Chapter 356 – Strength in numbers
Chapter 356 – Strength in numbers
The Elven Valley, also known as the Forest of Four Seasons.
When Sol learned the directions of where it was located, he immediately felt that it was a bit of a coincidence.
The entrance to the Elven Valley was surprisingly located near the Drooping Hand Valley. It was even only separated by a crag.
In the beginning, Saul and Byron would have come to the place where the Elven Valley was located if it was the other side of the crag that they had climbed.
If they didn’t have the “key” to enter it, they could only wander around the periphery.
Of course, not many people wanted to get close to the elves. That’s why the key to the elven valley was sold by a third level apprentice to a second level apprentice.
Kong Sha, who had bought the key, had already been treated as a dead person by many people.
Saul didn’t think highly of Kong Sha either.
After hearing Mentor Gortha’s description of the elves, he shunned everything related to elves.
If the diary hadn’t issued a distant death warning, Saul would have just let Monroe swallow his other eye as well.
Of course Monroe wasn’t doing well right now.
Though Saul hadn’t deliberately inquired, he did know that shortly after that day, Monroe had never appeared in a class on basic all-knowledge again.
The fat job was taken over by another erudite second level apprentice.
The spacious wagon turned off the leveled land onto a less traveled path. However, because of the sorcery spells dampening the vibration, the few people sitting in the car, Sol, could still only feel a slight vibration.
Yes, several people.
Saul had applied for a two-rider carriage this time. It was more than enough for six people to sit in the car.
In addition to him, there were three men and women with expressionless faces and black scarves over their eyes. The one who drove the carriage was not a mushroom driver (if he brought a mushroom driver there, Saul was really afraid that the driver would directly plant himself in the Elven Valley), but a man with the same expressionless face covered with a black scarf.
These four people were actually the four corpses that Saul had brought out from the second storehouse.
At first, Mentor Golza had said that the contents of the storehouse should not be taken out without permission. But Saul made a report and brought out five corpses easily.
Four of them went into Herman, Morton, Agu, and Ann respectively.
The last one was kept as a spare, in case he played with anyone’s body again so he could have a replacement.
With Herman’s courageous dedication, Saul had fully mastered the method of infusing the spirit body into the container. What remained to be solved was how to delay the rejection reaction.
Therefore, before Saul prepared to head to the dangerous Elf Valley, the first thing he did when he left the tower was to go to the lakeside cabin and bring out all four bodies of consciousness and put them into his body.
Now, including the driver, Saul was surrounded by a total of two men and two women, which was very even.
This was because, with the exception of Herman, no one else needed to change their gender.
This was one of Saul’s discoveries.
He found that conscious bodies that once had the strength of a full-fledged sorcerer were able to resist the repulsive force of same-sex bodies, and thus stay in the body that matched their gender perception.
Only Herman, after trying it once, honestly went into a female corpse of formal sorcerer level.
As a matter of fact, the other three bodies of consciousness could also enter inside corpses of different genders. For them at the official sorcerer level, that cognitive difference was not even an obstacle to overcome.
This was something that the apprentices who used to study soul infusion didn’t even know about, I’m afraid. Because they simply couldn’t get the souls of formal sorcerers who voluntarily entered the bodies of low-ranked sorcerer apprentices.
It was possible that the several mentors knew about it, but they had no way to conduct the experiment.
The principle was the same as above.
The wagon suddenly lurched, plummeted in height, and began to slowly ascend again.
Ann craned her head and pushed open the window of the carriage, and a couple of branches reached out and seemed about to poke through the window.
“Master. The woods are getting denser out there, do you need me to turn the shields on?” Ann’s voice was excited, a stark contrast to her stiff expression.
“Open it.” Saul was still holding the notes that Senior Byron had given him.
He had brought a lot with him on this outing.
There was a faint scar on his wrist, a curse that Saul had cultivated himself – a stitch.
Pinned under his cloak was a doll with red eyes.
In a cage next to his seat were two dying mice.
These were live experiments that Saul had prepared to study the toxin that Korie had created. In fact he had prepared a dozen mice. But they were depleted too quickly, and now there were only these two left, barely saved and obviously not alive for long.
