"Don't blow it. Wren persuaded: "There are too many people nearby. ”

The sound of the dragon's call horn is wide, and it can be heard for at least forty or fifty miles.

Now in the deep mud swamp, I don't know how many mercenaries and adventurers are searching for the black dragon's lair. In the past few days alone, Wren has met with them seven or eight times, and the sound of the horn will definitely alarm the mercenaries and adventurers in the range, and the Knights of the Rose and the wolf cavalry will also arrive.

If the good dragon is unwilling to sign the Dragon Oath, it will have to go through a battle, and I am afraid that it will not end well.

Emily calmed down, it really wasn't a good choice.

"Let's find the dragon first, hoping to outwit it. Wren glanced at Galadros, good dragons can generally communicate, and they don't have to fight.

He had an idea right away.

The dragon's summon can only sense the good dragon in the range, and with this feature, as long as it is tested many times, the location of the good dragon can be roughly determined.

This is a very simple way to locate it, and Emily understands it as soon as she hears it.

The two of them and the two dragons rode the phantom warhorse, and chose a random direction, every few minutes, Emily sensed it, and if she found that the dragon's call did not respond, she immediately turned back, changed her position a little, and tested it repeatedly.

In less than two hours, the direction of the good dragon was clear.

"Go that way. ”

Wren pointed in one direction and led the way on horseback.

The Phantom Warhorse was fast, galloping through the swamp, through puddles and meadows, and the gray fog around it became a little thicker.

A moment later, Wren heard a slight noise.

"Huh?"

He slowed down and looked at the source of the sound, the soul eye piercing through the layers of mist, and hundreds of meters away there was a tall humanoid figure with horns on his head, which seemed to be a male, lying low in a patch of grass as if searching for something.

Because of the gray mist, even the soul eye can't see clearly.

Wren pointed in the direction of the figure.

The Phantom Warhorse approached, and the figure heard the sound of the horse's hooves, and he stood up and turned around, revealing his full appearance.

"Minotaur?" Wren was slightly surprised.

This is a male minotaur, tall and strong, nearly two meters and three meters tall, with an extremely large body like a wall, a huge head with a large mane behind it, a pair of hard hooves on both feet, and a flexible ox tail behind him, which flicks around from time to time to drive away flying insects that come close to him.

The most striking thing is that he has a pair of huge horns.

The black horns are like sharp swords, growing from both sides of the head, at least half a meter long horn with a slight arc, slightly upturned, very eye-catching.

The minotaur's bronze bell-like eyes were peaceful, dressed in a rudimentary linen robe, and holding a curved wooden staff, the body of which was wrapped around green vines, and a few leaves growing on it, full of life.

He was carrying a large cloth bag on his body, and he seemed to be collecting medicine.

"Minotaur druid?" Wren was unsure, his eyes uncertain. He found that he couldn't see through the bottom line of the minotaur, as if there was a mosaic covering his soul, making the soul eye temporarily invalid.

This was the third time he had encountered such a situation.

The first time was the Shadow Assassin Isu, who had a magical object to obscure his soul, and the second time was the simulacrum of the Black-robed Duke of the Holy Soul Wizard, who could see the soul, but it was a chaos that could not provide useful information.

This minotaur is in a similar situation to Ysus, and is supposed to have a strange magical item on his body.

"Mother Earth is watching over you. The minotaur greeted with a gentle face, and without the slightest hostility, he waved the wooden staff lightly, and a few fresh and elegant rays of light fell.

The pale blue glimmer has a cleansing effect, removing the dirt on the body, making Ren and the others feel refreshed, and the fatigue of running around in the swamp for days is swept away, and the whole body is comfortable.

And after the blessing, poisonous insects and flying mosquitoes do not dare to approach.

"The wind of nature. ”

Wren recognized this as a druid-exclusive spell, made a prayer gesture of Mother Earth Goddess, and replied in Minotaur language, "Thank you, Master, I wonder if I can ask the Master's name?"

"I'm just a believer in the way of nature, not a master, you can call me Black Horn. The minotaur replied with a smile.

"Black Horn!" Emily said in surprise, "You are the Master of Black Horn, the legendary Druid Master who lives in seclusion in the deep mud swamp has been studying the cultivation method of the Black Soul Mushroom for many years, and I once wanted to visit you to buy a batch of Black Soul Elixirs, but I couldn't find the whereabouts of the Master. ”

The minotaur looked at her and nodded in relief, "So you've heard of me." ”

Wren's gaze fell behind Blackhorn, and there were signs of freshly turned over in the grass, leaving a few shallow pits, and small half-rhizomes remained in the black mud.

This is the rhizome of the Black Soul Mushroom, and he has also found several Black Soul Mushrooms in the past few days, one of which is worth hundreds of gold shields, so he picked them easily.

