"Major magical research?" Wren's heart shook.

Holy Soul Wizards have stood at the pinnacle of mortal spellcasters, and any one of them has a myriad of magical knowledge. In their eyes, what can be called a major magical research must have a power that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

Extrapolating from Duke Redstone's words, this research will be going on for at least ten years!

Wren is also in constant contact with Holy Soul Wizards, and the teacher does some magic research from time to time, but it usually only takes a few days or weeks, and it is rare for more than half a year, let alone ten years.

"What is Duke Redstone working on?"

Wren was very curious.

He flipped through his journal and set the date Duke Redstone had begun his magical research, just a few days after Phyllis had returned to Pallas Floating City from Lonsander.

Unbeknownst to Phyllis, Duke Redstone had actually gone to Lonsander, disguised as her teacher Winslow, and apparently kept her in the dark.

Wren pondered for a moment, and had a rough guess in his heart: "In this way, the Duke of Redstone's goal in Longshande should have been achieved, and he may have obtained some key items, so he returned to Pallas and began to do magic research." ”

"It's very likely that this study will not be true. ”

"Otherwise, with the arrogant nature of the Duke of Redstone, he would never restrain Phyllis from provoking other Holy Soul Wizards. ”

Wren has not officially been in contact with Duke Redstone, but he has heard from the teacher that the character of this first-day genius in human history is extremely self-assured, and he will repay him, and he hardly takes anyone other than the Holy Soul Wizard in his eyes, and where the Holy Soul Wizard is, he will sometimes mock it to his face. Recommended ReadingTV//

"Forget it, it's none of my business. ”

"As long as Duke Redstone doesn't find me. ”

Wren didn't think much more, threw Phyllis's diary back into the ring, and counted the other items.

After crossing the Stano Mountains, the Wind Rider flew all the way to the northeast, resting a few times to regain his strength, and after half a day, he was close to the deep mud swamp.

Wren sensed that the steel ring he had given to Emilys had remained in one position for the past few days, and he couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong.

Counting the distance, the Emily Line was on the edge of a deep mud swamp, not far away.

He looked ahead with his soul eye, and could vaguely see a large, dark swamp on the horizon, with no end in sight.

"Go down. ”

Wren patted the seated Wyvern, landed on a piece of frozen soil, jumped to the ground, and said, "Good luck and goodbye." ”

The Wind Rider reluctantly rubbed his head against him, and finally took off to leave.

To be fair, the Wind Rider is a very good mount and extremely valuable, and Wren would love to keep it, but the danger is too great.

He chose the Wind Rider because it often appears as a mount for powerful orcs.

The Orc tribe has a very famous army called the "Vorrell Guard", which is independent of the clan and is loyal only to the great chiefs of the tribe. The members of the Warrell Guard are elite orc warriors who have a complete set of methods for taming the Wind Riders, and they never pass them on.

When people see the Wind Rider mount, they think of orcs.

If Wren appeared in front of others with the appearance of a human being, riding a wind rider, it would inevitably attract attention, and if it spread to the savannah, it was likely to be associated with Bloxga.

Wren did not dismantle the domestication of the Wind Rider, and its status can still be seen in the mobile phone interface.

If Pallas Floating City finds it, he can predict it in advance.

He was still dressed as a human ranger, wearing leather armor and a sword at his waist, and he was sure that there was no one around before he took out the Arcane Torrent Staff and opened a portal.

Coming out of the portal, there is a wilderness all around.

This was not far from Emilys's position, and Wren walked for a moment to find a way, and was a little surprised.

The deep mud swamp is located in the easternmost part of the orc tribe, very remote, the environment is harsh, even with the resilience of the orcs, it is difficult to settle for a long time, there are only a few small tribes, and it stands to reason that not many people will pass through. But on the road in front of me, there were many dense footprints, some orcs, some humans, as well as horseshoe prints and traces of various demonic beast mounts, which were obviously left not long ago, and they would not exceed ten days at most.

Wren looked in the direction of the footprints, and it was the deep mud swamp.

"Did something happen?"

He muttered, and ran at a low speed on the road, and had barely gone far when there was a sound of horses' hooves behind him, and when he looked back, he saw a group of horsemen galloping on tall horses.

Wren stopped and retreated to the side of the road.

There were more than a dozen of them in this cavalry, all of them human transcendents, most of them were iron guards wearing enchanted armor, and everyone looked like they had been on the road for several days in a row. When they saw Wren on the side of the road, they were all vigilant, and they slowed down and approached from a distance.

The cavalry captain at the head pulled up his helmet and armor, revealing the face of a weather-beaten middle-aged man, and the soul eye showed that he was a high-level iron guard, and his strength was quite good.

