Coming out of the portal was Osilia.

Her steps were light and fast, as if she couldn't wait to come over, and at a glance she saw Ren sitting on the balcony, her cold and beautiful face seemed to be melting an iceberg, her mouth was slightly raised, and there was a few smiles in her eyes, and then she quickly retracted it, pretending to be very indifferent, and waved her hand to close the portal behind her.

Wren saw it all.

The Soul Eye was even more clear, and her mood was extremely happy, which formed a strong contrast with the cold appearance on the surface.

Wren laughed secretly, in fact, he hadn't seen Osilia for more than a month, and he missed it a little.

Before leaving Mordu, the two got along almost day and night, meeting every day, most of the time in the Wizeland Library, sometimes meeting teachers together, and often communicating privately on this balcony, getting along very well, already accustomed to each other's existence, only that layer of relationship has not been broken.

In the past month or so on the Saine plateau, Wren reminisced carefully and found that he remembered Osilia no less than Viola.

Is it really the answer to the sentence: stealing is better than stealing, and not being able to get the most attractive?

Wren laughed at himself in his heart, men are really hard to change!

At the same time stood up and shouted, "Silya." ”

"You're back. Osilia nodded faintly in response, raised her hand to brush a strand of black hair behind her ear, and the slightly curly wavy long black hair was draped over her shoulders, adding a little coldness.

She walked over and sat down in front of Wren, and suddenly her face changed slightly, and asked:

"You killed the real dragon?"

Wren wanted to laugh a few words, but his smile froze, and he didn't understand how Osiria knew? He had considered Osiria's reaction before, so he made up his mind to hide the past as much as possible, but he didn't expect to reveal it as soon as they met.

He had no choice but to admit, "Well, it's a green dragon." ”

Osilia leaned over, sniffed lightly twice on Wren's body, and nodded: "It is indeed a young green dragon, no wonder it is not your opponent." ”

"You're not angry?" Wren looked surprised.

He thought that Osilia would be furious because of this, after all, she was also a dragon, and thought that his relationship with her was going to blow, but it didn't seem to be like that.

"Why should I be angry?" Osilia glanced at Wren a little strangely, and explained indifferently: "Most of the green dragons are followers of 'Tiasis', and if they die, they will die, what does it have to do with me?"

Hearing this, Wren understood.

Dragons are also a complex race, broadly divided into four categories, five-colored dragons, metal dragons, gem dragons, and xenosaurs.

Generally speaking, the five-colored dragons are often referred to as evil dragons, brutal and greedy by nature, they are the followers of the 'dragon of darkness' Tiasis, this god is also known as the mother of evil dragons, and has brought many terrible disasters to the world of Elles.

But not all five-colored dragons are evil dragons, and there are very few exceptions.

For example, Speaker Cleos of the Wezeland Council, although he is a red dragon, he believes in the goddess of magic, is obsessed with the study of spells, has a mature and rational mind, and is definitely a good dragon.

Metal dragons are opposed to five-colored dragons, such as the golden dragon and the silver dragon, which are usually good dragons, and the god of good dragons is believed to be "Bahamut", and the two are mortal enemies.

The Jewel Dragon is neutral and generally favors the Good Dragon;

Xenosaurs, on the other hand, believe in the Mother of Dragons and are often associated with the Five-Colored Dragons.

As for the legendary dragon species, because of its rarity, each individual is a maverick, and has no common tendency in the concept of good and evil and beliefs.

Wren had known for a long time that Osiria believed in the goddess of magic.

He roughly understood Osiria's state of mind.

This iridescent dragon is very different from ordinary dragons because she has half human blood, she grew up in the empire since she was a child, and has lived in human society for a long time, more often, she thinks of herself as a real human, and the iridescent dragon is just a transformation spell of hers, not a real body.

After being in contact with her for so long, I often forget the fact that she is an iridescent dragon.

Wren secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked:

"Celia, how did you know I killed the real dragon?"

"You have the breath of a dragon slayer on you, and this aura is so faint that only a true dragon can detect it. With this aura, other dragons can judge how many dragons you have killed, the type and age of the dragon you killed, the more the number, the stronger the dragon slayer's breath, attracting the dragon's revenge, so many dragon slayers did not end up well. ”

Osilia has always been soft-spoken, and it is rare for her to say so much.

"Dragons build social relationships by blood, and behind every dragon, there may be an ancient dragon or an ancient dragon involved. ”

A little worry flashed in her eyes, "Wren, you have to be careful, don't kill more than three dragons, otherwise the dragon slayer's aura is too obvious, and it will definitely attract the revenge of the powerful dragon." ”

"I will. Wren nodded cautiously.

The Monagas he killed this time is a descendant of the king of the green dragon "Zhan Qing", fortunately he ran fast, otherwise the outcome would be unpredictable.

