quite astonishing. The map did not draw the boundaries, but only marked the previous temporary camp with a circle. Then, it drew another circle about ten kilometers above it, with the words "food/bird" written next to it. It seemed that they had gone to hunt this kind of creature.

Then the map put a red cross at the canyon where Fang Senyan and the others had stayed before. It seemed that they also knew that there was irresistible danger there. In addition, a red skull mark was drawn in the north! It could be seen that that place was extremely dangerous.

Now that a body had been found, there was no doubt that the raft could be abandoned. Because Daniel seemed to have run away immediately after being attacked, but he died of poisoning after escaping here. So Ronnie, who was good at tracking, naturally went back along the route he had escaped to find the place where they were attacked.

At this time, Hediculi suddenly raised his head and said to Fang Senyan very impolitely:

"Hey, sailor, we may be facing poisonous creatures soon. Do you have any anti-toxin potions?"

Although Fang Senyan didn't have any, he said very simply:

"Yes, but the effects of the two potions cannot coexist. Are you sure you want the anti-toxin potion?"

Hediculi hesitated. Although these people didn't say it out loud, they were very admired Fang Senyan's amazing potion amplification bonus in their hearts. Otherwise, how could they have tolerated Fang Senyan and his team again and again?

Especially when their equipment was generally one grade lower than that of the ace team, even if Fang Senyan used the most ordinary cloud enhancement method, he could give them an additional 8% attribute bonus, at least 6 attribute points, which was extremely valuable. It could very well be the difference between being able to crush the opponent and being suppressed by the opponent.

Some people could even use Fang Senyan's potion bonus to wear some equipment that they couldn't normally wear. However, when the effect of the potion disappeared, if they didn't meet the equipment requirements, the equipment would turn red, and all bonuses would be invalid. (Fang Senyan and his team members themselves would not be subject to this restriction)

Hearing Fang Senyan's answer, Hediculi could only sigh and wave his hand:

"Forget it, I still want the attribute potion."

"By the way, I heard that you can concoct potions for individual use, with a bonus of 10% to all attributes, at least 8 attribute points. Why don't you let us use them?" Ronnie suddenly said sharply at this time.

Fang Senyan had already thought of an excuse. He shrugged his shoulders and said in a mocking tone:

"Mr. Ronnie, may I ask, what is the value of a piece of equipment that gives a 10% bonus to all attributes, at least 8 attribute points?"