He rode his horse to a stop a dozen paces away.

Then he said politely, "Brother, how far is this from the Ice Thorn Clan?"

Wren had heard Emilys mention the Icethorns, a tribe of orcs who lived on the edge of the deep swamps, and they were familiar with the deep swamps, and anyone who entered the swamp had better get a guide from their tribe.

Judging by the location of the ring, Emilys should be inside the Icethorn Clan.

"It's not far ahead. Wren pointed in the right direction.

"Okay, thank you!" the cavalry captain looked delighted, and after thanking him, he didn't stop long, waved his hand, and continued on the road with his teammates.

Wren looked at their backs, and the voice of all things heard a few words of conversation.

"Captain, what is the origin of this guy? He dared to run into the deep mud swamp alone, I really don't know whether he is alive or dead. ”

"What do you care about so much?"

The cavalry captain reprimanded: "Take care of our own business, and hope that it will be in time, otherwise this trip will be in vain." ”

The voice faded away, and Wren didn't hear any more useful information.

Still, he saw something.

This group of cavalry came from the Knights of Brantania, a kingdom between the empire and the orc tribes, which worshipped the fairies of the lake, valued virtue, courage and glory, and the kingdom was proud of knights from the noble royal family to the common farmers, and the king was honored as the Knight King.

Brantania is home to three orders of knights, all of whom share a common credo: Glory is my destiny!

The Order was hierarchical, and every knight was a nobleman.

The group of people who passed by just now were only cavalry, not knights, and the armor they wore could also be seen, without a coat of arms or epaulettes, and had nothing to do with the three major knights, at most they could only be called wandering knights or mercenaries, and they were only civilians in Brantania.

Wren continued to run with doubts.

Soon after, a tribe appeared on a hillside, surrounded by a wooden fence and houses made of stone and logs, with a population of only 2,000 at most, barely a walled city.

However, outside the tribe there were a large number of camps stationed under the hillside.

"What's the situation?"

Wren was greatly stunned, and his eyes swept away, and found that there were at least dozens of tents, and groups of mercenaries, wandering knights, transcendents, and even adventurers of other races, gathered in twos and threes, or resting, or chatting, it was simply a vegetable market.

The team of wandering knights I met on the road just now also joined them and were camping.

This was not at all the same thing as the remote tribe he had expected.

A group of people in these tents caught Wren's attention, they were knights in fine armor, with swords at their waists, and their waists were straight when they walked, and they had a strong and majestic temperament, and a red rose was painted on the chest of the armor, which was very conspicuous.

They had more than a dozen tents, neatly arranged together, and improvised stables were built out of cloth next to them, in which handsome white war horses were carefully tended by several grooms.

Wren recognized them at a glance, they were the "Knights of the Rose", one of the three major knights of Brantania, and they were all real knights.

"The Rose Knight dared to enter the territory of the Horde and ran into the deep swamp. ”

Wren muttered to himself.

Although Brantania's relationship with the orc tribe is not a mortal enemy, it has friction from time to time, and it is definitely not a friendly neighbor.

The Rose Knight is bound to take a big risk when he breaks into the orc tribe.

Wren's arrival did not attract much attention, and there were not a few single-handed adventurers like him, and he found Emilys with a little sense.

Passing through a few tents, I saw Galadros on the outskirts of the camp.

The bronze dragon was chatting with a few mercenaries in a lively manner, and from time to time let out a burst of laughter, his gaze swept to Wren, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Thunder...... You're finally here!"

"It's all scattered, it's all scattered. ”

Galadros dispersed the mercenaries, approached Wren, and said with a smile: "We have been waiting for you for several days, and Emilys has been worried about you, so I know you will not have a problem." ”

"Well, I've kept you waiting. Wren nodded.

The two of them walked into a tent and immediately saw Emilys and Sindara, one sitting on a blanket writing and scribbling, which seemed to be Kangatero's battle map at a glance, and the Frost Sea Dragon lying in the corner and sleeping with a blanket.

"Wren!"

Emily put away the pen and paper and greeted her happily.

Wren gently put his arm around her shoulder, "How's your business going?" Amily couldn't help but ask.

"It went well. Wren smiled and replied, "In a few days, you will hear the news." He didn't elaborate, but instead asked, "Why didn't you go into the swamp to search for the dragons? What's going on here, why are there so many people? What are they here for?"

Sindara also woke up at this time, saw Wren, and muttered a few times in her mouth.

"It's a long story. Emily's face was complicated, and she replied, "They're here to find the dragon, just like me." ”