Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

With a bottle of potion in each hand, Mikander immediately noticed the difference between the two.

The bottle on the left, which Victor had personally given him, shimmered with a silver light, and the sensation it gave him was much more pronounced than that on the right.

At that moment, he felt a sense of "flexibility" in his forearm and clearly understood what was happening.

Once I drink the potion on the left and draw the one-handed sword behind me, I will be able to unleash a speed far exceeding my usual limits.

After drinking the potion on the right, the effect is that you can swing your sword faster, but only by about half the speed.

"Pop".

Suddenly, the sound of a cork being pulled out rang out all around.

Mikand hesitated for a moment, then put away the potion in his right hand, pulled out the stopper from the crystal bottle in his left hand, and swallowed the shimmering silver liquid.

As the cool, slightly sweet liquid slid down his esophagus, he clearly felt a significant change in his vision.

A cave bat hanging upside down on the cave wall is licking its wings with its tongue, its movements appearing slightly slower than usual.

Besides his improved vision, Mikander also noticed that when he put away the empty bottles, his arms moved easily and smoothly, with almost no feeling of exertion.

"What does this feel like?"

Others experienced similar feelings, though not as intensely as they did, but they were still amazed by this sudden change.

"Since we've already taken the medication, let's set off."

Victor collected an empty crystal bottle and then placed all the scrolls he had found in the goblin cave in a prominent position in his inventory.

After doing all this, he jumped off the bridge and landed on the narrow riverbank where only one person could walk, and continued on his way.

Miles followed closely behind, and after landing, he began taking out some equipment from his ring and putting it on.

Then, the townspeople landed safely one after another.

Led by Victor, the group moved quickly in a straight line.

Although Victor wasn't familiar with this route, he had scouted it beforehand, and the river provided illumination with aquatic fireflies.

He easily avoided some obvious setbacks, and those behind him followed suit.

Of course, not all the townspeople in the rear followed Victor's example and avoided those potholes; some of them were the ones who were developing the riverbank.

That's why they were even more aware of the dangers lurking behind the road, and they walked on in silence.

For more than ten minutes, apart from the sound of footsteps, no one spoke.

This orderly scene made Viktor feel extremely comfortable.

But soon, the babbling water seemed to become frantic, and it sounded even louder.

The road ahead widened and began to slope upwards, with some greenery appearing around it.

Viktor could even faintly smell a fruity aroma.

"It stinks."

However, Miles, who was behind Victor, covered his nose.

Victor frowned slightly and couldn't help but turn around to look. He saw Miles and a group of townspeople covering their noses and immediately realized that something was wrong.

Why do these people smell a foul odor, while I smell the complete opposite?

Thinking this, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

I remember now, thanks to my senior, I'm immune to bad smells now.

"I just didn't expect that the so-called immunity to odor would turn stench into fragrance. But... my senior already had a putrid smell, yet I couldn't smell anything."

Viktor turned his head, his eyes now calm, but he had actually activated his magical vision using [Magic Affinity].

Under his observation, a gentle, chaotic magical energy was flowing through the air, seemingly harmless.

"Don't be alarmed, it's just the foul odor released by the magical plant as a form of self-protection."

Based on experience, Victor uses the low channel.

Upon hearing this, Miles immediately blushed.

He was the only one who spoke up instinctively, while none of the slaves in his own territory commented on the stench.

"You must establish a good image."

As he thought this, he also observed his surroundings.

When he first came to the underground jungle, he didn't enter through this path. Instead, he was discovered by the monster shortly after entering the jungle and almost killed.

Even now, although he has the courage to return to this place, he still finds it hard to forget what happened back then.

It was that terrifying memory that made him easily notice the unusual sound of the river flowing.

"Clap, clap..."

Every now and then, a few white streams would fall from the sloping river and crash into the water, creating a few strange noises.

The further they went, the more pronounced the sound became.

Gradually, the townspeople who lagged behind also sensed that something was amiss.

After becoming part of Miles' territory, they ventured into the underground jungle in an attempt to expand their territory.

During one of their expeditions, they were attacked by the "embodiment of greed," resulting in heavy losses.

Later, in order to investigate the monster's weaknesses, they came to this place many times, although they did not find any useful information.

However, it was quite clear that such unusual water sounds should not be heard here.

"Wait a minute."

Viktor had already noticed the unusual situation around him. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, raised his hand to stop everyone, and stared intently at the air.

Within the magical field of vision, three mixed streams of magic floated in the air.

A purple, ink-like substance dispersed in the air, and just seeing this magic made Victor feel as if he could hear chewing sounds.

How could Victor not know what that greedy smell was?

"This is his, but what about the other two?"

Viktor glanced back at the group and said silently, "I'll go check it out."

After saying that, he quickly rushed up the slope.

Miles understood his lip movements but didn't follow, while Mikander rushed forward a few steps behind him.

"What are you doing?"

Fortunately, someone immediately pulled him back and whispered a reprimand: "Don't hold the mage back, and there's clearly something going on."

......

Meanwhile, Viktor had given up on hiding himself.

He ran through the bushes, and as a vine whip lashed out from the side, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The next second, the mage drew his sword and cleaved the vine whip in two.

Victor ran faster and faster, his gaze fixed on the area where the magic was most concentrated.

Under the magical vision, two shades of blue and purple magic intertwined, completely obscuring the sky.

He had already sensed that the other two magical energies were not released by strangers, but were two familiar magical energies.

"boom!"

Upon hearing the loud noise, he instinctively withdrew his magical vision and stared intently, immediately seeing a long, scarlet tongue colliding with a fireball.

Upon impact, a girl was thrown away.