Wizard: I Can Extract Everything - Chapter 361: 123: Old History

Chapter 361 123: Old History

Arza looked at the map for a while, confirmed the location and then said to Heath: “Master Wizard, let’s go.”

Heath looked at his map curiously, and asked: “Before this, I think I should know some more news, about the goal of our expedition? I remember your Excellency said that this is a medium The relic of a wizard?”

When Jackman came to him, he clearly stated that this is the ruins of a middle-class wizard, but from the very beginning, the background of this ruin mentioned by Arza has been ridiculously high, not only involving the stigmata and even the stigmata. Even the demigod world species are involved.

These things are far beyond the reach of the current Heath. If there is a figure of this level in it, then he really does not hesitate to turn around and leave.

Arza hesitated.

Jackman next to    also spoke at this time: “Arza, I think Heath is right. If there are any problems, I should tell us now, so that we won’t get into trouble or even prepare.”

So far, he doesn’t know much about the ruins of this expedition.

Arza hesitated for a while, and finally nodded and said: “Well, I originally planned to talk to the two men specifically when I arrived at the destination, but since everyone is so impatient, then I will elaborate on it.”

After a pause, he explained.

“After my ancestors killed Prest, for some reason. In fact, some organs of Prest were needed as materials for magic experiments.”

Wizards are all profit-centered, no matter how high-sounding descriptions in the history books, but Slaval risked his life at the beginning and even paid a great price. The killing was of course not for the justice and light mentioned in the history books, but purely for Preste.

A demigod-level magical creature, for a wizard, it is already an invaluable treasure in itself, a precious magical material that cannot be described in words.

“However, after killing Prest, my ancestors also suffered unclear injuries, and I need to return to the family immediately to use some of the family’s resources for training and healing.”

“The ancestor was worried that Prest would be discovered by other wizards while he was away, so he arranged for a few apprentices to be stationed here.”

“Many years have passed. My ancestors recovered from their injuries and took away the magic materials he originally needed from Preste. In the past, Preste was only left with the empty shell piled up here. .”

“Such an empty shell is a worthless waste product for wizards at the level of my ancestors, but it is still invaluable for apprentices and ordinary wizards.”

“So after the teacher left, one of the teacher’s apprentices stayed here to build a wizard tower for training, and he reached the middle wizard level.”

“The latter wizard failed to be promoted to a higher wizard due to various reasons. His vitality was exhausted and died here. Since he was hidden from the world, the wizard had no apprentice to follow, so everything here is preserved.”

Heath wondered: “Did no one from your family come to collect it?”

Before the real state of eternity, the life span of a wizard has a limit, no matter how high a wizard is, there will be a day of death.

According to the rules of the wizarding world, generally, after the wizard himself dies, its heritage will be inherited by apprentices, blood descendants, etc. If there is no blood descendant, the family will come forward and send someone to recycle it. That kind of reclaim without a family will eventually become a wild tower. The ruins and ancient tombs that are allowed to be excavated by later generations are generally left by gray wizards and Muggles without a foundation.

Alza had some nostalgia in his eyes, but also a little proudly said: “Too far, the family felt that it was unnecessary at the time.”

Heath was taken aback at first, but after thinking about it, he quickly understood.

The scenery of the Fons family back then has been somewhat heard. As a huge family with stigmata wizards, it is really not necessarily that the assets of a middle-level wizard are in the eyes. Maybe people are simply too lazy to reclaim it.

Jackman chuckled and joked: “Your family was really arrogant. At that time, the people who made the decision couldn’t think that one day future generations would even need to rely on this previously inconspicuous asset to continue their lives, right?”

His words seemed to speak of Arza’s pain, and Arza’s face became obviously gloomy.

Arza sighed: “Yes, no one would have imagined that in only ten thousand years, the former Stigma family will be weakened to this extent.”

Heath said: “The more opportunities are that there may not be no chance for a comeback in the future. Okay, let’s go.”

The group followed the marks on Arza’s map and moved towards the depths of the island.

Hearing Arza said, this map was passed down by his family. After the wizard built the tower on Prest Island, he drew the map and the detailed coordinates of the wizard tower and gave it to the family.

In the past changes of the family, this map was slowly dusted into an unattended corner of an old mansion. It was also discovered by Arza by chance not long ago in the mansion, so this expedition took place. .

Heath couldn’t help but think about it with nasty fun. Isn’t this a guide for someone to plan his family’s ancestral grave?

Get back to the subject.

A group of people marched all the way towards the center of the island.

This island is similar to the small islands that Heath has experienced before, with dense vegetation, fertile sudden, abundant elemental fluctuations and so on.

Preste Island itself is Preste’s corpse, it is a demi-god magical creature, itself is a huge element mixture, whether it is body, pores, hair, etc., all have abundant element content.

These elements have become the most abundant nourishment for nourishing magic plants and creatures on the island. Under the nourishment of these strong elements, this island has bred countless rich magic plants and magic creatures.

And this surprised Heath a lot, after all.

“Drops, I found Ellipse motherwort, which can be extracted.”

Not long after walking into the woods, Heath heard a clear system prompt ringing in his ears.

He walked a few steps in the direction indicated by the system and found the grass that the system said under a tree next to it. It was a strange-looking grass with a long, thin, straight rhizome in the middle. The surrounding grass blades looked like a winding snake. If you bring your hand closer, you can still hear the hissing sound of the snake when it utters a letter.

Snake mother grass, a kind of high-level magic material for snakes, which contains magical materials that only appear in areas where snake populations are concentrated

(End of this chapter)