Max Level Miscellaneous Character

Ivan grabbed the spear and swung it. The branches of the trees that had been attacking him burst out.

Pak!

Without having to move even a single step, he simply moved the spear to clear the attack and then glanced at the elves. A tree branch pierced in there like a spear, but it was blocked by a transparent barrier and there was no damage.

‘Well, elves won’t get hurt just by this.”

Whii-ng!

The spirit of the wind raged wildly. A sharp wind cut through the thick trees and made them into piles of firewood.

Chichik, Chijik!

Lightning flashed out from Ivan’s body, hitting nearby trees. After splitting it in half like that, it became quiet again.

It was quite tough and sturdy, but at least it was wood.

They were crazy trees trying to eat people, but it wasn’t to the point of panicking.

“It’s not a big deal because the guys who passed by have cleaned it up once and moved on.”

Saying so, Ivan rummaged through the piles of wood on the ground. If it smells good, smoked with this, the dish would be quite delicious. The trees killed humans and use them as their own food, so if you cook with this, you’ll lose your appetite.

“The trees here are not normal.”

The elves looked around and frowned. Showing an unpleasant expression unlike the usual. For the elves of the forest, this was such a painful place.

“It is a place that is twisted because it is too full of vitality. If even ordinary grass grew here, it would be enough to become a monster.”

“Ivan Esirsson, you seem familiar with this place. We are asking for information.”

“I don’t know at all. Because my purpose is the relic lying here in the first place.”

Ivan, who spun his spear round and wrapped around his shoulder, began to speak.

“Once upon a time, perhaps a hundred years ago, a mad wizard stole a treasure from the tower and fled. To prolong his dying life and further explore the mystery of life.”

It was here that the wizard, who had been running around to avoid the pursuit of the tower, finally settled down and took refuge.

Twisted Nest of Life. A terrible dungeon created by a mad wizard and a stolen relic.

“What the hell is that treasure the demon worshipers are after?”

“It’s called a life orb. It has enormous vitality, so just having it increases your stamina and heals incurable diseases or heals wounds.”

In fact, it wasn’t a very popular item in the game. The character will never get an incurable disease, and even if his stamina is low, he will recover quickly by drinking a stamina potion.

The effects listed in the settings had no meaning and were just a material item that was occasionally used when making healer-only equipment.

However, now that the game has become a reality, it was like honey to Ivan, who did not have proper recovery skills. If you can take it, you can feel a little relieved even if you get hurt.

“Life and death have two sides, so if you corrupt them and sacrifice them, you can get a very powerful power. Perhaps the warlocks are trying to use it that way.”

Having said that, Ivan stared at Elena Evenwood. It meant that he has an interest in the Orb of Life.

Whether she knew it or not, Elena nodded her head expressionlessly.