The black-robed wizard stood on a platform in the middle of the forest formed by the roots of vines.

Wren couldn't see through his soul, and he couldn't tell if the other party was hostile from the color of the soul, so he was very careful to set any door at the edge of the platform, as far away as possible.

The black-robed wizard looked at it, but still had no intention of making a move.

From beginning to end, he didn't even say a word except for transforming into a green dragon to fight the soul hunters to consume their physical and soul power, and finally using "Dark Winding" to control Swift.

Even if Wren killed the green dragon, he didn't say anything.

However, Wren could sense that the black-robed wizard had been paying attention to him, his eyes locked on him, unable to probe what was in his mind.

"Your Excellency. ”

Wren nodded slightly and shouted.

He remembered that the green dragon Monagas had called the black-robed wizard Fetantilus, but he had never heard of it, and he had not found any results in the mobile library.

"Earl of Glamorgan. The black-robed wizard finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse and old, completely inconsistent with his youthful appearance, and his thin stature seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.

"I need you to do something for me. ”

Petantileus's words were unexpected, and he asked for help, but there was no smile or kindness on his face, and his face remained cold, as if it were a matter of course for someone else to do things for him.

Wren has been observing each other with the eye of his soul, but under the dual effect of the Will of Truth and the Key to the Door, he still can't see anything, as if this black robe can block all probing and form a blind spot.

"Your Excellency knows me?" Wren asked rhetorically, instead of agreeing to the request.

The corners of Fetantilus's mouth rose, as if he was laughing, but it was more ugly than crying, and he said gloomily: "Of course I know the proud student of Anthy Vodaus. ”

Wren's heart sank.

The name of the teacher who was called directly, and the tone sounded like a familiar teacher, such a character was at least a Holy Soul Wizard.

But how could a Holy Soul Wizard be reduced to serving the Green Dragon?

Moreover, the soul of the other party is not as powerful as that of the Holy Soul Wizard, only the level of the Legendary Beginner Rank.

Wren was a little unsure, and asked cautiously, "May I ask who you are?"

"You don't need to know my identity, I'm not your enemy anyway, just call me Fetantilus. The black-robed wizard's face turned cold, and he said again, "I need you to do something for me. ”

"What's the matter?" Wren frowned.

"Help me untie it. ”

Petantilus flipped the collar of his black robe, and a collar appeared around his neck. The collar was only a finger's wide, as if it was made of some kind of cyan metal, without a single slit, and it was firmly wrapped around the neck, with obscure runes engraved on it.

Wren had never seen these runes, and they were completely different from what he had learned.

He took a few serious looks and found some clues.

This should be a creation of the dragon family, the runes on the collar are a variant of the ancient dragon language, it seems that there are only a dozen runes, combined, but there are multiple enchantment effects, no matter which rune is removed or the collar is violently destroyed, it will have unknowable consequences.

What is its specific enchantment, Wren couldn't see it for a while, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I can't untie this collar." ”

"No, you can. ”

Petantiles said firmly: "You are one of the few people in the world who can unlock the soul control circle, I don't know what method you should use, but you can definitely do it, think about it." ”

These words left Wren confused.

The logic is also a little strange, it sounds, he knows himself very well, he is full of confidence, but he doesn't know what to do.

It's also so inexplicable.

Wren didn't respond immediately and asked, "Your Excellency, why do you think I can unravel it?"

Petantillus stared at Wren, his eyes flickering slightly, his pupils lost focus for a very short moment, turning into a pair of hourglasses, and the golden quicksand flowed slowly, forming a distorted and blurred reflection of Wren's image, and then returned to normal.

He reaffirmed, "You can do it." ”

Seeing that Wren seemed indifferent, Ferantillus could only explain: "This is my ability, I will never make mistakes, and when you return to Modu and ask your teacher for advice, maybe there will be an answer." ”

"Okay. Wren nodded.

In fact, he had already thought of what to do, approached Fetitilus and reached over and asked, "Is that okay?"

"Please. ”

Wren's hand touched the metal collar and immediately learned its structure and properties.

This is a very magical magic alloy, not naturally formed, the melting method and formula are unprecedented, it can be perfectly combined with runes to lock and enslave a soul.

No matter how the soul's body changes, shrinking or enlarged, blurring or deforming, the collar can instantly adjust its form so that the target cannot be detached, like an appendage.

There is a powerful psychic imprint in the collar.

After wearing the collar, life and death are manipulated by the owner of the seal, which is similar to the charm of the mind, but it is different. Psychic charm is a natural spell that can sometimes be resisted, and can also be lifted by more powerful spells or divine spells, and this soul ring is tangible, unless it is dismantled and there is no other way.

The material of the collar is very strong, and if it is violently damaged, it will trigger a self-detonation, destroying the target.

Wren couldn't help but sigh.

The structure of this thing is so ingenious, and the method of making it is completely different from today, it must have been the hand of a powerful and ancient true dragon.

Fetantilus was right, he could indeed dismantle this soul circle.

