Under Ren's instruction, Feng Peng detoured for hundreds of miles in the swamp, far away from the area where the dragon's nest was.

The metal mark in the induction was getting farther and farther away, and it was still circling around the dragon's nest. Only then did Ren feel completely relieved, and said with a smile, "It's impossible for them to catch up."

"Are you sure?" Feng Peng, who was below him, asked.

Ren has some understanding of the character of this black dragon. He is cautious and cunning, and his mind is also very keen. He can often detect hidden information in just a few words, but sometimes he is too suspicious, and looks like "there is always a trickster thinking." hurt me" mentality.

It's not that the black dragon doesn't believe in himself, but he wants to take a side view of the means by which he can sense the target's position.

Obviously, he was frightened by the previous tracking.

Ren replied inexplicably, "Believe it or not."

The black dragon fell silent, Ren was on his back, and the eyes of the soul could only see the color of his soul changing from time to time through a hazy layer, his mind was active, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He sensed Emily's position.

After Emily teleported out of the Dragon's Nest, she obeyed her own arrangement, used up the remaining number of portals on the Arcane Torrent Staff in one go, and flew directly to the direction of Haytok.

From Miremarsh to Hightok, it is no longer necessary to climb the Stano Mountains.

This mountain range extends from Wansongling. As long as you fly in the southeast direction, pass through the vast and cold Wansongling, or go all the way east to the Qiandao Sea, and go south along the coastline, you can eventually return to Haitou. gram.

At this moment, Emilys has left the Deep Mire Swamp.

Feng Peng's speed is faster than the Copper Dragon and Frost Sea Dragon. It only takes half a day to catch up with them. Ren pointed out the direction to Feng Peng.

However, Feng Peng suddenly changed shape.

The broad wings converged inward, and the body size also shrunk a lot, turning into a strange light blue griffin in an instant.

The body of the griffin is very strong, a bit larger than the Royal Griffin, with a body length of nearly seven meters, and every feather on the body is looming, with only a little light blue, translucent from head to tail, and is covered by a Surrounded by an illusory dim light, there is only an extremely subtle sound when flying, and the effect is comparable to invisibility.

Ren, who was riding on the back of the griffin, was also shrouded in a layer of dim light, obscuring his figure.

He recognized it as a very rare griffin.

He couldn't help being a little surprised, and asked, "Why are you turning into an ethereal griffin?"

The griffin continued to fly, and it was difficult to find its existence on the ground, but its speed was much slower than Feng Peng, even slower than the dragon, and it was almost impossible to catch up with Emilys.

"Fengpeng is too eye-catching." Hei Long explained: "According to my experience, the ethereal griffin is the most suitable form for long-distance flight, and it is much safer than Fengpeng."

This reason is barely plausible, but not sufficient.

Feng Peng, who was transformed into a black dragon, has legendary strength and is extremely fast. There are very few creatures that can catch up with him. As long as he does not encounter a powerful opponent like the silver dragon, there is generally no danger.

He should have other thoughts.

Ren was well aware of this, but he didn't expose it, so he had to go.

The ethereal griffin took a long time to fly out of the deep mud swamp, and continued to move forward in the territory of the orc tribe, resting several times in the middle, and entering Wansongling in the evening of the next day.

Wansongling got its name because of the countless huge Korean pines growing in it. It sounds small, but it is actually a vast forest with an area comparable to four or five provinces. Half of the area is bordered by the northeast province of the empire and the northwest of the empire. The "Death Forest" of the Ministry, and is called the two green treasure houses of the empire. The overall altitude of Wansongling is not high, and there are no prominent tall mountains, but the terrain is steep and complex, covered with hills and ravines, like huge rolling mountains.

Because it is close to the north wind cold zone, the climate is cold all the year round. Except for some forest troll tribes, most of the forest in Wansongling is deserted, and there are many powerful monsters and strange monsters hidden.

Crossing the Wansong Ridge from the ground is actually very difficult and extremely dangerous.

Ren previously rode a giant dragon and flew over Wansongling directly from the sky, so he didn't feel much.

Emily was able to start her life in Hightok and connect with the centaurs of the Drogon tribe, relying on a relatively safe and hidden path she explored in Wansongling.

Through this rugged trade route, Emily can send the specialties and materials from the grasslands to the port of Hightok, sell them all over the world, exchange them for gold shields and then buy weapons and equipment to help the centaurs of the Drokken tribe rise.

Without Emilys to guide this time, Ren can only be more careful.

It was getting dark soon.

The ethereal griffin flew in the middle of the night in the dim moonlight and felt a little tired. It found a deep mountain and landed, ready to rest for a while.

Ren landed on the ground, stepped on the thick fallen leaves, and made a dull sound.

He listened carefully to the sound of all things for a while. There were many beasts that were nocturnal and active in the dark forests around them, but they were not too threatening.

The black dragon turned into a tauren druid, holding a green wooden staff, with a gentle wave, a green light sank into the towering red pine in front, and the whole tree seemed to come alive, with branches more than ten meters above the ground. Swaying growth, vines twine, and a spacious treehouse is built in half a minute.

He flew to the door of the tree house and made an inviting gesture with one hand: "Lord Count, please come in."

Ren was amazed in his eyes. I have to say that Druids are really at ease in the forest.

He flashed up and walked into the tree house. The wooden floor was flat and the walls were airtight, blocking the cold wind at night and feeling very warm.

The tauren also walked in, the branches behind him automatically closed and the door was closed.

