The sky was already slightly white, and Lawson was carrying the 'Divine Arm Crossbow', standing on the top of the crown of a towering ancient tree in the forest, constantly twitching his nose, sniffing something in the air.

He'd been tracking Senna all night.

Last night, he shot Senna out of the air with his 'Divine Arm Crossbow' and rushed to the place where Senna fell, but he didn't find Senna's body. It turned out that although Senna was hit by an arrow and fell into the air, he did not die in a catastrophe, and he was not killed on the spot, but escaped for him. However, Senna was seriously wounded, and the smell of blood left in the air did not escape Rosen's nose. You must know that the Werewolves of Beamon are known for their keen sense of smell. Therefore, Rosen followed Senna's smell of blood all the way, although he had not yet caught Senna, but the distance between him and him was getting closer and closer. However, when chasing into this forest full of lush ancient trees, the smell of blood on Senna's body suddenly disappeared.

Rosen took another deep breath, carefully discerning the smell from the wind, but still found nothing.

Lawson couldn't help frowning, feeling puzzled.

In the early morning, the forest is filled with the smell of dew. Under this strong contrast, the smell of blood on Senna's body should become stronger and stronger, but why is there no trace of the fishy smell in this faint fragrance?

Just as Rosen was pondering various possibilities, less than three hundred meters behind Rosen, two thin cracks slowly opened on the trunk of an ancient tree growing in a thorn bush. There was a pupil in each of the two thin slits, which was clearly a pair of eyes. After those eyes opened, they began to silently observe Rosen's every move. A hint of killing intent was faintly visible in his gaze.

Lawson seemed to be alert, and suddenly looked back, and the moment he turned around, those eyes quickly closed again.

The forest was silent, except for the swaying of the branches as the wind blew through the treetops.

However, in this quiet and peaceful atmosphere, Rosen suddenly felt that the forest was full of murderous opportunities, and he shivered for no reason.

Lawson quickly adjusted his mood and suppressed the suspicion in his heart. He is the majestic 'Baturu' warrior of the Beamon Empire, a knight of rank as high as nine, what is there to fear in this forest?

Lawson jumped off the canopy, drew his scimitar at his waist, and walked with a wary face towards the thorn bushes a few hundred meters behind him. He could feel that the source of his sense of crisis was there.

Lawson slashed at the tall forest thorns with his knife, searched for a long time, but in vain, and found nothing hidden in the thorn bushes.

"Am I being overly careful?" Rosen thought to himself.

Several branches of the tree silently stretched up from behind Rosen, Rosen suddenly felt his throat tight, his neck seemed to be choked by something, he was startled, and immediately about to swing the knife to cut away, as soon as he raised his hand, several branches quickly stretched up, and wrapped his wrist tightly, so that he could not swing the knife.

Countless branches poured up, wrapping Lawson from head to toe, unable to move. The branches continued to exert force and tighten, trying to suffocate them.

Rosen was shocked and angry, knowing that he had been ambushed, he tensed his body, roared, and his whole body exploded with all his strength, trying to break free of the branches. The ancient tree that entangled Lawson also let out a loud roar at the same time, and the branches tightened more and more, and one person and one tree began to wrestle like this.

Although the ancient tree was infinitely powerful, it seemed to have been injured, and in the process of wrestling with Lawson, several wounds burst out on the trunk of the ancient tree, and a few wisps of scarlet blood slowly flowed out of it.

The ancient tree trembled, and its branches and leaves fell like rain, as if it was enduring great pain. It roared loudly, clenching its branches with all its might.

In the end, in this competition of strength, it was Lawson who won the game. Slowly but forcefully, he gradually broke free from the shackles of the ancient branches, and after a loud roar, he volleyed in the air, jumped more than ten meters away, and urged his fighting spirit to slash out with a knife. Before Lawson's fighting aura could roar, the ancient tree's seven or eight meter-tall body suddenly shrank to the size of an ordinary person, and quickly disappeared from the spot in a flash. I only heard a boom, and the place where the ancient tree had stayed had blown up a huge deep pit.

Lawson looked at the shrunken 'ancient tree' not far away, to be exact, it should be a 'tree man' who was about the same height as him, with hands and feet, and distinct facial features.

He could clearly see a hazy green light emerging from the wound on the tree man, and in the green light, the wound of the tree man gradually stopped bleeding and healed again.

Although Lawson is not familiar with magic, he has also heard of this high-level healing magic that only high-level druids who major in natural magic, 'Rejuvenation'.

Rosen's face was cloudy for a while, and he asked, "Are you Senna?"

In fact, from the face of the tree man, which resembled Senna's appearance, Rosen already knew the answer, but because he was too shocked in his heart, he asked this sentence in disbelief.

Druids have dual cultivation in magic and martial arts, but generally in the choice of magic and martial arts, they have always focused on one or the other. And the one they major in is often much higher than the other, on the mainland, there are not no druids who have reached the same level of magic and martial arts, but there are definitely not many, and it is even rarer to see a high-level of magic and martial arts like Senna.

"I didn't expect that in the grasslands of northern Xinjiang, there would be such an amazing and brilliant character as you, the dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, and they all entered the high level. I originally got the news that you are proficient in the eagle, leopard and bear transformation techniques of the physics department, but I didn't expect you to be able to use the tree transformation of the magic department. However, in the battle of Sellensburg, you have been holding back, not using high magic, and even when you are seriously injured, you only use elementary magic to heal yourself, why is that?" asked Lawson slowly.

Senna stared at Rosen and replied coldly, "Although I have reached level seven in both magic and martial arts, I am still far inferior compared to your level nine martial arts. Since I am majoring in natural magic, if I fight in the forest, with the help of the various natural elements that are ubiquitous in the forest, the power of the natural magic I cast will be greatly increased, and some of the magic I can only use in the forest, only in the forest, can I be sure to kill you. If I had used high magic in Sellensburg, I would have been unable to kill you and wary you, so why should I show my cards?"

"Yes? That's why. But you were wounded by me in Sellensburg, and even if you heal your wounds with 'rejuvenation' now, you will not be able to recover as before. Otherwise, the ancient tree you changed just now would not have burst into a wound in the wrestling with me...... , and what makes me even more incomprehensible is, where does the confidence you say you can kill me in the forest come from?" Rosen slowly raised the war knife in his hand, pointed at Senna, and said lightly. Then his eyes suddenly froze, and he said, "I want you to know that even if your Demon and Martial Arts dual cultivation has entered the advanced level, even in this forest, you are not my opponent!"