Tracking was a type of divine spell that was difficult to replace with spells.
Biolocation could only be used on targets that the caster had seen before. Tracking, on the other hand, was different. This divine spell only needed a little bit of the target's body fluid, hair, skin, or even old clothes to lock onto the target. Tracking was more effective than biolocation and had a larger range. It was also not resisted by spells such as detection avoidance.
Usefulness and rarity naturally meant that it was expensive. Tracking was a level-four divine spell like biolocation, but it was twice as expensive as ordinary level-four magic items. The market price was more than 13,000 crowns.
Moreover, such divine items were mostly priceless and rarely appeared on the market.
Usually, only those who had made great contributions to the Church or those who were extremely important would possess divine items.
Why would such an item fall into the hands of a nobody like Hogan? There must be a story behind it.
However, Feng Chou was not interested in Hogan's story.
Since such a divine item was rare, Feng Chou certainly could not show that he knew it.
He looked at Hogan warily and said, "Who knows if this is some evil magic item or a cursed item? I don't dare to drip my blood on it."
Hogan explained, "This is a tracking ring. It needs a drop of the target's blood to lock onto the target and guide the tracking."
As he spoke, he took off the ring and drew the long sword at his waist. He made a cut on his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood, dripping it onto the ruby on the surface of the ring.
The blood disappeared instantly when it touched the ruby.
Hogan handed the ring that had absorbed the blood to Feng Chou and taught him the spell to activate the ring.
Feng Chou put the ring on his finger and recited a short spell according to Hogan's teaching. He immediately felt that he had established some kind of connection with Hogan. It seemed that he could feel his presence and location no matter where Hogan was.
Seeing that he understood the function of the ring, Hogan said, "This is a tracking ring. With just a drop of blood, it can lock onto the target. Within 30 kilometers, no matter where the target is hiding, he will be sensed."
"As long as you leave a drop of blood on this ring, I will rest assured that you won't take it all for yourself."
Hearing Hogan's words, Feng Chou frowned, seemingly hesitating.
In fact, he was wondering why Hogan described this level four item as the effect of a level two divine spell, Lesser Tracking.
'Lesser Tracking' was also a tracking divine spell, but it was only a level two divine spell. The effect of this divine spell was far inferior to Tracking. Not only did it require a drop of blood from the target, but the tracking range was also only 30 kilometers.
However, a lesser tracking divine item was even rarer than a tracking divine item. Very few gods would stoop so low to create such a low-level divine item.
In fact, the vast majority of divine items were above the intermediate level. Low-level divine items were very rare. Most of them were made by demigods or false gods.
Hogan described a level 4 divine spell item as a level 2 item, most likely to lower Feng Chou's vigilance. If Feng Chou believed the other party's nonsense, he would most likely be tricked to death.
Seeing Feng Chou's hesitation, Hogan said again, "Of course, if you don't want to, we can also exchange. You stay here, and I will go to the Fishtail Mountain. But I still have the same request. I will lend you this Lesser Tracking Ring, and you will lend me the Invisible Ring and the Dwarven Flintlock."
Hearing Hogan's words, Feng Chou was very tempted for a second.
But it was only for a second. Compared to this tracking ring, Feng Chou valued his own life more.
So, after hesitating for a moment, he agreed to leave a drop of blood on the tracking ring.
Anyway, with the powerful tracking function, there was no need for blood to lock onto him. Asking for a drop of his blood was probably just Hogan trying to confuse him.
After leaving a drop of blood, Feng Chou went into the forest in the west with a face full of anger.
Looking at Feng Chou's back, Hogan frowned. For some reason, he always felt that there was something wrong with this Allen. The reason why he wanted to show the tracking ring just now was, on the one hand, to deter him from the idea of taking it all for himself, but more importantly, to test the other party.
The other party would rather go to the Fishtail Mountain than lend him the Dwarven Flintlock. This made Hogan vigilant. This was clearly a very high level of vigilance against him!
Why was the other party so wary of him?
Was he also planning to take advantage of him?
Hogan took out the tracking ring to test the other party. He felt that if the other party wanted to take advantage of him, he would never leave his blood on the ring.
But Feng Chou kept it.
He would rather leave his blood on the tracking ring and go to the Fishtail Mountain than to give him the Dwarven Flintlock. Why?
Thinking of this, Hogan gently took out a scroll from the leather bag at his waist and softly spat out a simple password. The scroll was activated.
Under the effect of "Secret Vision", Hogan saw that Feng Chou's body lit up with a lot of weak magic auras. These auras were all magic items that had not been activated. There were quite a lot of types, but what was different from what he thought was that there were no activated magic effects on the other party.
In other words, Allen's appearance was not disguised by magic.
But this did not make Hogan put down his doubts.
After entering the forest and making sure that he was out of Hogan's sight, Feng Chou's body suddenly disappeared. A Green Owl suddenly appeared out of thin air. With a flap of its wings, it soared into the sky and flew towards Amborite Town twenty kilometers away.
The Green Owl lived up to its reputation as the fastest flying common bird. In just a few minutes, it had crossed over twenty kilometers and arrived in the sky above Amborite Town.
It silently landed on the roof of Amborite Castle and hid behind a statue.
At this moment, the castle was still quiet. Obviously, Cary had not returned with the news.
Qing Xiao waited quietly for a short while. A knight in armor, without a helmet and without a weapon, staggered into the city gate that had just been opened and ran all the way to the gate of the castle.
This knight in a sorry state was naturally Cary.
He was blocked by the knights and guards guarding the castle, but he only said one sentence and the guards let him pass.
After rushing into the castle, Cary went straight to the upper floors.
At the entrance to the hall on the upper floor, he was once again blocked by the Baron's personal guards.
As soon as Cary opened his mouth, the guards at the door panicked. One of them turned around and rushed into the hall without hesitation.
Not long after, the Baron quickly walked down the red carpeted spiral staircase with disheveled clothes.
When he saw Cary from afar, he shouted, "Cary, you said Cizé was kidnapped?
What happened? "
Cary knelt on the ground and cried, "Sir, it's Hogan. He and someone with a terrifying flintlock killed the others and kidnapped Young Master Cizé. I was the only one who came back to report. He wants two hundred and fifty thousand crowns worth of magic gems …"
Baron Amborite heard Cary's words and roared angrily as he rushed down the stairs. He threw a wooden shelf with exquisite porcelain on it to the ground.