Chapter 472 Ice Cave
This is not the first time I have experienced Gothe's return from Yugathila.
It's just that at the beginning, because the level of Yuga Tshila was not high, the feedback it brought was very weak, and the feeling was not outstanding.
The second backfeeding, that is, the time when Yugathila was promoted from the first level to the second level, the backfeeding happened while Gothe was sleeping.
As soon as I woke up, everything was over, as if it was just a dream, so Gaode still didn't feel much.
But this time, not only was he in a conscious state, but the feedback feeling brought about by Yugathira's upgrade from the second level to the third level was several times better than before.
Gothe can clearly feel that the vitality with the unique pulse of Yuga Tshila is pouring into his limbs and bones "brutally" just like the roots of trees taking root in the earth.
That is a force several times more powerful than the last time, with a clear meaning of "continuation" and "nourishing".
This vitality appeared and surged deep into Gaode's body. Every part of his flesh and blood and meridians seemed to have countless green roots spreading along his spiritual veins.
He could clearly feel that his life rings were being silently moistened by moisturizing substances and growing quietly.
One year, two years, three years
Soon, the upper limit of Gaode's life span suddenly increased to 315 years.
As a second-level mage is promoted to a third-level mage, the upper limit of his life span is actually increased by 150 years.
The life span gain brought by the feedback alone to Gaode is already more than the benefits of promotion to the third ring.
His lifespan status immediately changed from 16/415 to 16/730.
It is true that the rate of aging cannot keep up with the rate of increase in life span.
When it comes to this situation, you can really say, "Life is just a number to me."
You must know that this is still a lifespan conversion ratio of 1%.
It is conceivable that after being promoted to the third level, Yugathira's lifespan will reach such a terrifying level!
Gothe made some calculations in his mind and calculated that the upper limit of Yugathira's lifespan at this moment should be 45,054 years.
It is already half a hundred thousand years old demon level.
Even among long-lived species such as the Demonic Tree, Yugathira has the top longevity.
But it’s not surprising, after all, Flora, who coexists with Yugatra, is a rare “seed of immortality” found in the world.
The feedback is not over yet.
While the fire of life was raging, Gothe's already strong mental power grew even more crazily.
The mental barrier that was originally stuck in front of him shattered.
The raging spiritual torrent broke through the shackles in an instant, climbing to higher places with a virtuous consciousness.
At the same time.
Gothe's consciousness became inexplicably trance-like.
The field of vision in front of him began to spin, and soon it was no longer the sea and the deck of the Columbus, but turned into countless intertwined silver roots.
These silver roots seemed to be an extension of his body, gently approaching two strange places with a high moral consciousness.
A strange world filled with countless translucent souls.
These souls carry vague sighs and murmurs, as well as many complicated and broken fragments of consciousness, gently brushing against the root system, making people feel as if the soul has been immersed in warm water, with a hint of coolness penetrating the bone marrow.
The other is a vast and ethereal colorful world, filled with countless colorful stardust.
These stardust penetrate into the consciousness along the root system, bringing with them illusions that flash quickly like a revolving lantern, and are strange and bizarre, like meteors falling from the sky.
This experience was so novel and mysterious that Gaode was a little lost.
However, the whole process was only a brief taste, so the vision in front of Gothe's eyes at the next moment had already returned to the vast sea and returned to the real world.
His consciousness became clearer than ever before, and when he carefully felt the changes in his mental power, he found that his mental strength had quietly and painlessly passed the bottleneck of 233, directly reaching 299.
Normally, the mental strength of a late-level second-level mage is 266.
Hand's mental strength not only exceeds that of a late second-level mage, but even reaches the upper limit of the second-level mage's mental strength in one fell swoop.
In other words, unless he encounters those "limit-breaking" geniuses, he will always have an absolute upper hand in the confrontation with spells related to mental strength at the same level.
Gothe, who had completely come back to his senses, was slightly dazed and almost fell to the ground.
This is the sequelae caused by a sudden surge in mental power.
Sudden surge in physical strength will result in the inability to control one's body, and the same is true for mental strength.
But as a mage, he still has this ability to adapt.
Hence, after just adapting for a while, Gaode returned to normal and fully grasped his current power.
Although his mind was no longer in a trance, it became wandering.
He was daydreaming about what abilities the third-level Yugathira would awaken.
This answer is destined to be known only when I return to the north next time.
Two more days have passed, and ten days have passed since Columbus sailed out of Valar Bay.
