In addition to Wren, the other two dragons were stunned when they looked at the direction in which Feng Peng flew away.

"Let him run again?" shouted Galadros, who had prepared several spells with Sindara, and as soon as he released a petrified ray, the battle was over.

"What now?"

Sindara grimaced, she was already impatient. When we discussed it just now, it was Wren's idea, but he let the other party escape, with a faint sense of accountability.

Emily's face was not good-looking.

"What can I do, chase again. Wren shrugged, as long as the metal marker followed, he could find it wherever the druids fled.

The group mounted the Phantom War Horse and set off again.

This time, Heijiao fled farther, and flew a hundred miles away in one breath, and Ren and the others chased for two or three hours before they quietly approached, and found that he had become an inconspicuous small tree, only two or three meters high, mixed in a forest, to confuse the truth.

Because of the last time he was found, Black Corner became very vigilant.

Wren and the others were still discussing how to do it, when he had a premonition that something was wrong, and he turned into a dark leopard and escaped into the shadow plane, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Luckily, the shadow plane repels non-shadow creatures, and Black Horn can't stay for long, and it takes at most half an hour to return to the main material realm. The shadow plane and the main material realm overlap spatially, and Wren can sense his position even if Black Horn is inside.

But it's useless to just know the location, you can't catch him.

Blackhorn, Wren and the others played a game of hide and seek, showing off their transformation abilities, almost all of them were the same.

War Tree, Giant Bear, Shadow Leopard, Wind Peng, Frost Giant, Pegasus, Owl...... It can transform into humans, minotaurs, elves, dwarves and goblins, cross genders and races, and can also become countless kinds of flowers, birds, fish and insects, mingling among birds, insects, and fish......

These all-encompassing transformations are an eye-opener for everyone.

Countless transformational forms, but never the real body.

If Wren hadn't determined that he was a black dragon through the "shadow incarnation", I'm afraid he wouldn't be sure.

However, no matter what Black Horn became, there was nothing to hide in Wren's eyes, and he could find the other party with just one glance, even if it was a cloud of air.

Angered many times, Blackhorn asks Wren how he did it.

But he never got an answer.

With his various transformation forms, combined with the insoluble shadow avatar, he can always escape from the encirclement of the Wren Four.

Of course, Ren and the others did not make a ruthless move, otherwise the winner would have been decided long ago.

Once again, Black Horn escaped the battle through the shadow incarnation and flew away as a giant eagle.

Emilys and the two dragons were helpless.

They've been through this too many times, and each time it's just a little bit worse, and then they've watched each other escape. They had also tried to take the risk of chasing after them as true dragons, but neither the Bronze Dragon nor the Frost Sea Dragon's flight speed was outstanding and they couldn't catch up at all.

In the past few days, the two sides have fought dozens of times, and they have not rested for a quarter of an hour, except for Ren, who can absorb the soul to replenish the power, everyone else is a little tired.

"The dragon god is above!"

Regardless of his image, Galadros sat in the mud and scolded: "Even if this guy is a believer in the dragon god, if it falls into my hands in the future, he must be taught a good lesson!"

Sindara next to her didn't speak, but her indifferent eyes revealed her thoughts.

Emilys hesitated for a moment and said, "Wren, or I'd better blow the horn and summon him, right?"

"It's useless to summon it. Wren shook his head.

The rules of the dragon's summoning cannot go beyond the range of the horn sound in the process of subduing, which is about an area of 100 miles in diameter, and with the transformation ability of the black horn, such a large range is enough to escape the battle.

Unless he lives or dies, Wren is not sure to take down the black dragon.

And also take into account the rest of the people in the swamp, in short, it will not go well.

Emily's heart gradually became anxious, and Hightock was still waiting for him to go back to organize the army and logistics, and he couldn't afford to delay too much time here. After thinking about it, she said a little discouraged: "Let's withdraw first, and save the opportunity to summon next time." ”

"No next time, I'll get him this time. Wren suddenly laughed, looking confident.

Both dragons and one of them were in good spirits and looked at him.

"Have you noticed that there is some mystery about the place where he is hiding these days?" Wren asked, and when he noticed that Emilys and the others were all shaking their heads, he drew on a dry ground under his feet.

It's a rudimentary swamp map.

Wren was poking out dots on the map with twigs, each of which was where the black dragon had once hidden.

As the dots increased, we saw some patterns.

"He has never left this neighborhood, he is always going around in circles, and the farthest is less than two hundred miles, why is that?" Wren explained while drawing, "Every time he hid, he subconsciously avoided this area, do you remember where this is?"

