Gustavo didn't know what was happening, and when he reopened his eyes, he was refreshed and even his body was a little lighter.

He still retained his flying form, so he subconsciously waved his wings a few times.

"Whew-whew-" kicked off the air like a small tornado.

Wait, this sound?

He didn't remember that he could make such a loud noise, and years of flying experience told him that it was a pair of huge wings, wide and powerful, with a spread of at least two meters.

Piper seemed to understand what he was thinking, and casually pulled out a mirror.

"This TM is Lao Tzu???"

Gustavo looked at the snow-white, dumbfounded guy in the mirror, and felt the urge to die.

What about your perfect streamlined body? What about the sharp eagle eyes and handsome silver feathers? Who is this stupid bird with a round head and crooked beak in front of you?

"It's called a snowy owl, you can call it an owl." Piper explained in all seriousness. It seems that Lancelot's departure has matured him a lot.

The patriarch hadn't woken up from the huge blow yet, and he looked at the mirror, wanting to make a fierce gaze, but his round eyes revealed a few hints of naivety and cuteness, which made his heart swell with endless sadness.

That's stupid......

Still unconvinced, he opened his beak and tried to prove that he was still mighty with a clear eagle's chirp.

"Gurgle-goo-"

It's over, it's all over.

What was worse than this was that the walls of the fourth layer were all peeled off, and the wind was ventilated on all sides, and the acorns had only spread their branches, and had not yet pulled out their thick leaves, so that the people who had just flown in saw him at a glance.

"Patriarch!!"

"Gustavo!"

"Bastard, you-hahahaha......"

One figure after another fell, and the originally happy greeting quickly turned into continuous laughter.

Gustavo, who was also one of the sources of laughter, wanted to strangle these guys.

"You...... You stupid bird, you're so cute. Igor turned into a human form and stood next to him, two meters taller than the snow owl crouching on the ground.

"Woo-"

Gustavo let out an angry hiss, and the group laughed even more.

He hurriedly changed back.

Fortunately, the human form was not affected, and he was relieved.

", laugh at the fart, get back to laugh for me, it's a shame to be here."

"Why, the team leader, won't fly back with us?" Igor frowned and said, "We still want to see your soaring figure." ”

Gustavo then kicked him in the ass, with just the right amount of force, and sent him flying.

Seeing the crowd of mischievous clansmen walk away, he turned to Piper.

"What the hell is going on?"

"You're a descendant of Avina, big man." Piper puts away the mirror. "You are the guardian of Imotru, with higher authority than us caretakers."

"Wait a minute—" Gustavo sat on the ground, earnestly brushing it up.

Combined with his own dreams, he barely understood what was going on.

The legend of Imotrum has been passed down from generation to generation, and the more it is passed on, the more vague and outrageous it becomes, and there is a lack of scholars among the druids to record it, and over time only the clear main line of "living under the group of trees, and the big trees running away" remains.

Even when Hamuel told the story to little Gustavo, he directly said that the druids grew from trees, and when he landed, he faced the earth, so one of the organs that landed first was one size larger than the others from an early age. On the other hand, since his father was an elf, he died in a battle with giants. His mother, who was a Nightblade Leopard, spent his days running around in the wilderness, so he was raised by his grandfather and believed in it until he was fifteen years old.

At the age of fifteen, he was fortunate enough to witness the crotch size of a wild giant, and he decided to fall from the tallest tree in Fujido Ward again, and only after being rescued did he realize that the old man had teased him. Although this incident has always been regarded as a joke, he has always been curious about the true origin of the druid, especially when he watched Hamuel crash to death on the altar, and there was a hint of reluctance and sadness in his curiosity.

And now, he finally has a vague answer.

"Is there a difference between what you just said?" He asked.

"Absolutely." Piper tilted his head. "Guarding is just a task, but guarding is a responsibility."

"Fart." Gustavo spat on the ground, he thought of Grandpa Hamuel, thought of his mother, remembered every patriarch who stood in the sinkhole, if it wasn't for the chance to blow up the altar and open the door, he would probably have to guard it for the rest of his life.

