The Nightmare Flower was an extremely rare magic plant.
Because its petals and branches are bright red, it is often transplanted by people who do not know why it is in their own gardens or homes. Never in their wildest dreams would they have imagined that they had invited a flower of death that could kill without leaving a trace.
The Nightmare Flower could slowly absorb the spiritual force of living beings around it, causing them to become mentally exhausted. If it was a regular person, they would often be tired and have nightmares in their sleep, which was why it was called the Nightmare Flower.
As the Nightmare Flower absorbed divine force through a spiritual force field, and the process was very slow, regular people who were being absorbed would not be able to sense it at all. Hence, those who lusted after its beauty and transplanted it near their residences would eventually die of mental exhaustion for unknown reasons.
Of course, such low-grade magic plants would not be able to cause any harm to Magi. After all, with Magi's acute spiritual force, they could easily sense the strange spiritual force field of the Nightmare Flower.
According to what Bliss knew, the Nightmare Flower that continuously absorbed the spiritual force of humans for ten years could be used to concoct a special 'Speed Thought Potion'. This' Speed Thought Potion 'was a rank 2 potion even in the Magus World, and could continuously replenish spiritual force for half an hour.
If he could drink a bottle of the Speed Thought Potion before advancing to a rank 2 Magus, the difficulty of breaking through would definitely be much lower.
Hence, when he saw the name 'Flower of Misfortune' on the list of items, Bliss was slightly startled. He could not help but reach out with his strange pincer, using the sharp tip of his pincer to lift the sheepskin scroll and whispered, "What does this Flower of Misfortune look like? Describe it to me …"
Seeing that there was a chance, the burly slave immediately leaned over in a fawning manner. He did not seem to mind Bliss's non-human pincer at all, and used a fawning voice to describe the appearance, age, and quality of the 'Flower of Misfortune' in detail.
After listening to the description, the Lich Bliss immediately muttered to himself.
To be honest, he did not have much hope before asking. After all, this was the Faen Plane, not the Magus World. Though the names of the two flowers were similar, they could be two completely different magic plants in different planes.
However, through Leylin's description, Bliss was certain that the Misfortune Flower that grew in Faern was the rarer Nightmare Flower in the Magus World.
Of course, the Faern Dimension also had a large number of Spell Casters, so they had also discovered the strange characteristics of a magic plant like the Doom Flower. However, the alchemy system of the Faern Plane was far less developed than that of the Sorcerer World, and it was difficult to extract the spiritual force from the Flower of Misfortune through effective means.
Hence, in the Magus World, a single Nightmare Flower was worth 6000 magic crystals, but in the Faern Plane, it was only a supplementary alchemy material. Its base value was around 200-300 magic crystals.
Perhaps it was because of the scarcity of Flowers of Misfortune and the difference in their names that the Pale Witches did not discover them. Otherwise, such a good thing would never have fallen into Blitz's lap.
Without hesitation, Bliss pulled the slave leader to a corner and started a half-serious, half-fake discussion.
Although the slave leader saw that this batch of Flowers of Misfortune seemed to be more important to the other party, he still did not ask for too much out of consideration.
After a round of haggling, Bliss transferred his quota of 15 elven slaves to the slave leader, while the other party took out four stalks of Misfortune Flowers that were all older than 20 years.
After successfully stowing the four stalks of Misfortune Flowers into his waist pouch, all that was left was for the other party to choose the elven slaves.
The other party had obviously already chosen the goods here, and very quickly picked out the elven slaves that he liked. His choice was even more out of Bliss's expectations.
If Bliss were to choose, he would definitely choose those with high elemental affinity and powerful abilities. However, the slave leader had chosen all grade 1 combatants, and their occupations included archers, wizards, and druids.
But … But he had actually given up on the few high-grade elves, and chose the beginner-grade ones instead.
Bliss's green eyes scanned the elves many times, and he was shocked to discover that the elves that the other party had chosen were not the strongest, but those graceful and tall bodies, those well-proportioned bodies, and those youthful and beautiful faces … The elves' slender and gentle beauty were all vividly displayed!
After choosing the slaves, the native young lady waved a crystal rod and removed the protective spell formation of the wooden cages. She unlocked the door and chased the selected elves out one by one.
The elves in the wooden cages immediately cried and cursed, and the entire scene turned into a mess.
However, under the dual effects of the Sealing Spell and the Weakening Spell, the elves that had once dominated the Illusory Magic Forest were now soft-footed crabs. The native young lady was at best an ordinary person, and her muscles were not strong enough. However, when she was angry, she could casually fling a sword dancer who was wielding an elven saber and carving flowers to the ground.
