Chapter 392
Chapter 392 The First Day
In truth, forest spirits were similar to undead spirits.
They came into existence through the merging of a magical creature’s soul and the essence of magical plants. Depending on what soul and what essence they sprang from, the forest spirit would possess different magical abilities.
The prowess of an adept-level magical creature had much to do with the abilities they possessed. The difference between strong and weak skills could be massive!
For example, some forest spirits that possessed revival abilities were considered invincible within the domain of the woods. Any damage they sustained would be able to be restored by absorbing the magical energies of nearby plants. It was a powerful ability when you considered the dense reserves of magical energy present in the Black Forest.
It was virtually impossible to capture a forest spirit like this one if you weren’t able to cripple it in a single strike!
The peculiar calls of magical creatures came from the distant horizon.
“Magical creatures are coming this way! We had better hide for now!” Gargamel opened a pouch and took out a handful of yellow powder, sprinkling it all over the two of them.
The meat probably came from those ferocious rabbits that had attacked them earlier. Those things were as large as hound dogs.
These ordinary magic-infused beasts had absorbed plenty of magical energy. Not only was their meat soft and sweet, but a warm feeling would also surge through your body when you ate it. The faint traces of magical energy emanating from the pieces of meat could nourish those who ate it. It had beneficial properties for the body.
Greem’s Physique had already reached four points. He also had three points in Strength. These attributes were superior even to the swordsman Love, who had dedicated his life to training his body. Why was this the case? Precisely because of the nourishment from Greem’s daily magical energy meals.
With how powerful his Physique was at the moment, the meat of such low-level magical lifeforms was no longer capable of bringing him any improvements. The best it could do was help replenish the energy he had exhausted on the trip here.
If he wanted to continue strengthening his body through food, he would have to find ways to capture higher-grade magical beings such as wyverns. Otherwise, he would have no other option. The price of the magical energy meals served within the adept’s tower back in Feidnan City was exorbitant, even for an ‘elite’ adept like himself.
Setting up his future adept’s tower near the Black Forest would make it very convenient to hunt magical creatures!
After they had settled dinner, the two adepts entered their tents and sealed them with simple spells. It was only then that they started their daily required meditations.
As they were still out in the wild, neither of them dared to go into a state of deep meditation. Naturally, this meant that the effects of their meditation were minimal. Still, however minuscule the improvement was, it was still an improvement. This constant and arduous grind was necessary precisely because of how hard it was for them to improve their Spirits any further at this point. Thus, meditation would always be an essential and fundamental daily activity for all adepts.
An adept’s meditation required absolute silence. Thus, everyone else stopped all other activities that could disturb the two adepts. They silently moved around and packed their bags.
Rhodes the Rogue slipped out of camp without a word and started to place traps around the place. Rogues like himself might not be much in a fight, but they were very good at setting traps and hiding.
Sabrina sat by the campfire and stared into the flames after dinner. Anthony, the intermediate apprentice, could only shrug and hurry to the perimeter of the camp to set up alarm arrays.
He might be a potions apprentice, but he was at the intermediate level. Ordinary arrays like this were no big problem. At the moment, he was the weakest person in the camp. Naturally, he had to be the one to do all the dirty and tiresome chores!
Three hours later, when the darkness of night had utterly swallowed the land, Greem and Gargamel ended their meditation sessions and emerged from their tents.
“Sir Greem and I have some business to attend to. The few of you stay here and keep guard. Don’t go wandering anywhere.” Gargamel tossed a small pouch to Anthony, “Scatter some powder into the campfire every other hour. This will keep the low-Grade magical creatures away. You, come with us!”
Gargamel pointed at Sabrina.
A pseudo-adept might not be much help in capturing an adept-level magical creature, but she could still qualify as a meat shield!
Sabrina’s body trembled, but she obediently stood up and followed the two adepts into the pitch-black woods.