The branches point to the middle of the map, and dozens of points poked out of the branches are scattered around them, forming a conspicuous white space.

Emily looked closely at the map and exclaimed, "That's where we first met him." ”

"That's right. Galadelos reacted as well.

Wren smiled and asked, "Why don't you want to stay in this area?"

"His lair!"

Galadros immediately understood, "His dragon's nest must be in this area, and he didn't dare to get too close for fear of being found by us by accident." But now there are too many people in the swamp looking for his lair, and they don't dare to go too far, so they can only take us around the neighborhood all the time. ”

Emily and Sindara both nodded their heads with joy in their eyes.

"Wren, you're so careful!" Amily exclaimed.

The environment in the swamp is complex and always shrouded in fog, making it difficult to make out the direction, let alone remember the hiding place of the black dragon every time, and draw an accurate map.

Even Sindara, who always likes to raise the bar with Wren, has nothing to say at the moment.

Wren smiled at their compliment.

In fact, he noticed this detail two days ago, and then used the distance side function of his mobile phone to mark the location of each time he chased the black dragon, and compared it to each other, and finally had this simple map. Sensing the metal marker slightly, the black dragon still hadn't entered the area near the lair.

He got up and said, "Let's go, find his dragon's lair, and see how long he can hide." ”

Soon after, Wren and the others returned to the woods where they had met the Minotaur a few days earlier.

The woods were not big, and the traces left by the battle were still there, and the two men and the two dragons scattered, and searched the entire forest inside and out, but found no clues.

But they didn't give up.

The blank area drawn on Wren's map was about seven miles longitudinal and horizontal, with an area of nearly fifty square miles, and it didn't take long to search for it in a carpet way.

Galadros, as a dragon, did not hesitate to betray the black dragon, and said truthfully: "The lair of the black dragon is generally built in a dark cave, grotto, or an unsubmerged ruin, and there must be water nearby, so as to cover up the unique smell of acid on their body, and the lair will also lead to a flow of water to build a mirror pool to monitor the movement outside." ”

This information is very valuable, and very few outsiders know about it except for the black dragon, and coincidentally, the red bronze dragon happens to be one of them.

Wren remembered the key points.

He looked at his map, and there was a meandering river flowing through the swamp. Drive the Phantom Warhorse and run along the river, the Soul Eye piercing through the fog and searching around like radar for every sight it sees.

A few hours later, on an overgrown river beach, Wren found several collapsed stones.

"Ruins?"

Wren's mind moved, inspecting the rocks and the surrounding landscape.

Despite millennia, perhaps tens of thousands, years of erosion and weathering, most of the stone had sunk into the ground, with only a few exposed and indistinct symbols, he recognized that it had once been a temple built by a troll to worship a god.

Now only ruins remain.

Wren looked around, the ruins, the river, all matched the characteristics of the black dragon's lair, and he sensed a faint fluctuation of magic, very faint, almost imperceptible.

"There's a problem here. ”

The will of truth is working in full force, and the space and plane in front of us are unfolding layer by layer.

Huge and incomparable energy flowed in the direction of time.

Suddenly, a strange flow of energy attracted attention, forming a vortex, which was particularly eye-catching. Half of the whirlpool was submerged underground, visibly controlled by the rune circle, and the other half was hidden in the ruins on an inconspicuous hillside.

This hillside is only a dozen meters high, covered with many small trees and weeds, and is very inconspicuous.

Wren walked down one side of the hill and pulled away the vines, revealing a wall made of rock with thick moss on it, as if no one had touched it for hundreds of years.

At first glance, it is just a long-abandoned stone wall, and there are no energy fluctuations.

Wren stood in front of the wall and observed for a moment, a smile on his lips.

He reached out and tapped on a stone on the wall, as if he had flipped a switch, and dark gray runes and lines lit up to form a tall magic door.

The door of magic is very complicated and mysterious, exuding an atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes, which is obviously not easy to open.

Emilys, Galadros, and Sindara all sensed the movement, and hurriedly rushed over, shouting excitedly, "Found it!" The red bronze dragon glanced at the magic door a few times, and said cautiously: "Wren, this is the door of shadows, which is equivalent to the seven-ring spell, and it is difficult to open." We'll have to take a closer look at it, and be sure to open it before the black dragon rushes back. ”

"Don't bother. ”

Wren chuckled, raised his hand and pressed it against the stone wall, and with a gentle push, the intricate door of shadows opened silently as if it were unlocked.

Behind the door, a dazzling golden light shone out.