This is a typical killing of the small and coming of the old.

And the dragon gets older and more powerful.

He suddenly thought in his heart, no wonder many legendary transcendents above the middle level, with their strength, it was not difficult to kill the dragon in their youth, but few people dared to slaughter the dragon on a large scale.

The value of a giant dragon, the dragon soul alone is more than 100,000 gold shields!

In addition, the corpse of the dragon, the dragon blood, the dragon skin, the dragon bone, the dragon tendon, the dragon marrow, each of which is a rare and precious material, how many enchanted equipment and potions can be made, all of them are processed and exchanged for golden shields, which are worth more than the dragon soul.

For hundreds of thousands of gold shields to be hunted down by ancient dragons and even ancient dragons, it is definitely rich and lifeless.

Even if he was covered by a Holy Soul Wizard, he didn't dare to mess around.

When Wren was thinking, Osilia looked at him quietly, her eyes were unconsciously a little fascinated, and she found that Wren looked over, her eyes collided, and she quickly looked away, changed the topic and covered up: "Didn't you say that it would take half a month at most?

"Something happened ......"

Wren told his experience on the plateau without concealing it in the slightest, and even told Osiria about entering the Storm Sanctuary to meet the Elder Titans.

"A Titan Elder who has lived for almost four thousand years!"

Osiria's eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

Wren guessed her mind, Elder Titan must be extremely knowledgeable, and the Iridescent Dragon is curious by nature, tirelessly pursuing knowledge, and must be eager to see it face to face.

"If you have the opportunity in the future, with Elder Solim's permission, you may be able to meet him in person. ”

"That's great. ”

Osilia looked very happy, she knew it wouldn't be easy, and said softly, "Thank you, Wren. ”

"Nothing......" Wren smiled nonchalantly.

He looked at the stunning beauty close at hand, and suddenly held her slender hand, and a soft touch came, and he couldn't help but feel a wave in his heart.

Osiria was stunned for two or three seconds before she reacted, and subconsciously withdrew her hand, but found that she was grabbed tightly by Wren and couldn't break free.

Her face suddenly turned red: "You don't let go yet!"

Wren's soul eye has been open, Osilia's soul is like a rainbow, and it is usually difficult to distinguish emotions, but at this time, she can see clearly, she is actually not angry, let alone resistant.

Moreover, Osiria is a legendary dragon species, although she has just entered her youth, the body of a true dragon has the strength of a legendary mid-level, even if she turns into a human form, her strength is also level seven, comparable to a legendary berserker, and it is by no means as weak as it seems on the surface.

If she was going to struggle, she would have let go with a little force, not like this.

Instead of letting go, Wren changed his posture and turned into an intimate ten-finger cross, and said with a smile: "I like to hold your hand, why should I let go?"

Osilia felt the heat in her hands, and her heart thumped, but she couldn't say no.

Wren stepped forward and leaned forward.

She immediately realized what he was going to do, her eyes dodged, but her body was honest, she sat there still, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she was expecting that moment to come.

Wren was overjoyed when he saw this, and he didn't hesitate any longer.

The next second, hmm......

The two people on the balcony held their positions for a few minutes, from rusty to enthusiastic, everything was so wonderful.

Wren tried to make further contact, and found that Osilia had no objection.

He was immediately overjoyed, thinking that he could become a dragon knight today, and asked a princess to be carried into the bedroom from the balcony with his backhand, and a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Wren, take a trip to the tower. ”

This is the voice of the teacher Ancy Vodaus.

Wren's movements were stunned.

Osilia woke up from her intoxication, she also heard the teacher's words, and quickly broke free from his arms, as if she had been caught by her parents for doing something bad, and straightened up her messy clothes with red ears, and reproached: "It's all your fault." ”

Before she could finish speaking, she quickly opened the portal and fled.

Wren's hand was stretched out in the air, watching her background disappear, and it was too late to stop it.

it!

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, this is very embarrassing, he never expected that he would be interrupted by a holy soul wizard.

Looking up at the floating city, his eyes fell on the top of the Wezeland Tower, and he looked through the magic protection, and there was no teacher.

The teacher should not have done it on purpose, but really had something to find himself.

Wren was quite depressed, but he wasn't too angry, anyway, he had already pierced this layer of relationship today, would it be far from piercing another layer of obstacles?

Cooked ducks can't fly, I'm sure of this dragon knight!

He took out the Wizeland badge, opened the portal to the Floating City, stepped into his room in the tower, and then through any door, into the teacher's study.

Anthy Vodaus sat behind his desk, immersed himself in esoteric knowledge, concentrating, and if it weren't for the horror in him, he would look like an ordinary senior scholar.

Sensing that someone was entering, the Holy Soul Wizard looked up at Wren with a strange smile on his face.