"The headless guard is also a task, and the ghost knows when the mission is a leader, and Lao Tzu is not stupid, how can he guard a broken tree for a lifetime."

Piper was silent for a moment, but didn't answer, he shook his head and turned to leave.

"Wait—" The patriarch grabbed him. "I haven't asked you where Xiao Mu went, you just told me that he was gone, let me wait patiently, is he back now? Why did you just let me go today? Why did you go earlier? ”

"This is the first time you've asked for it, why did you go earlier?"

"I-" Gustavo froze, he thought about it carefully, he was usually curious about what that dream could turn out of, so he didn't say anything like that.

"What about the little Muren?"

"I don't know."

"Then I'm going to look for him?"

"Whatever you want."

“…… You won't stop me? ”

"You're leaving?"

"I-"

The patriarch was asked again, and he let go of his hand and scratched his head angrily, for the first time he noticed that this guy was so choking.

He learns from the other party that what he had experienced three months ago was just a test, but he couldn't figure out why he was the only one covered in injuries, and he had met a fake windtalker, and what his dreams were all about. Now the only person who can give an answer has also left, and I can't go to him yet.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, so he simply turned into a nightblade leopard and jumped away.

"Roar—"

A roar came, as if to say goodbye.

Piper looked at his rapidly disappearing back and couldn't help but wonder a little.

"Master Shans said that this guy saw his original destiny in the trial, and was recognized by the mother tree, and he was able to see the distant past...... But why do I think he didn't see anything? ”

……

Walking through the windswept bushes, Gustavo felt that every plant and tree here was very kind, especially Imotru, who seemed to feel the tree sleeping.

It contained a tremendous amount of energy in its body, and the surging elements around it seemed to be jubilant, surging from all directions, and squeezing into the trees in a steady stream.

Where did they go? Gustavo thought so, and desperately chased the elements with his senses, and his body involuntarily approached Imotru.

His perception followed the elemental trail into the tree, and although it was pitch black in front of him and he couldn't see anything, as he continued to go deeper, he seemed to hear a sound.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

The sound became more and more pronounced, like the heart beating strongly.

The depth of perception was blocked by a wall, and at this time, his whole person, no, the whole leopard was already attached to Imotru, and the feline claws were deeply embedded in the crevices of the vines.

The wall exudes a strange aura that is both strange and familiar.

It was somewhat similar to the surging elements that permeated the air, and somewhat close to the vast amount of soul energy that lingered above McTran's corpse......

If he wasn't sure of either of these ingredients, there was another breath that he was all too familiar with. It was the smell of the elements in the air of Lokan before coming to the Wind Firmament.

With his strong perception as a Sen speaker, although limited by the level of culture and unable to describe them in reasonable language, personally, distinguishing these elements is as simple and casual as drinking water and eating.

It's a feeling that can only be understood but not expressed.

Just as he closed his eyes to carefully confirm the composition of this wall, a more familiar smell crept into his nostrils.

"Ursa!!"

And with that came a gust of wind.

He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately turned into a bear monster and turned to catch Susanna's burly body.

Weighing the weight and impact of his hand, he estimated that he would have to slow down by another second, and he was afraid that he would have to score three points.

"Honey, how did you end up like this?" The she-storm bear looked at him in amazement.

Gustavo was still a sturdy bear, but he was snow-white and spotless, as if he had just been brought out of a flour bucket.

"Honey, don't worry so much, let's go back and talk."

The patriarch felt like a volcano about to erupt.

"Okay, you can fly me back." Suzanne hugged her lover, and she longed for the feeling of letting the breeze caress her face.

The patriarch swallowed back the word "good" halfway through speaking, and he felt that his flying form might not be able to see anyone in his life.

"Honey, let's walk back, just imagine, holding your furry hand, we walk upright together, isn't this scene beautiful?"

"It's all up to you!"

Gustavo finally breathed a sigh of relief and gave Mu Yan a thumbs up in his heart.

"What you kid taught me is so useful!"

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Heru, the Valley of the Ghosts of Hosdi.

Mu Yan, who had two cyan wings spread out behind him, was shuttling through the jungle, and suddenly sneezed, his body staggered, and he almost fell to the ground.