Bloodline Wizard's Dragon Transformation Diary

Chapter 205 Roaring Swamp

The magic circle was very simple, and its effect was also very simple.

Simply apply the wizard's hair and blood to the inside and outside of the magic circle to transform the life force within the material into mystery, thereby enhancing the material's mystical properties. This makes the material more effective at leveraging mystery when used as a medium for magic. Of course, some of the material will be consumed in the process.

To put it bluntly, this is a technique of exchanging quantity for quality.

"When Kiris described this technique, she didn't say that it could only be used on ordinary things," Loon thought, cutting off a lock of his hair and making a cut on his fingertip, which directly activated the small magic circle.

A mysterious aura was then stirred up, flowing through the seeds within the magic array. The seeds inside the array were as if they had been put into a blender.

Soon, the magic circle turned to ashes.

Inside the magic circle, of the dozen or so thorn seeds that Luo Ang had placed inside, only three remained.

The three seeds, though imbued with more mystery, had lost all their burgeoning and restless vitality, becoming dead seeds, mere materials for spellcasting.

"Five to one".

"Is the loss really that great?" Looking at the three remaining seeds, Luo Ang was somewhat surprised.

When he processes the ordinary seeds he collects, the ratio of the seeds he adds to the final harvest of spellcasting materials is roughly two to one.

"The seeds collected by the Thorn Overgrowth spell do contain a tiny bit of mystery, but it is still negligible—it is merely the lingering effect left after the spell was cast."

"Can such a tiny bit of mystery really cause such a huge difference in proportions?" Luo Ang compared the differences.

"Fine, whatever, it's a huge disparity."

"It's better than the mystery within the seed completely disappearing."

The mystery within the seeds collected using the Thorn Overgrowth spell is merely the lingering effect of the magic. If left unattended, it will quickly dissipate, and the seeds will become ordinary seeds. The only way to preserve this mysterious lingering effect is to plant the seeds before the mystery dissipates and use magic to make them take root and sprout.

This kind of usage is clearly the kind of thing only a wizard who stays in one place and doesn't move around would have the opportunity to use.

Wizards like Loon, who are constantly on the move, simply cannot cultivate thorns in this way.

Therefore, instead of waiting for the mysterious aftertaste of this thorn seed to dissipate, it is better to refine it with this mystical circulation array while the aftertaste is still there, so that the concentration of the mystery is slightly increased, and the mystery will not continue to dissipate.

"From this perspective, the nature of this thicket of thorns should be closer to a productive spell."

"Compared to its inherent value, its combat value is negligible."

"The leaf beetle wanders through the forest, amidst thorns and poisonous stings."

"It's clear that the spells that the wizard Lamina is currently displaying are all based on her bloodline and belong to the same system of spells."

"However, this place is either a forest, leaves, or thorns—"

"Could Lamina's bloodline be that of the legendary elves?" Loen pondered for a moment, then glanced back at the spot where he had parted ways with Lamina.

When Loon left, he handed over the miners he had rescued from the lair of the wizard Fallon to the wizard Lamina.

As for whether the wizard Lamina will release these mine slaves or enslave them again, Loon has no say in whether or not a contract is signed. Even if a contract is signed, it can only restrict the wizard Lamina from releasing these mine slaves, not from capturing other mine slaves.

As for adding a clause to the contract prohibiting Lamina from capturing other mine slaves—Loon didn't have the audacity to sign such a contract with the wizard Lamina.

Even if Loon himself dislikes mining slaves, if someone were to present him with a contract that forbids him from capturing mining slaves in the future, Loon would absolutely not sign it.

Soon, Loon cleared his mind of these distracting thoughts, erased all traces of his spell testing, and continued forward.

Ahead lay a misty swamp.

Previously, Loon had exchanged a fragmented lightning-attribute spell framework with the wizard Grell.

During the battle with the wizard Grell, Grell did not demonstrate any affinity with the lightning attribute. Therefore, after the battle, Loon concluded that the incomplete lightning spell structure in Grell's possession was not something he had obtained from other wizards. The reasoning behind this was quite simple.

He himself has no affinity with lightning, so even if he were to try his luck by exchanging this incomplete spell framework with another wizard, he would not choose the lightning attribute.

Therefore, Loon deduced that the incomplete lightning-attribute spell framework in the hands of the wizard Grell was something he had copied from somewhere—so, after Grell regained consciousness, Loon directly pressed him to reveal where he had copied the spell framework.

The final result was just as Luo Ang had predicted.

The wizard Grell acknowledged the origin of his magical framework and revealed the place where he imprinted it.

That is, the swamp in front of Luo Ang.

After parting ways with the wizard Lamina, Loon headed straight for the Roaring Swamp.

Of course, while on the road, he still maintained his original code of conduct—only eight hours of exercise a day, and randomly selecting time from the remaining sixteen hours to meditate, prepare spells, and practice spells.

"Are all the people in the Silver-Gray School like tortoises? How can they be so patient, still not making a move?"

"Or are they already on their way?" Before stepping into the swamp, Loon calmed himself down and sensed the direction of the vengeance mark.

The other end of the mark remained as steady as Mount Tai, completely unmoved.

"Never mind, I don't care if you come or not."

6

Loon glanced at the mist swirling in the swamp—no, it was more than just mist.

In the swamp, countless things rot and accumulate.

Over a long period of time, the decaying and sedimented substances in the swamp naturally developed some toxicity.

The toxicity mixed with the fog formed something similar to miasma.

The toxicity of miasma varies in strength.

In weak areas, an ordinary person, if well-prepared, will not be harmed by miasma.

The advantage lies in the fact that even knights and wizard apprentices cannot escape it.

The most troublesome thing is that there is wind in the swamp.

The wind blew the miasma back and forth, and the strength of the miasma changed constantly as it swirled around, without any discernible pattern.

This is why the Roaring Swamp has become a well-known and dangerous place.

Even wizard apprentices would not easily set foot there, lest they die in the miasma.

"Anyway, this swamp is my home turf."

Without hesitation, Luo Ang stepped into the swamp. His figure became increasingly blurred in the miasma and soon disappeared.

Even the smoke from a fire can be considered "clouds and mist," so how can this miasma not be considered "clouds and mist"?