Chapter 747 - First Scout
Chapter 747 First Scout
Dammit, wasn’t this firegrass?
Greem’s mouth widened in shock.
Firegrass could be considered a low-grade adept resource in the World of Adepts. Half a kilogram of such high-quality firegrass could easily sell for two or three magical crystals.
But here…
Greem stood up and looked at the boundless plains of firegrass in his vision. The shock and surprise in his heart were immense.
He was screaming inside his mind. If he built a stable Flamegate here and sent out the adepts and apprentices to harvest all the firegrass here, the finances of the Crimson Clan would instantly stabilize.
Its half-meter thick clay body had been burned to ashes by the fires along with the golem core deep within its body. That was why it had ‘died’ in twenty-seven seconds, even without anyone attacking it.
It was an earth elementium golem, known for having the highest defensive power. If it had been a water or wind elemental instead, they would have lasted for an even shorter amount of time.
Greem sighed. It seemed his golem army could not be put to use here.
He looked around into the distance. In this world, his vision was reduced to a radius of two hundred and seventy-one meters. Everything outside his visual range was a bright red, making it hard to discern what was in the distance.
Greem picked up a handful of dirt from beneath his feet and let it slowly slip from his fingers as he chanted a spell. A short moment later, a pale, emotionless face appeared in the air.
It was a low-level magical spirit gathered from the earth through magic. Greem could gain some simple information about the area within a fifty-kilometer radius through some crude questioning.
“Are there any intelligent lifeforms nearby that can communicate with me? I need to know their positions and numbers.”
“East…big things…many.”
The pale face replied in inarticulate adept’s language and then dispersed.
Greem sighed helplessly once again.
All he acquired by expending the energy of a Second Grade spell was a couple of answers that could not be any cruder. This Spiritcall was a real headache of a spell sometimes!
East? Which direction was east in this Fire Elementium Plane, where everything in every direction was just bright red?
Big things? In the eyes of a magical spirit, anything taller than Greem would probably be considered big, wouldn’t they?!
Many? That was the worst answer of them all! How many was ‘many’ exactly?
Still, being able to obtain such information in a world where he had no information was good enough.
Greem rubbed his head and placed all his hopes on the Chip’s analysis.
Since it had been a magical spirit summoned with magic, it had naturally been bound by the rules of the adepts. Soon, the Chip managed to confirm the direction of east and indicated it with a blue arrow in Greem’s vision.
Greem looked to the west and thought for a bit before finally running in the direction of the blue arrow. The Second Grade Fire Lord indicated in the contract was somewhere in the west. However, Greem was currently still exploring the Fire Elementium Plane and did not have the luxury to think about the assassination of the target.
It was best to first familiarize himself with the Fire Elementium Plane!