Under Wren's instructions, Feng Peng made a detour of hundreds of miles through the swamp, far from the area where the dragon's lair was located.

The metal markers in the sensing were getting farther and farther away, and they were still circling around the dragon's lair, and Wren was completely relieved and said with a smile: "It's impossible for them to catch up." ”

"Are you sure?" asked Feng Peng below.

Wren has some understanding of the black dragon's character, cautious and cunning, and his mind is also very sharp, and he can often detect hidden information in just a few words, but sometimes he is too suspicious, and he has the mentality of "there is always a desire to harm the people".

It's not that the black dragon doesn't believe in himself, but wants to knock on the side to the means that he can sense the location of the target.

Apparently, he was frightened by the previous tracking.

Wren replied inscrutablely, "Believe it or not." ”

The black dragon was silent, Wren was on his back, and the soul eye could only see through a layer of haze that the color of his soul changed from time to time, and his mind was active, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He sensed Emilys' position.

After Emilys teleported out of the dragon's lair, she followed her own arrangement and used up the remaining portals on the Arcane Torrent Staff in one go, and then flew directly to the direction of Hightock.

From the deep mud swamps to Haitok, it is no longer necessary to climb over the Stano Mountains.

The mountain range extends from Wan Song Ridge, and as long as you fly southeast and cross the vast and cold Wan Song Ridge, or all the way east to the Kuril Sea and follow the coastline south to eventually return to Haitok.

At this moment, Emilys had left the deep swamp.

Feng Peng's speed was a cut faster than that of the Red Bronze Dragon and the Frost Sea Dragon, and it only took half a day to catch up with them, and Wren pointed out the direction to Feng Peng.

However, Feng Peng suddenly deformed.

Its broad wings converged inward, and its size shrunk considerably, transforming into a strange pale blue griffon in an instant.

The griffon's body is very strong, a few points larger than the royal griffin, nearly seven meters long, every feather on its body is looming, with only a little light blue, translucent from head to tail, surrounded by an illusory glow, and there is only an extremely subtle sound when flying, the effect is comparable to invisibility.

Wren, who was riding on the back of the griffin, was also shrouded in a ghostly light, obscuring his figure.

He recognized it as a very rare griffin.

I couldn't help but be a little surprised, and asked, "What did you do when you turned into an ethereal griffin?"

The griffon continued to fly, and it was difficult to detect its presence on the ground, but it was much slower than the wind, and even slower than the dragon, and it was almost impossible to catch up with Emilys.

"Feng Peng is too eye-catching. Black Dragon explained, "In my experience, the Ethereal Gryphon is the most suitable form for long-distance flights, much safer than the Wind Peng. ”

This reason is barely plausible, but not sufficient.

The black dragon transformed into Feng Peng has legendary strength, extremely fast, and there are very few creatures that can catch up with him, as long as he doesn't encounter a powerful opponent like the silver dragon, there is generally no danger.

He should have had something else on his mind.

Wren knew this, but he didn't expose it, so he let him go.

It took the ethereal griffin most of the day to fly out of the deep mud swamp and continue to move forward in the territory of the orc tribe, resting a few times in between, and entering the Ten Thousand Pine Ridge in the evening of the next day.

Wan Songling is named because of the countless huge red pines that grow, it may not sound like much, but it is actually a vast forest with an area comparable to four or five provinces, half of which borders the northeastern provinces of the empire, and the "sea of dead forests" in the northwest of the empire, and is known as the two green treasure houses of the empire. The overall altitude of Wansong Ridge is not high, and there are no prominent tall mountains, but the terrain is steep and complex, full of hills and ravines, like a huge rolling mountain range.

Because of its close proximity to the north wind and cold zone, the climate is severe all year round, and most of the forest is deserted in Wansong Ridge, except for some tribes of forest trolls, and there are many powerful monsters and monsters hidden.

Crossing Wansong Ridge from the ground is actually very difficult and dangerous.

Wren had ridden the dragon before and flew directly through the Sky over Ten Thousand Pine Ridge, so he didn't feel much.

Emilys was able to make her start in Hightock and connect with the centaurs of the Drogon tribe by relying on a relatively safe and hidden path she had discovered in the Ten Thousand Pines.

Through this rugged trade route, Emilys was able to send the produce and materials of the steppe to the port of Hightock, sell them all over the world, exchange them for gold shields, and buy weapons and equipment to help the centaurs of the Drakken tribe rise.

Without Emilys to guide him this time, Wren had to be more careful.

It was getting dark very quickly.

The ethereal griffin took advantage of the dim moonlight to fly in the middle of the night, feeling a little tired, and found a deep col to land down, ready to rest for a while.

Wren landed on the ground, his feet stepping on the thick fallen leaves, making a dull sound.

He listened carefully to the sound of all things for a while, and there were many nocturnal beasts in the dark forest around him, but none of them were too threatening.

The black dragon turned into the appearance of a minotaur druid, holding a green wooden staff, and with a slight wave, a green light disappeared into the towering red pine in front of him, and the whole tree seemed to come to life, and the branches of the trees were swaying and growing more than ten meters high from the ground, and the vines were entangled, and a spacious tree house was built in half a minute.

He flew to the door of the treehouse and made an inviting gesture with one hand: "Lord Earl, please come in." ”

Wren was amazed in his eyes, and he had to say that the druid was indeed at home in the forest.

He flashed up and walked into the treehouse, the wooden floor was flat, and the walls were airtight, keeping out the cold wind of the night, and it felt very warm.

