Bloodline Wizard's Dragon Transformation Diary

Chapter 207 Valley in the Center of the Swamp

Amidst the roar, Luo Ang's internal organs and bones trembled slightly, resonating with the sound, giving Luo Ang a strange, tingling sensation, and making the hairs on his body almost stand on end.

Loon turned his gaze to the crocodiles and pythons in the water beside him.

Amidst the thunderous roar, the scales on these crocodiles and pythons unfolded slightly, opening and closing in rhythm with the booming sound.

The curves on their bodies are filled with a wonderful beauty.

—crocodiles, pythons, and lizards, etc.—

When considering magical beast companions, Loon first thought of flying beasts and birds of prey, followed by crocodiles, snakes, lizards, and so on.

The reason for considering them is quite simple.

Besides their own combat prowess, their unique adaptability to the environment is also a key factor.

It is amphibious and has the ability to excavate caves.

Throughout the world, there are almost no environments that can limit their abilities, and they can travel to most places in the world with their wizard masters.

Unfortunately, traces of magical beasts in this world are nowhere to be found, and the crocodiles and giant pythons in this swamp are no exception; they are just ordinary wild animals, and are extremely far removed from magical beasts.

Amid the roar, Luo Ang broke off a small branch from an old tree nearby and pointed the tip of the branch at the source of the roar.

The Roaring Swamp is a relic of the Age of Conquest—where powerful figures skilled in thunder magic were slain.

But the strength of that expert was too terrifying.

Even though it has been dead for countless years, its anger before death still echoes and vents here, turning into a roaring sound that spreads from the center of the swamp to all sides.

Compared to everything else, this roaring sound is the only thing that allows one to orient oneself in this swamp.

Following the roaring sound leads deep into the swamp.

Walking away from the roaring sound means leaving the swamp.

After the roaring stopped, Loon rested for a while to recover his energy before following the direction of the twig toward the center of the Roaring Swamp.

Thus, after walking and stopping for a full twenty-two times, Luo Ang finally appeared in the center of the Roaring Swamp in a spirited manner.

This is a valley.

If Luo Ang hadn't come here in person, he would have found it hard to believe that such terrain existed in the world.

Inside the vast swamp, instead of a soft and terrifying abyss that swallows everything, there is a solid valley.

This valley is none other than the very transformation of the powerful figure who was slain here.

After the powerful man died, his corpse transformed into mountains, and the blood, sweat, pus, and bodily fluids that flowed out from his body formed a swamp—the original Roaring Swamp.

In the early days when this swamp was first formed, it was an extremely dangerous place.

It's not a dead end for ordinary people, but a forbidden zone of mysticism.

The toxins in the swamp are so potent that even a fully-fledged wizard can be poisoned.

Of course, at that time, this forbidden area of ​​occultism also produced a great deal of occult resources.

Therefore, although the swamp is dangerous, wizards still come to the swamp in search of resources in an endless stream.

However, as time went by, and as the mysteries of this plane receded, the occult resources in this plane became increasingly scarce, and the wizards became less and less concerned about the future when searching for resources.

Thus, generation after generation of new wizard apprentices, in order to collect resources, worked like ants carrying grains of rice, with the spirit of the Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains, scouring every forbidden land for mystical resources, turning those forbidden lands into ordinary forbidden lands.

This roaring swamp is no exception.

The later new generation of wizards—who were also the elders in the eyes of the true new generation of wizards like Loon.

When they were scavenging resources in this swamp, they not only thoroughly cleaned the core of the swamp, which was the valley where the corpses had turned, but also the bones, flesh and blood that had not yet completely decomposed.

Even the pus, poison, and dead blood that had not yet completely dissolved in the swamp were thoroughly cleaned by them, leaving not a trace for those who came after them.

"It is precisely because of their efforts that this swamp has transformed from a forbidden occult land that could have produced a great deal of wizarding resources into an ordinary, almost worthless wasteland for wizards."

As for the rumbling sound that occurs at a steady cycle—

In the subsequent explorations of the wizards, everyone came to a conclusion.

That is, the roaring sound in the swamp is just a natural phenomenon caused by the unique environment, just like the wind blowing by the sea or the clouds rolling by in the sky, and it does not have any mystical value.

Therefore, wizards nowadays have long since taken the roaring sound for granted and no one cares about it.

Loon sat down in the valley, resting and waiting patiently.

Although almost all wizards believed that the Roaring Swamp no longer contained the resources they needed, this was not actually the case.

According to the wizard Grell, there is something more mysterious about this valley.

During thunderstorms, lightning occasionally strikes the valley and dances within its caves.

At this time, an extremely intense light will shine into the valley.

Within the light, there will be shadows formed by even more intense light.

Those shadows are the nodes of the spell's structure!

However, this is land, not an ocean, and thunderstorms are rare, so it's quite a coincidence that lightning happened to fall into this valley.

After witnessing the lightning strike the valley for the first time, revealing the structure of the spell, and hastily recording it, the wizard Grell risked waiting in the swamp for another six months, but did not see the lightning strike a second time.

But for Loon, the reflection of the lightning was not a problem.

After all, Luo Ang himself had mastered the Thunderclap Technique.

Even if the Thunderclap spell itself is not powerful enough, it is simply a matter of waiting for a thunderstorm and then casting the Thunderclap spell here. Under the mysterious resonance, the real lightning in the sky will naturally fall into the valley under the guidance of the Thunderclap spell.

During his rest, Luo Ang's mental energy naturally formed a small shield around him, blocking the pervasive miasma.

At the same time, his gaze swept across the valley.

The valley's outline looks incredibly majestic and grand. Through its very existence, one can vaguely discern the heroic figure of the powerful figure who died here in ancient times.

The entire valley's interior consists of soft soil clinging to rocks, which support it and prevent it from collapsing.

When those old predecessors were excavating relics in the valley, they also swept away all the valuable metal minerals and other valuables inside the valley, and even those stones that were stained with some mystery were taken away.

In short, the "bones and sinews" of this valley can be said to have been completely and utterly destroyed. To this day, it still retains the appearance of a valley and has not completely collapsed. Luo Ang has to say that the skills of those old predecessors in construction were indeed extraordinary.

But no matter how skillful the construction techniques of those predecessors were, without the mysterious barrier of the surrounding swamp, the earth and stone structure in this valley could not withstand the erosion from the surrounding swamp.

Now, as Luo Ang stands in the valley and surveys the landscape, he can clearly see the traces of sedimentation, and some caves have collapsed.

Soon, Loon found the cave that the wizard Grell had mentioned.