The Deep Swamp is a sprawling swamp to the east of the Orc tribe, and it takes two days to reach it after crossing the Stano Mountains.

Emilys had only heard that there was a good dragon in the swamp, but she had not seen it with her own eyes, and she did not know the exact location, so she had to search for it when she got there. Finding a dragon in a swamp of hundreds of thousands of square kilometers is not easy, it will take at least a few days.

With two dragons in her company, she won't be in any danger.

Wren just wanted to take this opportunity to go back and kill Phyllis.

He is not a character who will be revenged, but Phyllis used to threaten her family's lives and secretly sent people to assassinate Viola many times, which is already an undying revenge.

Phyllis usually doesn't come out of Pallas Floating City, Wren can't do anything about her, it's rare to see her leave Floating City, and he doesn't want to miss this opportunity.

"Wren, what are you going to do?" Emilys was a little puzzled.

"Settle a personal vendetta. Wren did not say explicitly, "Don't worry, I'll be back with you soon." ”

Emilys bit her lip slightly.

In fact, she probably guessed that Wren's target must have something to do with the airship in the Drakken clan. This may involve a struggle between the two floating cities, and it is inconvenient for me to ask and dare not participate.

Duke Redstone's prestige on the grasslands was heard of even when she was in Hightock, across the Ten Thousand Pine Ridges.

Only a person like Wren, who has the backing of a Holy Soul wizard behind him, would dare to make a move against the wizard of Pallas.

The two dragons were also silent.

The Holy Soul Wizard is also an unattainable and powerful existence for dragons.

"Be careful yourself. Emily didn't ask any more, "How are you going to find us in the deep swamp?"

Wren pulled out a black steel ring, "Take it with you, and I'll know where you are." "He left a road sign in the ring with activated metal.

"Good. Emilys took the ring and put it on.

Wren patted Galadros on the neck, and the bronze dragon landed and lowered him to the ground, saying, "Wren, don't die, I'm waiting for you to tell me jokes and stories." ”

"No, it won't. Wren laughed.

The bronze dragon nodded, flapped its wings and soared into the air, and the two dragons continued to fly north, soon disappearing into the sky.

Wren sensed the metal marker, and the airship was still in the camp of the Drakken tribe, so he didn't rush over.

In the territory of a Holy Soul wizard, it is necessary to have a thorough plan to attack his students.

He still remembers that at the beginning, the teacher was on the small island with a teleportation array, casting a means of looking at the past scenes, which was an eight-ring arcane art, called "light and shadow regression". Duke Redstone pioneered the Psyker and also practiced arcane, and must have mastered the spell as well.

He doesn't have the ability of Master Lein to block the backtracking of light and shadow, so he can only create an illusion through other methods to hide his identity.

Wren sat on a stone in the middle of the Stano Mountains and pondered for a long time.

A few hours later, he stood up.

took out a bunch of metal raw materials from the dimensional space ring, took off his shirt and pants, leaving only the close-fitting shorts, activated the steel body and activated the metal, the muscles of the whole body slowly squirmed, the figure quickly rose up, and the body shape was also expanding outward.

In less than half a minute, Wren completely changed his appearance.

At this moment, he is more than two meters tall, his body is extremely strong, his slightly light brown skin is very rough, his limbs are like pillars, especially his arms, which seem to be made of strong muscles, thicker than the waist of an adult man.

The most conspicuous thing is Wren's appearance.

There was not a single hair on the huge head, it was bare and round and large, the two ears were pointed upward, the eye sockets were deep, and inside was a pair of scarlet pupils, the jaw was wide, and there were two fangs at the corners of the mouth that were exposed, pointing straight up into the sky, and it looked hideous, not at all like a human.

This is a typical orc appearance, and it is an orc with very pure blood!

Wren adjusted slightly, forming a black tattoo on his right cheek, which was not very clear, as if it had become a little blurry after decades of wind and rain, and could only barely recognize the shape of a roaring giant dragon head.

In the orc tribe, the tattoo represents the clan of origin.

The tattoo Wren chose is called "Dragon's Throat", which represents the most famous dragon-throat clan among the orcs, which has given birth to many powerful orc warriors and left many legends in history. His shape-shifting orc was in the prime of life, with eight muscles in his abdomen and distinct muscles, black tattoos on his iron-solid chest, and orc runes painted on his arms and two thighs, which only orcs of the legendary or higher were qualified to do.

No one would dare to provoke such an orc warrior when they saw it.

Wren rubbed a steel ingot into a nose ring and passed through his nostrils, making a soft "his......s" sound in pain.

The nose ring hangs in the middle, adding a bit of ferocity to him.

Then, he used the metal material in his hand to build himself equipment, a heavy belt as wide as two palms side by side, and a skull inlaid on the front that wrapped around his waist. Underneath the belt are leather trousers, wrapped in several chains, and pedal on a pair of stiff combat boots made of fine iron.