For those who are going to sea for the first time, once the sea voyage lasts for more than ten days, they will fall into an extremely boring stage.
The seascape that originally seemed fresh and spectacular gradually began to produce aesthetic fatigue, making people no longer interested at all.
Not to mention the same diet and almost no entertainment activities on the ship, it makes people either depressed or irritable.
But this is not a problem at all for Gaode.
First, he devoted most of his energy to practicing and studying runes.
The sea area in the North is also part of the North Territory, and it has a very obvious beneficial effect on the practice of "The Secret of Zhenbing".
With the breakthrough of spiritual power, Gaode's practice efficiency per unit time and daily practice time have been greatly improved.
With this two-pronged approach, just yesterday, his progress in practicing "The Secret of Zhenbing" reached the level of a second-class apprentice, and he is steadily moving towards a third-class apprentice.
On the other hand, using the [Super Memory] potion, Gothe also recorded many mainstream second- and third-level basic runes in the knowledge base of [Heart of the North].
What he has to do now is to turn theoretical knowledge into techniques, master these basic runes through practice, and integrate them through the combination practice of drawing compound runes.
If you have something to do, you will naturally not feel bored. It is just like changing to a retreat place.
And in this retreat, you can see the sea view every day, which is so comfortable.
As for the food problem, it is not a worry for Gaode.
One is that he can use [Magic Trick] to lightly season the food, and match it with the various fish caught every day, so that the food can be considered delicious.
In addition, even if you really get tired of eating these foods, you can at least eat one magic berry, which is enough for a day.
Entertainment Issues Through the panacea · [Hallucination] and the panacea · [Waking Dream], Gaode’s entertainment life on the ship can be described as lively and colorful.
The former allowed him to see various interesting illusions within an hour, and the latter allowed Gothe to have a waking dream that was completely under his own control and lasted for an hour.
The combination of the two provides a lot of playability and variety.
Gothe finished his practice today in the cabin, stood up and stretched, then opened the door and walked towards the deck.
His time planning is also extremely reasonable. Generally, his practice and rune time are arranged during the day.
In the evening and early morning, he would come to the deck to take a breath and enjoy the beautiful sunrise and sunset on the sea.
Coming to the deck, in addition to the orange-red sunset, Gothe also saw a desert island standing in the distance.
Everyone was not surprised by this, and they strictly followed the navigation rules and chose to stay away from and bypass this desert island. They would rather waste some time and try to avoid causing disaster.
Gothe habitually unfolds his fourth-level Mandora Magic Eye, activates his [far vision] ability, and observes the scene on the desert island.
This desert island is much larger than the ones I have seen before. It is like an ice-gray beast lying on the sea, with the cliff at its back reaching into the sky.
The cliff was cut by the sea wind and ice edges like canine teeth, casting jagged shadows in the setting sun.
The overall outline of the island looks extremely ferocious. The island is made of ink-black ice limestone. There are countless ice edges embedded between the rock layers, and the edges are as sharp as blades.
Permafrost spreads on the edge of the island, and light blue cold air seeps out from the cracks between the soil clods, covering the exposed rock formations with a layer of ice.
The surface of the ice is covered with spider web-like cracks.
But what really caught Gaode's attention was the frozen, twisted remains looming under the ice.
It looks like the skeleton of some giant sea beast, extremely huge.
But because the distance is too far, even with the help of Mandola's magic eye, Gothe cannot observe the precise details and deduce the identity of the owner of the skeleton.
However, the appearance of sea beast bones still made Gothe feel refreshed, knowing that this island was somewhat different from the desert islands he had encountered before.
He continued to observe with interest.
As his eyes moved, Gothe caught a glimpse of a gray-white cold air visible to the naked eye, floating over like clouds.
As the cold air drifted, after contact with the sea breeze, it actually condensed into solid hexagonal ice crystals like broken glass.
These ice crystals reflect a dreamy orange color under the afterglow of the setting sun.
The cold air was so special that Gothe subconsciously looked in the direction in which the cold air was coming.
Then, he noticed that there was an irregular depression near the center of the island, like a deep pit struck by a giant hammer.
The dark cave entrance is about five feet in diameter, and the icy limestone at the edge has been eroded into a canine shape.
There is a gray-white cold air lingering at the entrance of the cave. This cold air does not float in disorder, but slowly rotates in a clockwise direction, forming a vortex of about ten feet in diameter.
The cold air in the center of the vortex is the most intense, almost condensing into substance. Every time the vortex rotates once, a purer stream of cold air surges out from the entrance of the cave and accumulates in the shape of a cloud.