Saul estimated that these two little ones would die before they reached the Elven Valley.
It had to be said that the metal toxin created by Kori’s was still quite fierce, and Saul could only try to develop an antidote based on some knowledge from his previous life.
Although he already had a bit of an idea, he had also given up on the delusion that he could find the antidote on the way back and forth.
Now his attention returned to the gray matter research notes Byron had given him.
At that moment, Agu leaned forward slightly, “Master, are you trying to make a potion to increase your spiritual power?”
Saul looked up from his book, except for Herman, the other three consciousnesses were getting to grips with their new bodies very quickly, at the very least none of them would still call “master” “pig” when they opened their mouths.
“Yes, you’ve all seen Senior Byron’s notes. Although the composition of the gray matter has yet to be fully resolved, this potion does have a considerable effect on mental power and the ability to sense dark attribute particles. There also seems to be no side effects beyond control found so far.”
The diary also didn’t hint at danger when Sol was preparing to develop the potion to take himself.
Although Saul would no longer utilize the diary to create props and potions through blind blindness, he would not give up on giving himself a layer of insurance through the diary’s warnings.
The wizard world, it was still dangerous.
Agu nodded his head in approval of Saul’s idea, but then he offered his own opinion.
“Master, although none of us have found any problems with this potion, since master is now going to a place related to elves, it’s not appropriate to raise your spiritual power hastily. Before you adapt to the excess spiritual power, the peripheral spiritual power radiation that can’t be collected may attract some unnecessary trouble for you.”
Sol instantly felt that Agu had a point, so he put down the idea of making a gray matter potion in the carriage.
In the field of spiritual power, both Morton and An were not as powerful as Agu, and even their knowledge was not as good as Saul’s, so they could only sit on the sidelines and listen at this point.
Including Herman, who was driving outside, several consciousness bodies were trying hard to prove their worth.
“Then you guys consider what other sorceries I should prepare for evening out before going to the Elven Valley?”
With half a year’s time, Saul had naturally allocated enough time for studying and practicing sorcery. It was just that right now, since he couldn’t do the other two things, he would continue to study sorcery.
When the three Consciousnesses in the carriage saw Saul take out his sorcery notes, each of them straightened up.
If Saul was going to learn sorcery, they all had their own areas of specialization.
This could definitely help!
So for the next few days, Saul spent his time meditating and learning sorcery.
This carriage, which was occasionally surrounded by butterflies, sped through the forest.
Following a set direction, it sometimes wore out the woods and traveled for a while on a dirt road with no one in front or behind it, and sometimes it would be at the edge of a cliff, knocking an earthy stone off the cliff.
At last the wagon skirted the deserted entrance to the Valley of the Drooping Hand, and came to the heights on the opposite side.
The cliffside was clearly still bare with little grass or trees visible, and a few meters further west, the plants suddenly flourished.
Even the carriage topped with a protective shield was unable to enter.
Saul’s few people got down from the car.
The rest of the way would have to be traveled on two feet.
“Zo, watch the car.”
The black tentacle stretched out from the back of Sol’s neck and split in two, the slender one fell onto the ground next to the carriage and immediately turned into black dirt and sank into the ground, while the other one routinely poked its tongue out at the Nightmare Butterfly that leapt up and then retracted again.
It’s good to have a lot of men.
There were people to do all kinds of work.
Herman and Morton went to the forefront, bulldozing the path for Saul that stood in the way.
Although they had both been powerful sorcerers and sorcerer apprentices, as containers, their bodies had a limited ability to store magic power, and in order to save magic crystals, they all used physical means to clear the path.
Several containers blocked around Saul, their bodies were not as sensitive as normal people, and soon their faces and bodies were scraped out by tree branches with red marks.
But they will not be afraid of pain is.
At this time, the foremost Herman suddenly let out a low cry, “Who?”
Everyone turned their heads in unison to look over, only to see that under the dense foliage and deep shade of the trees, there vaguely seemed to be a person standing.
TAT is late.
(End of chapter)