Abe the Wizard

Abel was in a hurry, and it had been eight days since the Holy Land entered the Dark Continent every night for 10 days, and 80 days since he had stayed in the valley, during which time he had returned to Camp Rogue every night for meditation exercises.

In 80 days he succeeded in cleaning up the Black Wasteland, finding the Tamo Heights, bringing his stock of ‘soul pills' to over fifty bottles, and elevating the 'Skull Rehabilitation’ to the current Top 10 level.

Abel's level 5 wizard was full two days before Holy Land time, but he didn't feel promoted, which made him very anxious, you know, to think he wouldn't have a wizard bottleneck.

But now he's stuck in a state of fullness, and in his view, he's accomplished everything from apprenticeships to full wizards.

Physical strength, fearing that no wizard has ever attained his physical strength, physical fitness has always been the level that constrains apprentice wizards from advancing to full wizards. The encroachment of magic on the body allows wizards to do everything possible to maintain their physical fitness. Unlike Abel, the mutated golden temper allows his physical fitness to grow as normal as an ordinary knight without being encroached upon by magic.

Abel's mental strength is feared to be ordinary primary wizards, and even some intermediate wizards do not have his mental strength, and he is very confident in his mental power.

Speaking of his understanding of spells, countless uses of 'soul medicine' have brought him to the peak of his understanding of spells.

Everything was right, but there was no reason, and he was stuck in a wizard's bottleneck.

Today he doesn't have the heart to go on killing Hell's creatures, because after last night's meditation he started to get upset, which made him wonder if something was wrong with meditation, but after a comprehensive examination of his whole body together with his mind, he didn't find anything wrong.

At this moment, he can only hold the pillow made of the heart of the jade of peace in his arms to alleviate this irritable state. He does not know what exactly happened to him and how this phenomenon can occur.

He sat in the intermediate-group magic array in Camp Rogue, and the magic that existed like a water polo could no longer enter his body, and even as he meditated, it could no longer add even a tiny bit of magic.

Nobody answered his current question. If he didn't have a quiet heart, he had to wonder if he would be driven mad by this irritability.

Abe doesn't know that when apprentice witches are promoted to official witches, they often have to undergo a prolonged shutdown to slowly tidy up their bodies, and slowly look for that slight opportunity. No apprentice witch dares to use a lot of magic to kill before he knows he's going to be promoted.

Not to mention that he had almost lost control of his spells before this, which buried a hidden danger for his promotion, you know that the promotion of a trainee witch is a spiritual change from the source, the risks of which are enormous.

Although Abel has a quiet jade heart that can transform the killing from each killing of a hellish creature into the qi required by the Knight's Pressure, the effect of killing on the soul is amazing, and not just as simple as killing.

And his promotion time was too short. It took other wizards more than a few decades, even decades, to complete in just over a hundred days in the dark world. Although rapid promotion is a good thing, too fast promotion still poses a hidden danger to him.

At present, his restlessness is the consequence of not being able to enter a period of calm promotion when his soul is killed after being full.

All he needs now is to find a way to get his soul out of its irritability as soon as possible and then shut it down for a long time to reach the status of a full wizard, but at this point there is no wizard to coach him, and there is a way he cannot know.

Throughout the morning, Abel was haunted by this irritability, and his soul was aggravated by the irritability, as if he had a feeling that he would be ready to go into the madness of the day.

“Can't just wait!” Abel stood up and muttered that he could not waste his destiny in wait, and that he had so many means that he could not be overwhelmed by the situation.

He walked out of the Intermediate Gathering Magic Array, out of the Rogue camp, just outside the Rogue camp was that giant oak tree, and when he saw the oak tree, his soul suddenly had a feeling of freshness, and that irritability was much reduced.

The sudden feeling brightened his mind that the giant oak tree was the most inexplicable of all his contracts and might seem weak because it could not move, had no means of attack, but could also be very powerful because it could resist the power of the rules in the area.

“The oak tree must help me!” After this thought flashed through Abel's heart, he began to accelerate towards the oak tree. He didn't bring the black wind, he didn't bring the flame. Running on his feet gave him a real sense of control over his body, and every step closer to the giant oak tree, he could feel a reduction in the irritability of his soul.

Arriving under the oak tree, countless blue roar rabbits lay around the oak tree and saw that Abel was not afraid, which had totally contradicted the nature of the blue roar rabbit, but at this time Abel had no intention of paying attention to it, his greatest concern was that after he had entered the cover of the leaves of the oak branch, his soul was completely quiet.

In recent times, the height and width of the oak tree have increased considerably, and there has never been any indication that this increase has stopped, and today it has reached a height of 60 metres and a radius of more than 70 metres.

Abel walked to the trunk of the oak tree, his body sat against the trunk of the tree, and the sense of comfort of the formation came out of his soul. To better communicate with the oak tree, he turned his intelligence into the soul of the Druid Son. In a moment, a feeling that was 100 times stronger than the soul of the Lord passed into his Druid Son's soul.

In all the areas covered by the oak trunk, it seems to be a stand-alone space, with green energy flowing everywhere, some of which form strange patterns in the air that once formed fly into the body of a newborn little blue roar rabbit below.

This is how the oak tree controls the blue-roll rabbit, and Abel's mind has sort of understood that this is one of the capabilities of the oak tree, and in this area, the giant maternity ward of the blue-roll rabbit, where every blue-roll rabbit is implanted from birth with a pattern of obedience to the oak tree, and it will be connected to the oak tree for the rest of its life.

Then Abel found an elderly Blue Roar rabbit struggling to climb beneath the oak tree, and the aging one lifted his little head and looked up at the oak tree, then a green pattern wrapped around a little illusory Blue Roar rabbit shadow and came back into the trunk.

The life of the old Blue Roar rabbit was also terminated, and his body was brought underground by a thick root, while the nucleus of the body was separated and protected in the heart of the tree.

Like factories, Blue Howl rabbits have been controlled from birth into powerful spiritual beasts capable of generating crystalline nuclei, and they are required to exercise in large quantities to be able to absorb more of the rich magical resources here.

In old age, the body of the Blue Howl rabbit became the fertilizer of the oak tree, while the crystal core was preserved in the heart of the tree for Abel, the owner of the oak tree.

Most importantly, Abel discovered that the faint soul of the Blue Howl rabbit had not been wasted, and was painted into the trunk by the oak tree, which is one of the reasons why the oak tree is getting stronger!

Feel that his soul has completely calmed down, Abbotson breathed a sigh of relief, at this time his spirit is still in Druid's soul, since oak trees can calm his soul, let this feeling be strengthened.

Abel instantly entered the state of the spiritual speaker. His body, because of his leaning against the trunk of the oak tree, merged with the oak tree for a very short time. The oak tree did not seem to have any resistance to him. In order for him to better enter his body, the oak tree kept releasing all the levels on his body's soul, making the master feel everything more smoothly.

The first thing Abel perceived was a tree heart, which was at the center of the roots of the whole oak tree, like the human brain, and although it was simple enough not to think complex, as an oak tree, a plant could have a tree heart like the brain, which was a qualitative leap.