It doesn't matter what alloy the collar is made of, it's metal, and Wren's activated metal only needs a split second to render it ineffective without triggering the self-destruct rune on it.

However, Wren was not in a hurry to dismiss.

He was very interested in this soul control circle, pretending to be thinking about how to crack it, but in fact, he was seriously studying the runes on it. Even if you don't know the dragon runes, you can memorize them by rote, and when you go back, you can slowly figure it out, and maybe you can reproduce a new soul control circle.

Petantileus didn't urge, letting Wren put his hand on his neck and wait patiently.

Until ten minutes later.

Wren said, "I'm going to start." ”

Fetantilus nodded, and in the next second, the hard collar melted, flowing like water onto Wren's hand, condensing into a metal ingot. The metal ingot, the size of a pigeon's egg, revealed wisps of cyan light, and none of the runes originally engraved on it worked, and were completely ineffective.

The whole process only lasted two or three seconds, and the soul control circle was lifted.

Even if Fetantilus knew that Wren had a way, he didn't expect it to be so easy, and the problem that had plagued him for many years was solved by Wren as simply as drinking water.

He didn't ask Wren how he did it, and he didn't see a smile on his face, and said:

"I owe you a favor. ”

Wren smiled, but he didn't really care.

I don't even know what the identity of the other party is, what's the use of this favor?

He observed with the eye of the soul and found that after the soul control circle was lifted, the state of Fetantilus's soul was still the same as before, and there was no change.

The Soul Circle only restricted his personal freedom, but did not suppress his soul strength.

"This collar metal is your reward. Fetantilus said, waving his hand to open a portal.

Wren's pupils shrank, and Fertantilus's casting speed was incredibly fast, and the portal reached the six rings, but it was almost instantaneous. His gaze penetrated the portal and found that the distance of the teleportation was very far, at least more than two hundred miles, far exceeding the distance of the normal six-ring portal.

It is impossible for an ordinary legendary beginner wizard to have such a clever spell-casting ability.

Fetantilus walked towards the portal, stopped abruptly before entering, turned around and said, "You'd better leave the Death Forest immediately, the owner of this collar is the King of the Green Dragon, 'Zhanqing'." Although Monagas is only one of its many children, it is highly valued, and with its narrow character, it may come to the door for revenge at any time. ”

With that, he entered the portal, and the emaciated figure vanished.

Wren looked at the empty platform, his face a little solemn.

He had heard of Zhan Qing's name, this was one of the most well-known evil dragons of Ehrenus, more than three thousand years old, had already entered the primeval dragon stage, known as the king of the green dragon, ruling over a quarter of the deepest part of the Death Forest, and I don't know how many dragon slaying warriors died under its dragon breath.

The older the dragon, the stronger it becomes, and the strength of an ancient green dragon is no less than that of a demigod!

Wren didn't dare to waste time, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

He immediately opened any door to the corpse of the green dragon and shouted, "Swift, you go into the dragon's lair to loot the treasure, I will dismember the corpse of the green dragon, be quick, Zhan Qing may be on the way here." ”

"King of the Green Dragon!"

"Oh my God, the goddess is ......"

Everyone gasped when they heard Zhan Qing's name, and their eyes were full of panic.

Bremet was even more anxious, "What more treasures do you need, the green dragons are all poor eggs, the things they collect are not valuable, and this green dragon is so young, how many good things can there be?"

The soul hunters did not listen, and ran into the dragon's lair from the entrance as fast as they could, as if a dragon was chasing after them.

Wren actually just said it casually, scaring everyone to hurry up.

The green dragon is not good at teleporting spells, even if the king of the green dragon flies fast, it is difficult to rush from the depths of the Death Forest Sea in a short time, and the probability of this kind of thing happening is very low.

But Swift didn't enter the dragon's lair, he walked over and took out a silver silk bag, and said, "Your Excellency, this is a high-grade shroud bag, which can hold the corpse of a giant dragon, bring it back to the empire and dismember it." ”

Wren couldn't help but be surprised, Schwifert was indeed very well prepared, and even took this into account.

This kind of body bag is similar to dimensional space equipment, but it can only hold corpses, there is an upper limit on the number and weight, many soul hunting teams will bring several, and the high-grade body bag can hold a corpse weighing no more than 500,000 pounds, which is more than enough to fit into this green dragon.

He took the silver silk bag, opened the mouth of the bag and stimulated it with soul power, and suddenly, the huge dragon corpse was shrunk and put in, but the weight of the bag did not change much.

In less than three minutes, the soul hunters came out of the dragon's lair.

They cursed one by one, but they didn't have much in their hands, and they didn't look like they had just ransacked the dragon's treasure.

Wren didn't bother to look at it, and took out the Arcane Torrent Staff to open the portal and let everyone in.

In one fell swoop, he used the three remaining portals on his staff for the day.

Teleported a hundred and fifty miles, through the Ismu River Valley, and then summoned all six fiery dragons, and everyone jumped on the dragon's back and flew desperately towards the edge of the Death Forest.