After he entered the door, he deformed again, and the tauren's tall body shrunk down, turning into a well-proportioned human male in a blink of an eye.

This is the first time that the black dragon has shown human form in front of Ren. He looks very young, only in his early twenties. He has fair complexion and long black hair, which is simply tied behind his head and wears a delicate aristocratic long dress. , every move reveals a noble demeanor.

His appearance is extremely handsome, even more than Renne, and it can even be described as beautiful.

This outfit also tends to be neutral. The black eyes seem to be able to speak, and the temperament is slightly feminine. If it is not clear that this black dragon is a male, at first glance, it is easy to mistake him for a lady.

Heilong flipped his palm and took out a complete set of tables and chairs and placed them in the wooden house.

He sat down gracefully, and took out one thing after another and placed it on the table. Exquisite tea sets, black tea, fine wine, fragrant snacks, and crystal lamps like works of art. The elegant light illuminated the wooden house. Another incense burner was lit, and the atmosphere became a little weird.

Heilong looked up at Ren and said softly, "Sir Count, please sit down and have a taste of the snacks and tea I brought from Brantania, whether it suits your taste."

Ren was shocked.

Heilong's voice has also changed, and it has become a bit undifferentiated between men and women, and his tone is exactly the same as that of a noble lady.

"Cough..." Ren coughed dryly to hide his embarrassment, pulled out the chair and sat down opposite the black dragon, but didn't touch the food, and asked directly, "Aegon, what the **** are you doing?"

"Please don't think too much, I just want to have a heart-to-heart with the adults." Heilong smiled, although he still had the face of a man, he somehow felt a little thrilling.

"Fuck!"

Ren screamed secretly, he has never seen this scene before, how can a man be so coquettish? He complained in his heart, but his face remained calm: "If you have something to say, just say it."

At this time, he understood that the black dragon turned into an ethereal griffin to slow down its flight speed, in fact, to create time to be alone with himself.

Aegon poured a cup of black tea, put the orchid finger in his right hand, and took a sip to his mouth, and then said, "Lord Count, Emilys retakes the throne of Congatro in order to persuade the lord to help her restore her country. , must have paid a great price? I wonder if I can ask for advice, what are the current plans?"

Ren couldn't help looking at the black dragon.

His tone and demeanor did not look like a giant dragon at all, and he considered more things than Galaderos and Sindara, but more like a real human being.

As expected, she has been a countess in Brantania for more than 20 years.

Ren felt the need to smack the black dragon, and said solemnly: "Conquering Congatro is Emily's dream, and it is also the grand plan of Wezeland Floating City, you just need to follow the orders, don't ask about our plans casually, Don't bother with your careful thoughts. If you delay things, don't blame me for being rude."

Aegon shook the teacup in his hand, splashing a few drops of black tea, and exclaimed in shock, "Vizeland Floating City!"

He thought that Emily was just talking about moving Ren alone, but he didn't expect Wezeland Floating City to get involved. As one of the three major forces of the empire, the weight of Wezeland Floating City is too heavy, and the possibility of Emilys regaining the throne is greatly increased.

Aegon hurriedly lowered his head, "My lord, I'm just curious, and have no other ideas."

"That's good." Ren said lightly.

The eyes of the soul were blocked, so he couldn't see whether the black dragon was speaking, but he was not particularly worried. This black dragon was a wise guy who knew how to weigh the interests and risks. Forgive him, he didn't dare to cause trouble for Weizelan.

There was silence in the treehouse, only the sound of Aegon drinking tea and eating snacks.

Ren didn't eat his food. He took a few pieces of dry food from his ring and ate some casually to simply fill his stomach.

He was also a man, and his eating appearance and food were in stark contrast to Aegon's.

In the process of recovering his stamina, Aegon rolled his eyes and suddenly asked, "Lord Count, what do you think of my shape-shifting ability?"

"Very clever, more powerful than anyone I've ever met." Ren commented frankly.

This is the truth. He doesn't know much about Transfiguration. Wezeland also has several "Variety Wizards" from the Soul Master School, and one of them is a legend, but their transformation ability is more than eight blocks worse than Aegon's.

It is absolutely a miracle for a black dragon to be a part-time Druid, and to practice Transfiguration to this point.

Aegon was very happy to hear what Ren said.

He said with a mysterious look: "Sir, I'm telling you a secret, please don't spread it out, even Her Royal Highness Emily can't tell it." Before Ren refused, he told the secret, "Actually, I am not Druid~lightnovelpub.net~ Ren didn't want to know any secrets, but when he heard it, he couldn't help but be surprised and asked:

"You're not a Druid, how did you get deformed?"

"I rely on a strange thing."

Aegon opened his collar, and there was a soft branch on his slender neck, like a necklace, with a piece of wood the size of a palm hanging from the bottom. The wood chips are rough in workmanship, and there is a pale green simple rune in the middle, which looks like a hand-made talisman.

However, Ren felt a vast and mysterious power on this wooden amulet.

This is the power of nature, pure and fresh.

Ren took a breath, as if he was in a dream full of vitality, and the world tree in his soul trembled slightly, which was the effect of the soul-melting seed.

He suddenly realized that this amulet was actually made from the heart of the World Tree!

Combined with Aegon's words, Ren immediately recognized the origin of this strange object. He had seen information about it in a book that introduced various great Druids in history.

He searched on his mobile phone and got an immediate result. Among them, several pictures were exactly the same as the amulet in front of him, and he couldn't help but blurt out:

"Selana's haunting talisman!"

This amulet is a legendary treasure!

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