Chapter 1088: Soul Interrogation, Blade Vault, Big Jackpot!_3

All the items in the treasure cave space surround the central stand of the cave like stars surrounding the moon.

On top of it, there is a dark red gemstone box!

Ark walked over and picked up the gemstone box.

It was heavy in hand and emitted a refreshing fragrance.

Given how Tyrone valued this gemstone box, its value must be higher than that of the other items in the cave.

What exactly is contained in this box?

With a sense of anticipation, Ark opened the lid of the box.

The imagined dazzling brilliance and radiant scene did not appear.

Inside the box, on a base made of unknown material, quietly lay an ordinary tree branch.

What on earth is this thing?

Why would Tyrone treasure it like a gem?

Picking up the tree branch to study for a while, Ark asked, “Tell me what this thing is?”

Tyrone’s soul focused on the tree branch and stammered, “…life…death…tree…spirit!”

Ark’s eyes gleamed; as the master of the Death Elf Vigus, he was quite familiar with various elf resources even if he didn’t know them inside out, as he sought to help Vigus grow and evolve.

The life and death tree spirit is a mutated offspring of the Elf Race’s holy relic, the [Tree of Life], and greatly benefits elf-like races with life or death attributes.

Judging by the powerful aura on this life and death tree spirit, it could potentially enhance even the Golden Level elves.

This is practically a tailor-made resource for Vigus.

After checking that there were no magic traps around, Ark summoned Vigus.

Vigus flapped her wings, gasped at the sight of the life and death tree spirit, then couldn’t resist hugging Ark’s neck and gave a big kiss.

“Master, you’re amazing.”

Ark patted her little head and said with a smile, “Your luck is good too. Just wipe out an Esoteric Rebel Army and you’ll have suitable gains. Quickly take it and digest it well. Hurry to break into the Golden Rank so you can work well for me.”

Vigus is now equivalent to a miniature Silver Upper Rank undead mage and therefore also has her personal tomb space.

Letting her digest the life and death tree spirit herself, Ark turned his gaze towards the great furnace in the corner of the treasure cave.

Ark’s personal strength had reached a bottleneck now, but his equipment and marvels were far lacking.

Previously, he captured a well-crafted frost battle hammer from Viscount Landri of Calamity Sun Demon Country.

Upon appraisal, it turned out to be a rare purple-quality demonized weapon.

Though of good quality, it was of little use to Ark and his undead underlings.

Thus, Ark thought of smelting it into his own frost skeleton fear magic staff to see if he could enhance it to rare purple quality.

In recent times, through constant looting, his sub-profession as a forging master advanced to expert level, theoretically capable of forging or enhancing rare purple-quality equipment.

The only thing lacking was the site and raw materials for forging equipment.

Now, looking at Tyrone’s leftover high-level furnace, Ark felt intrigued.

This forging furnace seems to tap into the deep underground magma fire, providing immense heat.

Maybe he could try forging rare purple-quality equipment.