After the accumulation of cold air reaches a certain scale, it spreads with the sea breeze and drifts around.
Seeing this scene, Gothe's originally calm expression suddenly became serious.
After destroying the Snowfield Guardian, Gothe took the time to read through the Snowfield Guardian's collection of books and knowledge.
I don’t say that I have kept all the knowledge points in mind, but I am still very impressed with some important things.
He recognized at a glance that the depression was the "Ice Cave" where the Ice Demon was produced. It was the most important raw material production place for the advancement of the Snowfield Guardian's core spell [Ice Blade].
With such a long teaching history, the Snowfield Guardian only had seven ice caves in his hands when he was crushed by the large army of the Zhenbing Tribe.
And he, on his first voyage to the sea, discovered a new ice cave so naturally and casually?
While being surprised, Gothe also fell into hesitation.
Since he discovered the ice cave, his first thought was naturally to land on the island and try to collect the output from the ice cave.
Compared to the ice cave that is controlled by the guardian of the snowfield and whose output is harvested regularly, this ice cave that exists on an unnamed desert island in the northern sea has probably not been visited by anyone for many years.
In this case, the ice devil produced in this ice cave must have been left uncollected for many years.
It is conceivable that the number of ice demons existing in the ice caves on the desert island will be a huge number.
But he was worried.
Although in his vision of Mandola's magic eye, he found no signs of other life on the desert island.
But Gothe is not superstitious about Mandola's Magic Eye, because from his perspective, there are many blind spots that cannot be observed on the island.
What's more, the huge wreckage under the ice and the conditions that evil spirits can only form in dangerous and dark places indicate that there are some unknown stories on this island.
Without hesitation for too long, Gaode made his decision.
Because there is a fourth-ring mage traveling with him on the ship, Deputy Director Lan Wen.
Fourth Ring is nothing in the Plantagenet Dynasty, but that is because the Plantagenet Dynasty is too powerful, not because the Fourth Ring Mage is too weak.
In fact, in most small principalities, the top combat power is the fourth-ring battle mage.
With Lan Wen here, most threats can be properly resolved.
You can take a look.
Thinking like this, Gothe immediately called Lanwen and asked him to convey his request to the crew, control the direction of the Columbus, and sail towards the desert island.
Three short and one long whistles pierced the sky.
The sailors at the foremast loosened the rigging ropes, the thick hemp ropes rustled in the pulleys, and the jib spread its wings like an awakened giant bird, shaking violently in the crosswind.
The winch of the mizzen mast began to rotate. Four shirtless sailors worked together to push the wooden pole, and the inclination of the main sail changed little by little.
The friction between the canvas and the mast made a creaking sound, like an old ship stretching its muscles.
The seawater stirred up white waves on both sides of the ship, and the originally straight track gradually curved into a graceful arc.
Soon, with full adjustment, the keel of the Columbus was already pointed in the direction of the desert island.
The noise on the deck gradually subsided, except for the occasional muffled sound of the canvas stretching.
The outline of the desert island gradually became clearer in the field of vision.
The same goes for sailing on the sea.
Although the outline of the desert island is clearly visible, the actual distance is still a long way away.
Finally, almost two hours later, the entire desert island came into view, and the rough dark green icy limestone on the island could be clearly seen.
Because we don’t know the specific situation on the island, and ships are extremely important. Once there is a problem, in the vast sea, everyone on the ship will probably have to respond every day.
So Gothe was not going to let the ship land on the shore, but let the Columbus stand by in the waters outside the desert island.
"Depth sounding hammer!" The captain's voice sounded on the deck, with unquestionable majesty.
Two young sailors carried the hemp rope wrapped around the lead bob and ran to the stern of the ship. The lead bob fell into the sea with the scale line, causing a circle of fine water splashes.
The captain issued a new order.
The gears of the winch made a clicking sound, like an old clock counting.
The anchor chain slid into the sea along the chain guide hole on the side of the ship, and the water splashed on the deck, leaving dark traces.
The lead-gray anchor chain was submerged in the seawater one by one, and its length gradually exceeded several times the waterline of the ship's hull. Finally, it suddenly tightened with a muffled sound of "clang".
The sails of the front and rear masts are also reduced to the minimum area at this moment, leaving only a small amount of canvas to maintain balance, and use the weak crosswind to offset the thrust of the ocean current.
With a smooth operation, the Columbus settled in the waters outside the desert island.