But if you don't leave a rhizome like the other party, can it grow any longer?

The Minotaur was interested in Emilys and said, "If you want to buy a black soul potion, you can go to the Icethorn Clan, and I will usually entrust them with the refined potion to sell." "Recommended Reading TV//

"Even if you can meet me in the swamp, it's a kind of fate. He pulled out a verdant leaf with a unique symbol on it, and the leaf flew up and landed in Emilys's hand, "You give this leaf to Chief Korf of the Icethorn Clan for a chance to buy a Black Soul Elixir at a discount." ”

"Thank you, Master. Emily solemnly put away the leaves.

Hei Jiao waved his hand as if he didn't care, his gaze swept over Wren, Galadelos, and Sindara, and he paused invisibly and said, "You can go." ”

Wren was keenly aware of the changes in the Minotaur.

Even if the soul eye can't see the soul state of the other party clearly, you can still see some emotional ups and downs, and there are vague color changes.

He gestured to Emilys behind his back.

Emily suddenly realized, and she didn't want to leave just like that, so she asked, "Master Noire, have you been living in seclusion around here for years?"

"Yes. The minotaur nodded, "But my place of residence is secret, and it is not convenient to receive you." ”

"The master misunderstood. Emilys hurriedly said, "I just wanted to ask the master, have you ever seen a dragon in the swamp?"

"Dragon ......"

The minotaur's face was calm, without showing any surprise, and said with a smile: "It's so lively in the swamp these days, how can I not know." I've met human mercenaries a few times before you, and they've asked me about the dragon's whereabouts, but unfortunately I've never seen one. ”

Emilys was a little disappointed, but she couldn't tell if what the other party said was true or false.

In fact, she had quietly blessed herself with the Exploration Technique a long time ago, but she couldn't see any clues in the Minotaur, and she couldn't even be sure if it was a deformation.

"Thank you, Master Noirehorn, for not bothering you to collect your medicine. Emily thanked her and left.

Wren frowned and said suddenly, "Wait." ”

"What's wrong?" everyone looked at Wren.

He wasn't sure if Blackhorn was a dragon or if it had anything to do with it, but the Dragon's Call showed that there was a dragon nearby, so Blackhorn was the most suspicious.

The way to verify the authenticity is simple.

Wren stared at the black and said, "Take out the horn and show it to the master." ”

Emilys also figured out the key, and without hesitation, she took out the dragon's summon and restored it to its original form, turning it into a strange-shaped horn more than half a meter long.

The minotaur looked puzzled, as if he couldn't figure out the situation.

He looked at the dragon's summoning and asked curiously, "What is this horn for, why do you want to show it to me?"

Emilys replied softly, "Master Blackhorn, this is the call of the dragon, you can use it to make a dragon oath with the good dragon, as long as you blow it, you can summon the nearby good dragon to come." ”

"Call of the Dragon!" the Minotaur was surprised, "Are you a dragonborn of the Trogonburg family?" As a legendary druid who has lived for hundreds of years, he must have heard of the legend of Congartro.

"Yes. Emily was blunt.

The Minotaur laughed, "You don't think I'm a dragon, do you?"

He looked at Wren as he spoke, obviously knowing that the group was headed by Wren and was suspicious of him.

Wren didn't answer.

He had been observing the color change of the black soul, and since Emilys took out the dragon's summon, the black mood had fluctuated violently, completely different from the indifference on the surface, and it was not just because he was surprised by Emilys's dragonborn identity.

This druid, if not a transformation of a dragon, is inseparable from a dragon.

Wren is already more than ninety percent sure.

So he said decisively: "Blow it." ”

Whenever the dragon's call is heard, the dragon will manifest itself and respond to the call, which is the rule of Baham, the god of good dragons. At such a close distance, even if Blackhorn was a legendary mid-level adult dragon, Wren was confident that he could take it in the shortest possible time.

As he spoke, he took out the Hammer of Thunder and the Arcane Torrent Staff from his ring, and the blood-colored cloak was also worn behind him, and he quickly blessed himself with the Wings of Wind and Thunder.

With a snap, a pair of lightning-like wings stretched out, illuminating the dim swamp.

In just an instant, Wren was in combat mode.

Galadros and Sindara also moved, outflanking the Minotaur from both sides, neither of them revealing the dragon's true form, but casting spells first.

Emily immediately brought the horn to her lips and mobilized her soul power to blow hard.

The minotaur's complexion changed dramatically.

His eyes instantly became gloomy and anxious, and the wooden staff in his hand was inserted into the soft wetland, and countless thorny vines broke through the ground, like thick poisonous snakes, entangled the four phantom war horses, and climbed up rapidly, especially Emily's position, which was overwhelmed by a large number of roots in an instant.

At the same time, a brilliant starlight fell from the sky and struck Emilys, who was about to blow the horn.