Seeing Zach and Marshall's appearance, the golden glasses laughed: "What, is there a man-eating dragon there?"

The two of them did not answer, and their faces were a little unpleasant.

"Yo, High Mage. The gold-rimmed glasses saw the silver Sorcerers' Guild insignia pinned to Marshall's mouth. "Tell me, what's in that forest, is it because of a legendary curse?"

Marshall glanced at the gold-rimmed glasses a little strangely, and said, "Don't you know? A year ago, a high-ranking magician from the northern outpost died. "Marshall originally wanted to use the word missing, but after thinking about it, he used death.

"Oh, how did you die?" asked Goldenglasses, raising her eyebrows slightly, with interest.

"Go to the room and talk about it. Marshall suggested.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have time to pass the time with you. Goldsmith said as he straightened the collar of his fur coat, looking a little impatient. "How the hell did you die?"

"That day he went out to look for food and never returned. Waiting until dark, only his owl messenger returned, and the mutilated messages mentioned the Cursed Forest......" Marshall's face showed pain.

Hearing this, Golden Glasses' face froze, and he said angrily: "What? A high-level magician has disappeared inexplicably? Are all stupid people living here? This place where birds don't is really terrible! I have long said that I went to the southern outpost, and I heard that there is a small dungeon and a professional team of magicians there......"

The partner next to him didn't dare to squeak when he saw his hysterical appearance. The middle-aged man dressed as a fisherman standing behind him looked into the distance with a blank face, and he carried a long fishing rod behind his back, and there was a fishy smell.

The gold-rimmed glasses took half a minute to vent before stopping, his face flushed, and the cold air made his breathing a little uncomfortable. He took a deep breath and calmed down, lifted his crooked glasses and said, "This is not far from the Cursed Forest, let's set off in a flying machine now, and if it goes well, we can return to the Floating City before dark......

"I would advise against rushing. A faint voice interrupted him. The voice came from the inconspicuous middle-aged "fisherman" behind him.

"Why?" asked the gold-rimmed glasses, holding back the unhappiness in their hearts.

"Because this mission is not easy. The fisherman said unhurriedly.

"Fools know it's not easy, but we have two high-level magicians, and with him, three high-level magicians! Do you know what that means?" said Goldsmith, excited. "Fisherman, recognize your own position, I am the captain of this mission, and you are only the pilot of the aircraft!"

The fisherman didn't say anything, shrugged his shoulders, and walked straight to the flying machine.

"Phew!" the gold-rimmed glasses spat on the ground, crushed it with the soles of their shoes, and muttered as they looked at the fisherman's back, "What broke the Magic Council, sounds bluffing, and sent a fisherman to assist me?"

"You, come with us. Goldwire Glasses pointed at Marshall and ordered.

"Uncle Marshall, you can't go!" Zach shouted with an anxious face.

"Zack, stew the fish, and I'll be able to drink the fish soup when I come back, haha. Marshall smiled, but the look on his face was a little stiff.

A rumbling sound rang out. The fisherman sat in the front of the driver's seat, his hands resting on the steering board, and a faint white light filled the cockpit. The aircraft has all kinds of advanced goblin technology equipment, three rows of wide and luxurious seats, and can seat seven or eight people, even the modified aircraft of Rostri is completely incomparable.

The propeller spun faster and faster, and the huge machine swayed and flew up.

Marshall looked at Zach on the ground getting smaller and smaller and the dilapidated wooden house that had been with him for many years, and only felt that fate was like this rapidly rising flying machine, and he didn't know where to take him.

Ten minutes later, the craft was approaching the Cursed Forest. In the distance is an endless sea of green, denser forests than the Endless Forest, with tall trees covering the ground.

The middle hatch was opened, and the hair of several people was blown like a bird's nest.

"We're approaching the Cursed Forest, ready to find a landing site!" the fisherman reminded loudly.

The gold-rimmed glasses didn't look nervous, he squinted his eyes, held on to the handle, and sat leisurely on the seat, admiring the beauty of the ground.

It's really a countryman who has never seen the world, who will really scout this kind of reconnaissance mission, go around the cursed forest, and return to the floating city to complete the task completely. The gold wire glasses couldn't help but despise the fisherman in their hearts, and a sense of superiority arose.

"Captain, what do you see there?" said his partner.

The gold-rimmed glasses looked in the direction he was pointing, and at ten o'clock, a black dot the size of a fist was rapidly growing larger. The black dot soon turned into a black shadow, and the black shadow resembled a legendary creature, a dragon.

"Sit down!" cried the fisherman.

Before the words fell, the aircraft suddenly turned around sharply, and the gold-wire glasses were almost thrown out if they hadn't grabbed the handle. He was about to get angry, but the aircraft accelerated suddenly, and his whole body sank into the back of the seat, and he swallowed the words back to his mouth.

"What the hell is it?" At this point, the gold-rimmed glasses also began to panic.

No one answered, only the whirring wind and the roar of the propellers.

Despite its sleek shape and advanced equipment, the craft uses a magical power guide to drive its propellers, which is a bottleneck in its speed. Of course, its speed has far exceeded that of most manned machines, but it is a little powerless to shake off the flying creature behind it.

Marshall nervously grabbed the handle next to him, and then there was a terrifying roar, but the creature was never visible.

"That's ...... Dragons?" said Marshall, swallowing.

"Wyvern. The fisherman replied. He didn't look as flustered as the others, like he was piloting a fishing boat at sea.

The roar was becoming clearer and clearer, and Marshall could already feel it right behind.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the direction of three o'clock, it was about a few dozen meters away from everyone, and it didn't look smaller than a flying machine. It was a withered yellow bipedal wyvern, winged alongside the aircraft. Strangely enough, there was a man standing on its back behind its neck, it was not accurate to say that it was human, it looked much taller than a human, dark green, with a long, thick tail, like an upright lizard.

The lizardman pulls the reins of the wyvern in one hand and a spear as thick as a calf in the other. Before everyone could see clearly, he suddenly raised his spear and threw it at everyone!

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