Wizard: I Brought the Wrong System

Chapter 449 Accident

Yaro wandered all the way, relying on his strength and the advantage of the space ring, the value of the materials he collected soon exceeded ten.

—With the space ring, Yaro can directly put away any valuable materials.

So much so that an incredible idea suddenly popped up in his mind: "If I use the space ring to pick up garbage, I will definitely be able to make a fortune in a short time, right?"

This is the advantage of space rings.

Practice brings true knowledge.

After just half a day wandering around the outskirts of the Dark Plains, Yaro has clearly felt that this area is not suitable for ordinary... that is, intermediate apprentices without space rings.

It's not that this place is too dangerous, but that the harvest here is not enough for the daily consumption of intermediate apprentices.

As for those water ghosts just now, even if Yaro didn't use close combat and only used small fireballs, he could easily destroy them all.

But the magic stone harvested in the end was not even enough to replenish the magic power used.

If an intermediate apprentice keeps hanging around here, there will be no hope of improving his strength.

After meditating for a day to replenish magic power, and spending a day hunting, after excluding the various potions consumed in the dark plain, the remaining magic stones may only be enough for a person to live a prosperous life for a few days in the mortal realm.

Moreover, there should be no accidents in this process. Once an accident occurs, there is no telling what will happen.

Will there be an accident in Dark Plains?

No, it should be said in other words.

—When will the accident come?

As Yaro got closer and closer to his destination, the forest island, something unexpected soon occurred.

Three pitch-black mourning birds flew out from the forest island, hovering over Yaro's head and chirping continuously.

Their voices are sharp and harsh, disgusting and ominous, just like the greedy and greasy smiles of prostitutes.

Mourning birds are a type of owl. They are pitch black and are mostly mortals. The key is that they usually like to cooperate with powerful hunters and find prey for the hunters. When the prey is killed, they will go up and share it. A cup of soup.

It is precisely because of this willingness to cooperate with other creatures that many wizards like to keep some as pets, or even directly adopt them as magic pets.

Quickly recalling the information about the mourning bird in his mind, Yaro took a deep breath, stepped into the forest in no hurry, and just waited there.

"According to the information given by Ian, a large number of snake monsters have gathered here, and it is suspected that a golden-crowned python female snake is in estrus."

Suspicion basically means not. Although the golden-crowned python female snake in estrus is strong, her weaknesses are also obvious.

And the value is extremely high, a living one can be worth hundreds of magic stones, and a dead one is worth more than a hundred.

If there really was a golden-crowned python female in estrus, it would be impossible for this kind of information to be sold out. We would have prepared the materials ourselves and captured the golden-crowned python female.

"There may not be a golden-crowned python mother, but there should be a lot of snake-like monsters. Snakes will only swallow their prey whole when they catch it. Mourning birds cannot cooperate with snake-like monsters."

So, is it a powerful monster that accidentally ran over due to its greed for poisonous snakes, or is it...

Just as Yaro was thinking and guessing, a river otter suddenly appeared from the swamp nearby, and the speaker said:

"Run! There is more than one golden-crowned python female here. In order to block the news, they will definitely kill you!"

Yaro couldn't help but frown: "Who are you? Who are they?"

Just following the news to find monsters, seems to have stepped into someone else's trap again?

Um...should I say that those who fish use bait, and those who fish for people use money?

But at this moment, the river otter's dull eyes suddenly became lively. When he noticed Yaro, he actually showed a look of confusion and panic, and with a swish, he got back into the water.

Not a supernatural creature or a familiar?

Or is it good acting?

Before Yaluo could hesitate, there was already a noisy movement in the forest island. In just a moment, a group of people rushed out menacingly.

Really human beings!

Seeing that it was not the powerful monster as expected, Yaro lost interest and immediately activated the dragon movement technique, turned around and fled in a side direction.

"Stop! Accept our inspection!"

Noticing Yaro's movements, the group became even more anxious, activating one low-level trick after another and bombarding Yaro indiscriminately.

But Yaro had already been prepared, and the location he stayed at was already a short distance away from the Forest Island.

With the assistance of the Wandering Dragon Movement Technique, Yaro walked in the swamp without any scruples. Seeing the distance getting farther and farther, the people cursed but did not continue to chase.

Only the three mourning birds were still hovering over Yarrow unwillingly, and followed Yarrow around for a long time.

Boo hoo hoo—!

With a few short bursts of sound, the three mourning birds in the sky fell to the ground.

Yaro was not surprised either. He stopped and turned around, looking calmly at the bush next to him:

"I thought you wouldn't take action."

"Hey, it's really troublesome. In fact, I don't want to take action, but you are always following my buddy, and I can't be exposed, so I have no choice but to take action."

The bushes parted, and the first thing that caught the eye was a crossbow half as tall as a man, and the creepy sharp cold light on it.

Arrow tensed his muscles.

From such a short distance, the shooter could easily shoot three mourning birds flying in the sky from such a long distance. No one dared to say that he could dodge that powerful crossbow with absolute certainty.

However, when he noticed the appearance of the person behind the crossbow out of the corner of his eye, Yaro couldn't help but have a look of astonishment in his eyes: "A demon hunter?"

Yaro then denied his judgment: "No, no...it doesn't look like it."

Although the man in front of me is tall and strong, and looks like a demon hunter, his face is covered with sparse beard. He is wearing old clothes stained with mud and fallen leaves. Leather Armor, the whole person is lazy and slovenly, and he looks like a seasoned mercenary.

There is no weird amber stasis like the Witcher at all.

"Okay, kid, even if you praise me like this, I won't let you go!"

The old mercenary snorted coldly and continued: "I think you are pitiful, so I would like to remind you with good intentions. It would be better for you to hold on to my old partner and lead those people's eyes to me."

Yaro's body tensed up quickly, and he was about to launch an attack in advance, but a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and then he smiled and relaxed.

"Me? Praise you? Is the title of demon hunter a compliment?"

Regardless of whether they are mortal nobles or the common people whom they mainly protect and shelter, they all fear and loathe demon hunters.

In addition to the poor image of demon hunters, more importantly, behind most nobles are wizard apprentices.

The existence of the witcher can neither bring benefits to the wizard apprentices, but also **** the same prey. As the mainstream voice, the nobles will naturally not say anything good about the witcher, and the common people will blindly follow them.

(End of chapter)