The upper body is exposed, and only rudimentary shoulder armor and bracer guards are worn.

The bracers are also wrapped around the chains, which make a clanging sound when they move.

"Looks like there's something missing......"

Wren observed his appearance, and finally remembered, and took out a pair of huge fangs more than half a meter long from the ring, from the fierce mammoth, the curved parts can be buckled on both shoulders, and the iron chain is passed through the binding, which looks very windy.

Finally, there are weapons.

He mixed the remaining Meteorite Iron with pure gold and smelted it into a giant axe weighing a thousand pounds.

This giant axe has only a single edge, the shape is like a flag, the axe blade is a long arc, there is a row of sharp metal thorns on the back of the axe, the center of the axe face is hollowed out, and the C-shaped axe surface is engraved with more than a dozen complex runes, in fact, it is just decoration, and there is no enchantment effect.

Despite this, the single-edged giant axe, which is nearly a meter and a half long, still has terrifying power.

The weight of more than a thousand pounds alone is daunting enough.

Wren held the thick axe hilt, feeling very handy, and he swung it a few times, splitting the air in front of him into a terrifying wave of qi.

"Lokta!

An orc roar came out of his mouth: "Orcs will never be slaves!"

Wren was so satisfied with the way he looked that he couldn't even be recognized by the closest people, such as Viola and Emilys, and could only be confirmed by Osilia through the soul contract.

He made his way and ran through the mountains.

On the first two occasions when he rode a dragon high in the air, Wren had seen the trail of several flying monsters from afar, and could capture one of them as a temporary mount.

After climbing over several hills, before dark, a huge figure appeared in the distance on the horizon, which at first glance looked like a giant dragon.

"Wind Rider!"

Wren's soul eye zoomed in and saw it in its entirety.

It was a bipedal wyvern, with a wingspan and a length of more than ten meters, pale skin and extremely fast flight, patrolling its territory, its narrow eyes looking down in search of prey. The Wind Rider is born with an affinity for the wind element, and his strength is no less than that of the Fire Dragon, and his body is even larger than that of the Fire Dragon, and he is good at flying, making him a very good flying mount.

The Wind Rider in front of him has already entered the advanced rank, and in time, he may even have a chance to break through to the Legend.

"Just pick it. ”

Wren let out a loud roar at the Wind Rider in orc language, "Beast, come here!"

The flying dragon was immediately attracted by him, flew over from a distance, and saw the orc on the ground clearly, even if its intelligence was not high, it could feel the strong aura of Wren, and it was not easy to provoke, so it hesitated a little, and did not swoop down recklessly, only hovering in the sky.

"Pretty smart. ”

Wren muttered, dodged under a large dense tree, the canopy blocking the view of the Wind Rider, raised his hand to open an arbitrary door, and stepped inside.

The Wind Rider couldn't see under the tree, and in his confusion, Wren had come out of any of the doors above it, and slammed down on its back.

Bang!

Wren's heavy body, combined with half metal armor and a giant axe, nearly two thousand pounds, crushed the Wind Rider to a drop of dozens of meters.

The Wind Rider let out a frightened scream and flew forward desperately, subconsciously rolling to throw the enemy out of his back. At the same time, countless wind blades erupted, like an impenetrable net, cutting at Wren's body.

With a hissing sound, Wren's skin was cut into white marks, but no blood flowed.

Ignoring the Wind Blade, he wrapped one hand around the Wind Rider's neck, and his thick arm tightened so hard that the two-legged wyvern was instantly overwhelmed and almost broke its neck.

The Wind Rider rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

Wren let go of his arm for fear of falling to his death, and after a struggle, the Wind Rider staggered into the mountain forest.

In the midst of the flying vegetation, the Wind Rider turned around and opened his mouth to bite Wren, spewing out a poisonous wind breath.

A single-edged axe flew out of its breath and hit the Wind Rider's head.

A scream of "whoa".

The bipedal flying dragon broke the blood flow, and fell to the ground, its wide wings still flapping indiscriminately, but occasionally hitting Wren like a breeze, failing to cause the slightest damage.

Wren walked up to the Wind Rider and struck a blow with his fist, and the struggle immediately stopped.

He looked at the breath stained on his body, it was extremely fishy, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

Open the phone interface and launch Pet Master.

After several attempts to tame the power, a red and white ball finally sank into the Wind Rider's head, and its attributes appeared in the interface, becoming his pet.

Wren carefully looked at the soul element of the Wind Rider and said secretly: "Although the flying dragon with good strength is far inferior to the giant dragon, it is more than enough as a flying mount. ”

He pulled out a vial of potion and applied it to the windrider's wound, which healed quickly.

A few minutes later, the Wind Rider woke up, changed his fierce appearance, and rubbed his head affectionately against Wren's thigh.

Wren jumped on the back of the wyvern, rode on its neck and commanded, "Take off." ”