Bloodline Wizard's Dragon Transformation Diary

Chapter 206 Stepping into the Swamp

In the swamp, piles of silt and messy grassy areas are everywhere.

Beneath the calm, somber surface of the water, a few bubbles occasionally rise, merging with the swirling miasma.

In the water, some things that look like dead wood float on the surface and move around at will. Among those dead wood, the wide and short ones are crocodiles, and the thin and long ones that are segmented like sausages are pythons from the swamp.

These two are the top predators in the swamp.

But they are not the most dangerous beings in the swamp.

As they walked, Loon occasionally glanced to the side and saw two swamp crocodiles fighting over their prey, splashing water right in front of him—a wound was torn open on one of the crocodiles in an instant.

But before another swamp crocodile could worsen the wound, a buzzing sound rang out from the miasma.

A swarm of mosquitoes, which hadn't died even in winter, flew over like dark clouds or a black tornado. Drawn by the bloody scent of the swamp crocodile, they went straight for the crocodile's wound.

The other swamp crocodile, however, hid underwater in the swamp when the buzzing sound began. Only after the first swamp crocodile's flesh and blood had been completely devoured by mosquitoes, and the mosquitoes had laid their eggs on it, did it quietly move, dragging the floating carcass down the water and eating the mosquitoes and their eggs along with it.

Various insects are the most dangerous creatures in the swamp.

They follow wounds, they follow blood; they hunt any creature in the swamp, and they are also preyed upon by any creature in the swamp.

Nine times out of ten, any creature in the swamp that is injured will die in the mouths of these mosquitoes.

Even more terrifying is that these mosquitoes carry all sorts of toxins and even diseases.

The toxins are alright; many toxins can be overcome by severely depleting one's vitality.

But plagues are troublesome. Once they enter the body, they become one with the wizard's life force, inseparable. If such a plague cannot be treated with the right medicine, it can only be gradually worn down by the wizard's own life force.

In the parlance of a game from a previous life: a wizard's life bar has a red bar and a white bar.

Normal damage can only affect the white bar, not the red bar.

Some toxins can affect the red bar, but as long as the wizard's recovery ability is strong enough, it doesn't matter if they affect the red bar.

But disease—that's not just a matter of red or white slips.

If we don't treat the symptoms properly and let the epidemic run its course, it will wear down the red bar to its maximum limit!

In the swamp, Loon instinctively used the "Hidden Cloud" technique.

As his strength grew and his skill in using the concealment technique increased, the energy expenditure required to maintain his spells decreased.

So far, he has been able to maintain his state of being hidden in the clouds for at least sixteen hours out of twenty-four. Of course, if a battle occurs during this process, the time he can maintain the spell will be reduced accordingly.

Concealed within the clouds and mist, Luo Ang's figure slowly merged into the mist.

The clouds around him transformed into his eyes and ears, as well as his senses and barriers.

Every mosquito that flew through the clouds and every wild beast that lurked within them appeared clearly in his perception.

With each breath he took, the mist surged, and the toxins mixed within it separated from the miasma, spreading outwards in all directions, in sync with the rhythm of Lo Ang's breathing.

Luo Ang's aura was also completely concealed by the clouds and mist.

As he stepped from one meadow to another, crocodiles or pythons that sensed the vibrations, as well as mosquitoes and other insects on the water and grass, all rushed over from the water.

But when they arrived, Loen had already left, and they naturally gained nothing.

However, even though he avoided the interference of wild beasts and mosquitoes with every step, after a few steps, Luo Ang cast a levitation spell on himself.

As a result, his actions in the swamp became increasingly smooth.

The other danger in the swamp, the swamp that swallowed up living beings, was transformed into a completely smooth road under the levitation spell.

Even the water surface, along with the crocodiles and pythons on it, became Loon's resting place.

About an hour later, Luo Ang stopped and, following his senses, found a place in the swamp where the miasma was relatively weak. There, he found an old tree that had not completely lost its vitality, sat down in the tree, and then dispelled his levitation spell.

The moment the levitation spell dissipated, Luo Ang clearly felt the downward slump caused by his own weight.

The branches and leaves of the old tree also bent downwards.

The trees, which already had many fallen leaves, were now even more scattered.

The tree, which was already on the verge of death, was about to collapse completely under Loon's own weight.

Luo Ang's breath instinctively stopped in that instant.

After a moment, confirming that the old tree could bear his weight, Luo Ang finally breathed a sigh of relief, dispelled his state of being hidden in the clouds, and began to recuperate.

There are countless tiny, deadly spots in the swamp.

Even wizards can easily fall victim to this due to carelessness.

In addition, a cold and oppressive atmosphere permeates the tranquil swamp as a whole.

This oppressive atmosphere constantly erodes one's reason and puts immense pressure on one's spirit—leading to a decline in mental well-being and a decrease in the efficiency of mental exertion.

It can also easily cause people to become distracted and careless.

Furthermore, when moving through this swamp, the pools, meadows, and other features below will undergo gradual changes.

Wizards would know this from the start, and they would be wary of the underground environment—plus the miasma was even more dangerous, so they would unconsciously focus their attention on the miasma, concentrating on guarding against its corrosive effects.

During this process, wizards would instinctively use the miasma as a reference point for direction.

But those miasmas are in a state of constant flow, changing all the time, just like a swamp with an ever-blowing wind.

In this situation, the frame of reference becomes problematic.

If the reference points for determining direction and location are faulty, then the direction the wizard is traveling in this swamp will naturally be difficult to guarantee.

The vast majority of wizards who get lost in the Roaring Swamp do so for this reason.

If one gets lost and cannot readjust their direction in time, even a wizard will have their mental energy exhausted and eventually die in the swamp.

Compared to other wizards, although Loon is not affected by the miasma, the threat he faces from the Silver Grey School is unparalleled by any other wizard.

Under such circumstances, and in a swampy environment, Loon had to maintain his condition.

Therefore, before stepping into the swamp, Loon set a warning line for himself.

Seventy percent of my mental energy!

Once you have less than 70% of your mental energy left, you must stop to recuperate, adjust your state, and restore your mental energy.

Once their mental energy had fully recovered, they continued forward.

As for whether the process would waste time—Loon didn't care about that.

For him, there was nothing urgent at the moment.

He has plenty of time and can easily withstand any disruption.

In his mind, if a direct conflict with the Silver-Gray School were to occur, then a conflict in the Roaring Swamp would be one of the best possible scenarios!

"Hopefully, the Silver-Gray School will catch up in time," Lo Ang thought, slowly closing his eyes to take a nap.

A moment later, a sound like thunder echoed from the swamp.

The thunder rumbled and rolled, as if someone were pushing a heavy chariot, loaded with thunderclouds, galloping outwards from the inside.

—This is where the name Roaring Swamp comes from.

Every so often, a consistent rumbling sound can be heard from the Roaring Swamp.

The swamp was dark and damp, shrouded in miasma from which no sunlight could be seen.

Even sunlight could hardly penetrate the thick miasma.

Therefore, time is difficult to judge in the miasma, and the roaring sound is the only thing in this swamp that can accurately determine the time.