Looking at the elves who were once invincible in the past, only to be reduced to weaklings at the mercy of others, an indescribable sadness and sorrow made all of the elves burst into tears.
Not only did the people present not feel the slightest bit of sympathy for the cries of the weak, they instead laughed heartily, taking pleasure in their misfortune.
After the transaction was completed, Bliss did not leave immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze to the other slave leaders and representatives of the merchant association.
"Since you're here, why don't you take out whatever good stuff you have for me to see!"
The transaction between the Insect Lich Bliss and the slave leader had long since caused a few of his companions to feel an unbearable itch. They immediately swarmed over and took out the transaction list that they had meticulously prepared.
However, after Bliss's careful sweep, he really did find two rare materials that he was interested in, the Red Scaled Monarch Bug and the Dragon Poison Potion.
The former was a strange bug with tough red scales, while the latter was a type of highly toxic potion.
Even though he could not confirm their effects for the time being, collecting and studying them could be beneficial to Bliss's insect army in the future.
These rare materials had either been overlooked by the Pale Witches, or they did not care about such 'small profits'. Since they had somehow fallen into Bliss's hands, he naturally would not let them go so easily.
Bliss spent the rest of his time in the slave market. Not only did he happily trade away his family's rewards, he even spent more than half of the twenty thousand Magic Crystals he had just gotten.
What he got in return was a large number of exotic plants, as well as some strange bugs and poisonous ants.
Bliss had never felt so strongly before. Conquering in other dimensions was indeed the best shortcut to getting rich!
…
Just as Bliss was indulging in the joy of treasuring in another dimension, Grimm, the leader of the Crimson Family, was receiving a mysterious guest in the Wizard's Pagoda.
To be honest, even Grimm did not expect that he would have an 'acquaintance' visiting him in another dimension.
"Lord Armes, I didn't expect you to still be in the Faern Dimension."
Grimm was surprised as he sat in his residence, leisurely tasting the fragrant wine in his hand.
The newcomer removed the hood on his head, revealing a head full of blue hair that was densely covered in lightning and flickering sparks. Coupled with his handsome and robust face, he gave off an oppressive feeling of power without being angry.
It was the level 3 Thunder Dragon Armes!
Armes stood proudly and glanced around with his strange amber eyes. "You wizards are indeed the most powerful spellcasters in the multiverse. You can build such a powerful magic structure even in a foreign world." Armes clicked his tongue and said, "You wizards are indeed the most powerful spellcasters in the multiverse! No wonder you could survive the attacks of the natives … "
Grimm did not know whether to laugh or cry as he listened to Armes flattering him.
"Lord Armes, we're old acquaintances who have worked together many times. If you have any requests, I'll do my best to help! "
To be honest, the level 3 Thunder Dragon had taken a huge risk to visit Grimm in disguise.
Where was this?
This was a Wizard Tower guarded by a level 4 Witch!
No matter how powerful the Grade 3 Thunder Dragon was, once it attracted the attention of the Witch in the tower, she could capture it alive in minutes and make it her own way. That was why he would not dare to step into the Wizard's Tower if he did not have confidence in Grimm.
Last time, he had been completely sealed, and Grimm had not done anything to him. This time, he was in someone else's Wizard Tower. Even if Grimm betrayed the Thunder Dragon, he would not be the one to benefit the most. Armes was even more certain that Grimm would not betray him.
However, as a rank 3 dragon, asking a rank 2 Magus for help, this … This was a little hard to say!
"Oh … I heard that in half a month … you'll be opening the Dimension Door to return to the Wizard World?" Armes had said a simple sentence, but it was unclear.
But Grim still understood what he was saying.
"That's right. The Dimension Door will open in 14 days." Grimm looked at Armes in surprise, "Do you want to go to the Wizard World with us, Lord?"
It was no wonder that Grimm was so surprised. The day the Dimension Door opened was when the Witches were most vigilant. No matter how good the level 3 Thunder Dragon Transformation Spell was, it would be difficult to sneak through. Grimm had summoned the Grade 3 Thunder Dragon from Lance Plane to Faern Plane. If it wanted to go back, it could easily teleport back using the power of the contract. Why would it need to go through the Sorcerer World?
"Don't worry, Lord. If you want to go to Lance Realm, I might be able to help you."
"What if there are too many people?"
"Oh?"
"Eleven dragons. Can you help me transport them back to Lance?"
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