The minotaur walked in, and the branches behind him closed the door automatically.

He transforms again as he enters, and the tall body of the minotaur shrinks, and in the blink of an eye, he becomes a well-proportioned human male.

This was the first time that the black dragon had shown his human form in front of Wren, he looked very young, only in his early twenties, his complexion was fair, he had long black hair, which was simply tied behind his head, and he was wearing a delicate aristocratic long dress, and his every move revealed a noble demeanor.

His appearance is extremely handsome, more than Rennes, and can even be described as beautiful.

This dress is also neutral, the black eyes seem to be able to speak, and the temperament is slightly feminine, if you don't know that this black dragon is a male, at first glance, it is easy to mistake him for a lady.

The black dragon flipped his palm and took out a complete set of tables and chairs and placed them in the wooden house.

He sat down elegantly, and took out one thing after another and put it on the table, exquisite tea sets and black tea, fine wine, fragrant snacks, and crystal lamps like works of art, the elegant light illuminated the wooden house, and then lit a stove of incense, and the atmosphere became a little strange.

The black dragon looked up at Wren and said softly, "Sir, please sit down and taste the snacks and tea I brought from Brantania to your taste." ”

Wren's heart fluttered.

The black dragon's voice also changed, becoming a bit male and female, and his tone was the same as that of a noble lady.

"Ahem......" Wren coughed dryly to hide his embarrassment, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite the black dragon, but did not touch the food, and asked directly: "Aegon, what the hell are you doing?"

"Please don't think about it, I just want to talk to adults. The black dragon smiled, and although it was still a man's face, it somehow felt a little thrilling.

"it!"

Wren secretly screamed, he really had never seen this scene, and a man could be so coquettish? He complained in his heart, but his face remained silent: "If you have something to say, you can say it directly." ”

He then understood that the black dragon turned into an ethereal griffin and slowed down its flight in order to create time to be alone with him.

Aegon poured a cup of black tea, held the orchid finger in his right hand to his lips and took a sip lightly, and then said: "Lord Earl, Emily must have paid a great price in order to persuade her to help her restore the kingdom and regain the royal power of Congatro, right?

Wren couldn't help but glance at the black dragon.

He didn't speak like a dragon at all, and he thought about more things than Galadelos and Sindara, but more like a real human.

She has been a countess in Brantania for more than twenty years.

Wren felt the need to knock the black dragon and said solemnly: "The conquest of Congatro is Emilys' dream, and it is also the plan of the floating city of Wezeland, you just need to follow the order, don't ask about our plans casually, and don't be careful about your thoughts." If you delay things, don't blame me for not being merciful when the time comes. "TV Mobile/

The teacup in Aegon's hand shook, splashed a few drops of black tea, and exclaimed, "Wezeland Floating City!"

He thought that Emilys was just talking about Wren alone, but he didn't expect the Wezeland Floating City to also get involved. As one of the three major powers of the Empire, the weight of the Floating City of Wezeland is too heavy, and the possibility of Emilys regaining the throne has greatly increased.

Aegon hurriedly bowed his head, "My lord, I'm just curious, and I don't have any other ideas. ”

"That's good. Wren said lightly.

The eye of the soul was blocked, he couldn't tell if the black dragon was talking, but he wasn't particularly worried, this black dragon was a knowledgeable guy, he knew how to weigh the benefits and disadvantages, and he didn't dare to make trouble for Wei Zelan.

There was silence in the treehouse, save for the sound of Aegon drinking tea and eating snacks.

Wren didn't eat what he had, and took a few pieces of dry food from his ring and ate some casually, simply filling his stomach.

The same man, his food and food are in stark contrast to Aegon's.

In the process of recovering his strength, Aegon rolled his eyes and suddenly asked, "Lord Earl, what do you think of my transformation ability?"

"Very clever, better than anyone I've ever seen. Wren commented candidly.

This is true, he doesn't know much about Transfiguration, and Wezelan also has several "Variety Wizards" of the Soul Sect, one of whom is a legend, but their transformation ability is more than eight blocks worse than Aegon's.

A black dragon is a part-time druid, and it is absolutely a miracle that he has practiced Transfiguration to this point.

Aegon was very happy to hear Wren say this.

He said with a mysterious expression: "My lord, I tell you a secret, please don't spread it, not even Her Royal Highness Emily. Without waiting for Wren to refuse, he told the secret, "Actually, I'm not a druid. ”

Wren didn't want to know any secrets, but when he heard it, he couldn't help but be surprised, and asked:

"You're not a druid, how did you do it?"

"I relied on a strange thing. ”

Aegon flipped open his collar and there was a soft branch around his slender neck, like a necklace, with a palm-sized piece of wood hanging from the bottom. The wood chips were crudely made, with a pale green rune in the middle, which looked like a handmade talisman.

However, the wood chip amulet of Wren felt a vast and mysterious power.

It's the power of nature, pure and fresh.

Wren took a light breath, as if he was in a dream full of life, and the World Tree in his soul trembled slightly, which was the effect of the Soul Melting Seed.

It dawned on him that this talisman was actually made from the heart of the World Tree!

Combined with Aegon's words, Wren immediately recognized the origin of this strange object, which he had seen in a book about the great druids of history.

He searched on his mobile phone and immediately came up with the results, and several of the pictures were exactly the same as the talisman in front of him, and he couldn't help but blurt out:

"Seranna's Haunting Talisman!"

This amulet is a legendary treasure!