What kind of wizard are you if you don't have any entries?

The intense dizziness made Verin feel lightheaded and unsteady, making it difficult for him to maintain his balance.

Fortunately, Vilin already knew that the vortex teleportation in the [Magic Rune Origin Land] would have such a short-term side effect.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he quickly extended his spiritual tentacles, thus shaking off the dizziness and regaining his balance.

A moment later, Vilin had fully recovered.

Magic Particles!

Abundant magical energy particles!

The moment the mental tentacles reached out, Verin sensed the abundant magical energy particles in the environment.

The spiritual tentacles wriggled and crawled around outside, and it felt unusually comfortable.

"The concentration of magical energy particles is so high, at least five or six times that of the Holy Ship."

"In the past two weeks since I came here, I haven't done anything. Just being a Voldemort-like figure, hiding here to meditate and cultivate has been a huge win."

"So this is the [Origin of Magic Runes]? It's a really nice place."

While Vilin was secretly alarmed, he also cautiously observed this dangerous place where magic runes originated.

In the sky, a hazy "sun" emitted a dark red light, which was clearly not the "sun" that Verin knew.

Looking out, vast forests of witch trees appear and disappear in the mist.

Occasionally, strange bird calls or monster roars could be heard.

A closer look reveals that these "witch trees" are not simply trees, but more like some kind of living creature, slowly stretching out their claw-like branches and wriggling gently in the air.

If anyone truly believes that these witch trees are slow-moving and can be traversed, the consequences are self-evident.

"It is the Old Witch Forest."

Verin frowned.

【Old Witchwood】is the location where the entry 【Tree Shepherd】is obtained.

It is said that only by using a certain "living wood" as a medium can one be qualified to enter the forest hut deep within the Old Witch Forest to obtain the entries.

Only those who possess the [Tree Shepherd] attribute are eligible to return alive; those who do not will become nourishment for the Old Witchwood Forest.

The term "Tree Shepherd" allows one to communicate with trees. All activity within the forest can be perceived by the Tree Shepherd, and trees can even be trained into "Tree People" to fight for them.

In forest areas, the [Tree Shepherd] stat is undoubtedly very powerful and can even be developed as a core stat.

But the problem is that all that's outside is an endless desert.

Planting trees in the desert is incredibly difficult, so the "Tree Shepherd" entry doesn't offer much room for development.

At this moment, Vilin was standing on the steep slope of the cliff.

Not only are there dense clusters of various witch trees at the foot of the mountain, but tall and short "witch trees" can also be seen everywhere on the cliff face.

Some of the closer witch trees seemed to have sensed Vilin's location, and slowly stretched out their branches and claws, reaching towards Vilin.

A thin layer of gray mist drifted by, and under the dark red sun, the whole world was bathed in an eerie crimson hue.

The only thing that reassured Verin was that he was not standing on barren ground, but on man-made stone steps.

The stone steps descend into the old witch forest, where there are no living trees in Vilin, so there's no way to get in.

Looking up at the steps leading up to him, Verin pondered for a moment before carefully beginning to climb them.

Although, given his silver and gold tier attributes, he's likely to land in a good place.

But it's always good to be careful. Not to mention, the surrounding witch trees don't care what his words are; in their hands, they're all just flesh and blood nourishment.

Vilin carefully climbed the steep and rugged mountain steps.

Meanwhile, the Land of Shared Magic Runes gradually became lively as wizard apprentices entered.

Some lucky guys find resources in the places they settle down.

Some unfortunate wizard apprentices ended up in monster lairs and were relentlessly hunted down by the monsters.

Of course, there are also some extremely unlucky guys...

"ah--"

Just as Vilin stopped to examine the intricate array of witch trees blocking his path.

A piercing scream suddenly came from the old witch forest not far away.

Vilin looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the canopies of a large number of witch trees were swaying, like hungry wolves devouring their prey.

"Did some unlucky guy land directly in the Old Witchwood Forest and die instantly?"

Weilin's expression turned somewhat solemn.

"This place of shared magical runes is extremely dangerous, even just the places to land are dangerous. I wonder how Agrann has managed to ensure his safety after coming in so many times. Could it be... that he has some kind of magical artifact that guarantees his safe landing?"

After a moment's thought, Weilin turned his gaze back to the mountain path ahead.

Through the mist and trees, the end of the road could be vaguely seen.

However, the dense branches and claws of the witch tree blocked their way.

Previously, Verin had also tried using tentacle missiles to blast open the claws of these witch trees, but the effect was mediocre.

While he was pondering, the sorcery in Verin's hands was already prepared.

【Soul Whip】

An invisible, thorny, whip-like force of soul power suddenly lashed down.

The witch trees that were struck shook violently, and at the same time, their outstretched branches trembled and quickly retracted.

"what?"

Verin raised an eyebrow, a fleeting look of surprise crossing his face.

"The Soul Whip has such a good effect."

Are these witch trees afraid of soul attacks?

"There was no information on this in the previous data, but it doesn't matter much whether it was recorded or not. How many low-level wizards can master the means of soul attack?"

"Since [Soul Whip] is effective, let's try my mental tentacles."

With this thought in mind, Vilin, who was moving forward, extended his spiritual tentacles five or six meters away and lashed them down at the claws of the witch tree blocking his way.

Although the witch tree was not as violently affected by the mental tentacles as it was by the [Soul Whip] attack.

But it also quickly retracted its claws, showing signs of fear.

After passing through the area blocked by the witch tree, and arriving at the end of the road, a mountaintop platform surrounded by rocks appeared before Virin's eyes.

"Gurgle..."

The spring water is gurgling!

At the center of the mountaintop platform, a double-tiered spring, as tall as a person, gurgles and flows, with a pale golden beam of light shining down from above, making the spring water look like flowing gold.

Verin looked up and saw that the pale golden beam of light seemed to have seeped in from another dimension, shining only on the spring water.

Even someone as naive as Verin, upon seeing such a scene before him, knew that the [Golden Spring] must be something valuable.

However, Verin did not rush up.

In this dangerous place, recklessness will only lead to certain death.

Magic flowed into his eyes, and a faint golden shimmer appeared in their depths.

After observing for a while, Verin's gaze settled on a dark brown rock in the shadows.

Inside, a large, black "wild treasure chest monster" was fast asleep.

Mimic!

One of the magical creatures in the wizarding world.

Many wizards keep mimics as pets, especially witches, who love to keep all kinds of plush mimics.

Furthermore, the Mimic is a treasure trove from head to toe.

The mimic's "monster leather" can be used to alchemize and create a magic bag that can carry a lot of items.

Although it doesn't have the amazing space of a "space ring", it is cheaper to make.

This time, a group of young wizard apprentices who entered the Land of Magic Runes all carried "magic bags".

Secondly, the mimic's slime has a restorative effect on some damaged magical items, and it is also one of the materials for alchemy and potions.

Finally, there's the mimic itself.

After all, as "treasure chest monsters," they often have some good stuff inside them.

With his gaze fixed on the golden cascading spring, Verin examined it for a moment before beginning his preparations for battle.

That wild mimic was huge, like a wild calf, and was obviously not easy to deal with. Verin needed to make more preparations.