In the clammy mist, a gray shadow gradually emerged. Four or five vines pulled out from around the black shadow, and after shaking the mist, he came directly to Grant's side.

Rough branches, covered with dense black veins and some whiskers. With a tearing sound, two gaps slowly tore in the middle of the bark of the tree roots, revealing a pair of green eyes.

Those eyes had a look of old age and vicissitudes, and they were full of wisdom.

Grant stretched out his right hand and hooked it into the air, and the three demon pets ran to his side in unison, standing in front of him in a line.

"You're the Dryad King of this area, aren't you?" Grant said in a deep voice.

He felt that the Treant King in front of him knew the secrets here, and he was afraid that he would make trouble. In this case, you may be able to get some benefits. The Treants have a long life comparable to the ancient High Elves, and there is a high chance of knowing invisible ruins and ancient spells, and even a few mysterious items.

"I am the Nanmu Tree Spirit King who has lived for 1,300 years, you can call me Bibian."

"Well, Bibian, what do you want to say?"

Grant narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the tree in front of him, who didn't know how big it was. He knew that what was in front of him was not the main body. Because the older you get, the bigger the tree becomes. This is supposed to be the companion seed of the main body.

"I want the strong to let go of my children, and as for compensation, I can give you a copy of the skull of the Green Wood Dragon, although in the past three thousand years, a lot of energy has been lost. But I'm sure you're going to love it. ”

The voice of the Treant King carried a murmur of trees grinding against the stone plate, but fortunately, the two sides were not only talking with their mouths, but also communicating with each other in spirit.

Grant's eyes were slightly surprised. He secretly said in his heart: "The green wood dragon is the closest to the green dragon, and it can also rank in the top three among the top ten wurms." There you have it. Lei Fei's physical strength may directly rise to the beginning of the fourth order, and the power of the spell is very exciting. ”

Think about it for a moment. Grant smiled: "I agreed to this matter, since you are so sincere, I might as well accept the favor and break this matter." ”

"Yes, thank you." The Dryad King nodded, his eyes slowly closed, and the bark around him returned to its original state. The roots of the tree slowly receded, shrinking back to the shadow.

Grant looked up at the ground, and there were four or five cracks in the gray and black dirt. There was a vast coercion from within.

He knew that this was the coercion of the dragon clan, and it was very similar to the one unique to the Green Wood Dragon.

The earth rattled and revealed a pitch-black semicircular hole with several green vines sticking out of it, the ends of which tightly wrapped a piece of the dragon's head skull of Bai Sensen, on which were covered with two horns, a third broken on the left. The surface of the wound is flat and smooth, and there is not a trace of energy burning.

Grant glanced at it and guessed who had cut it off with a knife. As for this person, he is at least around the seventh order.

"Yes, that's right. It is the skull of a green wood dragon. I didn't expect such good luck. Gran nodded, reached out and grabbed the skull and sent it into the reserve. Then, clapping his hands and getting ready to leave.

He knew that with the dragon skull, this time it was not in vain.

"Wait!" The Treant King communicates mental power. Voices came slowly.

Grant stiffened, turned his head and asked, "What else is going on?" ”

"Your name is Lord Grant, isn't it?" There was a hint of desolation and trembling in the voice.

Grande head. Slightly surprised: "How do you know?" ”

"There was once a great being who sent me a command when a human mage named Grant was going to slaughter your race. Just give him the green wood dragon skull. ”

The dryad hissed and said in a low tone.

"And that kind of thing. Who is he? Grant narrowed his eyes, and his calm mood fluctuated slightly for a while. Being able to predict himself a long time ago, it seems that crossing this matter is not so simple, everything is for a reason.

"He calls himself a Planeswalker, but I don't know anything else."

"Thank you." Grant's face was solemn, and there must have been a connection between the sound of the purple dungeon area and the fact that he was called a planeswalker.

It's just that Grant still suppressed his curiosity for the time being. No matter what the other party meant, judging from the current conditions, he must be a terrifying mage, at least beyond the ninth order.

"It doesn't matter who you are! It's better not to have bad intentions. Grant's eyes reflected a chill as he quietly walked out of the misty woods.

He slowly walked out of the woods, quickly disappearing into the exit of the trees.

Afterwards, the Dryad King sighed leisurely, looked at the unlucky Treant, and said, "I'm sorry, my great-great-grandson, this matter concerns the entire race, and it is impossible to avenge you. ”

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Lush trees and mist mingle and it's a strange wood.

There was a large hollow pit in a clearing somewhere, surrounded by grayish-yellow dirt. There are also a few roots and a few leaves that have just been ripped off at the border.

A black-robed mage stood by a large tree nearby, and he reached out to hold on to the tree pole and looked into the distance.

"That guy doesn't know when he'll come back, and when he comes back, as long as he finds a chance to live, he won't let you go in vain. You wait to die. The big boss's face was ugly, and he gritted his teeth.

He angrily slammed the tree, and with a hum, the leaves of the tree fell one after another, forming a rain of leaves.

I don't know when, another black-robed mage appeared behind the big boss. He held a black light thorn in his hand.

"It seems that you are quite energetic here, and you know how to speak ill." Grant smiled slightly, his slitted eyes glinting with a faint chill.

The big boss trembled, and felt the chill behind him, and he couldn't help but sweat coldly, and his heart was terrified. Because he knew what he had just said.

He immediately turned around and pleaded, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I just said something in a fit of anger. ”

"Oh?" Grant nodded lightly, bent his index finger, and flicked towards the space, and with a snap, the big boss instantly felt that his sea of meditation was all destroyed, and the blood in his whole body flowed backwards, converging towards the soles of his feet.

Grant jerked back, his eyes not looking at the big man who was about to explode.

Bang!

The bloody human body exploded into a mist of bones and blood foam, floating around.

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A small white island with a white medium-sized freighter anchored on the coast.

The brown-robed man sat on the deck, holding a three-section sword in both hands and quietly waiting for Grant to return. Under the sun, bright sunlight falls onto the deck, forming beams of light and white halos.

The cabin at the back was crowded with nearly 100 merchants. Every merchant has a worry on their face, and the longer they stop here, the more danger they face.

"What to do? You can't stop here forever. ”

"But the powerful mage hasn't returned, and the brown-robed man in front of him won't stop."

"Let's do it ourselves!"

As they chattered, one of them pointed to the sparse woods and exclaimed, "He's back!" (To be continued......)