The next day, Dylan left the wolf tribe early in the morning and headed northeast.

For the sake of Ressa's affairs, he has been delayed for two days.

Along the way, Dylan traveled through most of the Tarona savannah, and saw many Gudal tribes of all sizes.

Dylan couldn't help but sigh that their lives were indeed simple and simple, unlike the Ganemans, who worked hard for their own interests every day.

After crossing the Tarona Meadows, Dylan soon found himself on the steep sea cliffs.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Dylan looked down, and the small fishing village on the boulder on the shore still existed, and despite the strong wind, the few shabby-looking cabins were still standing still and extremely stable.

He had always wondered why the families had chosen to live here, given the harsh environment that seemed to be in danger of being swept away by the waves at any moment.

However, at this time, Dylan has more important things to deal with.

Standing on the top of the high cliff, he looked at the huge whirlpool in the distance, and felt very small.

The huge whirlpool filled almost the entire sky, and the water was swept away, swirling down towards the center.

"What's in the maelstrom?" Dylan muttered to himself.

Dylan patted the "Hope" beside him: "You go to the distant hillside and wait for me first, and I'll go to the sea to have a look." ”

"Hope" let out a dragon roar and did not leave, seemingly reluctantly.

Dylan shook his head helplessly: "In this Arctic Sea, there must still be a large number of high-level demonic beasts, and you can't feel their breath now, because the distance is too far and the sea is too deep." ”

"If you are really blocked by a high-level demonic beast at that time, you will definitely not be able to help, but it will distract me. After all, the hierarchical suppression between Warcraft is still obvious. ”

In the end, "Hope" could only wail twice, and flew off into the distance with some unhappiness.

Seeing that Hope was leaving, Dylan immediately summoned the Demon Dragon Wings behind him, and then the wings flapped hard, and the whole person slid down towards the surging Arctic Sea below like an arrow from the string.

When his whole body was almost close to the sea, the wings behind him deflected slightly, allowing him to cling to the sea and fly quickly towards the huge whirlpool in the distance.

Dylan was only a meter or two away from the sea at this time, and the waves on the sea were turbulent, and the whole person rose and fell with it.

Although the seawater did not splash on Dylan's body, Dylan could tell from the cold breath that the temperature of the sea was extremely low.

With the help of the dragon's wings, Dylan flew at an extreme speed, and soon approached the edge of that huge vortex.

Just as Dylan was about to arrive at his destination, an angry shout suddenly came from behind him: "Who allowed you to get close to here!

Dylan was completely shocked, because before the man behind him spoke, he didn't feel any breath of life at all within a hundred meters of him. The closest thing to him was a huge sharp-toothed shark about 200 meters below the sea.

How did he get so close to him silently? Dylan couldn't figure it out.

But before he could react, he felt a strong murderous aura behind him coming towards the vital point of his heart.

Dylan turned around at this time and defended too late, the wings behind him slapped hard, only to hear a crisp sound of "ding", and a sharp arrow was blocked by the dragon's wings.

Dylan's wings fluttered on his back again, and the whole person rushed forward for more than thirty meters, and then quickly turned around, and with the help of the dragon's wings, hovered above the sea.

Dylan looked at the sea not far away, but saw a small boat moving with the wind, and on top of the boat stood a middle-aged man with a big beard.

He was dressed in a tattered tunic with a piece of wood pulp on his left hand, a large bow in his right hand, and a quiver around his waist.

At this time, the man was looking at Dylan coldly.

"I don't know you, why did you kill me?" Dylan asked in a cold voice.

At this time, recalling the terrifying arrow just now, Dylan still felt a palpitation. If he hadn't possessed the wings of the Demon Dragon, he would most likely have died in the Arctic Sea today.

The man didn't answer Dylan's question, but continued to ask, "Who allowed you to get close to the Eye of the Ocean?"

The expression on Dylan's face became even more ugly: "What? Is this Arctic Sea your private property? No one else can come?"

The bearded man was expressionless: "As long as you don't get close to the eye of the ocean, anything you do in the Arctic Sea has nothing to do with me! Just like when you and that paladin killed the Neptune here, even if I saw it, I wouldn't have any obstacles." But to get close to this vortex, then you have to die here!"

Dylan finally understood a little and asked uncertainly, "Are you the guardian of this vortex?"

The bearded man didn't speak, just stared at Dylan coldly.

Dylan glanced at the small fishing village on the shore far away: "I'll just say, why would anyone choose to live in such a bad place, it turns out that you are the guardians of this eye of the ocean." ”

The bearded man's eyes were like frost: "Let me ask you one last time, who allowed you to get close to the eye of the ocean?"

Dylan frowned and said, "It was the will of Garcia, the god of law, who guided me here. ”

"What!" the bearded man who had always had a straight face changed his expression drastically, "Impossible! Garcia, the god of law, has been gone for many years, how could he guide you here?"

"Believe it or not, I got the relevant clues anyway, otherwise why would I be running here to find out what to do?" Dylan said angrily.

The bearded man spread his right hand: "Take it out, let me take a look, if it is really the guidance of the law god Garcia, then you should have already obtained such a thing!"

Dylan was lost in thought, hesitating to show the uncontrolled codex.

After thinking about it for a long time, he gritted his teeth and took out the codex.

"Give it to me!" the bearded man's tone was a matter of course.

This made Dylan feel a little uncomfortable.

But I heard the bearded man say, "You can rest assured, if the thing is true, I will let you in." If it's a fake, I'll give it back to me too, and it's useless for me to take it. ”

After Dylan hesitated slightly, he still threw the codex out, only to see that the codex was wrapped in purple light and slowly fell into the bearded hand.

The bearded man's big rough hands stroked back and forth on the codex, and his hands began to tremble.

"Really, it's really the Void Codex! Our family has finally completed its mission for tens of thousands of years, and we can finally leave here!" the bearded man cried.