The junction of the orc world and the elven world.

A large green wind snake landed in a forest.

The giant dragon in the gorgeous aristocratic costume waved his hand slightly, and after the huge wind snake mount hissed, the wings were spread, and he left the predator on his own.

At this time, Vitruvius's body was slowly swimming in the waterhole with Coslin, Davy and Hebrew, and it was a distance of dozens of miles, and I was afraid that it would take half a long time to reach the exit of the waterhole.

There were water elemental guards along the way, and Aisarina was even more projected to follow, so it could be said that the poisonous demonic beasts in the waterhole did not pose any threat to their group at all.

There was no need to pay much attention to the ontology, in order to be able to successfully obtain the unicorn heart blood potion, Vitruvius's spiritual will almost descended on the dragon points.

It's like a god in the kingdom of God descending a spiritual consciousness to a divine envoy.

As soon as the dragon's eyes closed and opened, Vitruvius's ontological spiritual consciousness in an unknown region almost completely descended on Zaifen.

The dragons and Vitruvius are also the shells of his soul consciousness, just like a person owns two houses, and he can live in one of them if he wants.

Returning to the Ghost Forest, Vitruvius was filled with emotion.

This forest is densely populated with ghosts and dead wood monsters, so it is called the Ghost Forest.

In the past, when Vitruvius first entered the Ghost Forest, he only had the strength of the awakening period, and he was almost killed by a ghost.

Now his strength is almost at the top of the plane, especially when it comes to using this point.

The souls that lived in the Dragon's Points, came into contact with Vitruvius' spiritual consciousness, and the experience, methods, and thinking about how to use the Dragon's Points to fight were all flowing into Vitruvius's mind.

I saw a small lightning bolt in the dragon's backhand, which was the most rudimentary magic arrow in witchcraft.

Crackling.

A ghost was killed in the distance.

With five fingers spread, Vitruvius looked at the hands that had just sent out magic arrows, and felt very satisfied.

It is rare to find something as powerful as Vitruvius than the main body, after all, anyone likes to live in a splendid palace rather than a small cabin.

However, Vitruvius is still more nostalgic, and the palace can live occasionally, and the cabin is his real home.

Walking through this secluded forest, Vitruvius slowly recalls the scene when he came to the ghost forest many years ago.

The ghosts and deadwood monsters in the Goblin Forest are weak and pose no threat to themselves, and the sacred unicorn is the prey of their own journey.

It's the old guy at Allwood who really needs to be careful.

Grand Druid Alwood's secret laboratory is in the Ghost Forest, and he has cultivated an army of demon dragonmen, with men with infinite strength and women with enchanting charm.

Thinking that Vitruvius's current strength will naturally not be afraid of the legion composed of ironclad dragonmen, but the old guy from the Great Druid Alwood himself, Vitruvius still can't afford to provoke.

The sacred forest where the unicorn lives seems to be in the western direction of the Goblin Forest.

And the secret laboratory of that old fellow in Alwood seems to be in the northeast direction, and the two places are far apart, and Vitruvius will not cause any trouble as long as he keeps a low profile, kills a unicorn and leaves.

Vitruvius seemed to walk slowly and quickly on the path he remembered, when suddenly, his nose twitched and he smelled a fresh smell of blood.

The smell of blood caught Vitruvius's attention, and he changed direction in the direction where the smell of blood had come from.

After walking only a few hundred steps, Vitruvius was delighted.

A sacred unicorn, whose neck seemed to have been severed by a giant long knife, soaked his white mane with blood.

This is really nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

As long as you get to the elven world, the unicorn that is extinct in the human world can be picked up on the ground after it is finished.

Vitruvius slapped the space bag and pulled out a dagger, and with such skillful movements, he broke open the unicorn's chamber, cut off its heart completely, and then put it in a wooden box, and then stuffed it into his own space bag.

Then Vitruvius stood up and looked at the messy footsteps on the ground, and he could sketch out the tragic battle scene in his mind.

There seems to be a battle ahead

Vitruvius stepped away, there is a failure rate in the configuration of the unicorn blood potion, even if the configuration is successful, a bottle of blood potion may not necessarily be able to get the "innocent heart", it is better to prepare more insurance

Following the messy footsteps, he didn't go far, and he was a sacred unicorn that had just been slain.

Well, it can't be wasted.

Break, coring, boxing and taking away.

It only takes three seconds to complete this series of actions.

Vitruvius then continued to pick up the corpses, picking up at least a dozen of the corpses of the sacred unicorns along the way.

Eventually, he came across a sacred unicorn, which was killed and stacked on top of each other.

A legion of about 30 ironclad dragonmen has just broken through the sacred land in the forest and completed the task assigned by his father Alwood.

They marched back towards the Black Dragon's Lair with neat steps.

Just before their way home.

A human crouched beside the corpses of several unicorns and seriously broke the heart box, completely ignoring their huge army.

When the Ironclad Dragonmen approached.

The human had just taken the hearts of all the unicorns and placed them in the space bag.

Vitruvius' hands were stained with the blood of unicorns, but he didn't leave with a sense of humor, but looked at this army of ironclad dragonmen with a cold face.

There are about 30 ironclad dragonmen, and about six dragonmen.

The leading ironclad demon dragonman is a fourth-order legend, and there are also three third-order ironclad demon dragonmen, and the rest are second-order ironclad demon dragonmen.

In all fairness, this legion is still strong, and it is definitely a small force in the human world, but it does not pose any threat to Vitruvius today.

Judging from the direction from which this legion came back, they must have gone to the Forest Holy Land just now, and they had already slaughtered the Forest Holy Land

Look at this human with blood on his hands, motionless in front of an army.

The Phantom Dragon Man led by him didn't know his depth, and in the spirit that more is better than less, he coldly threatened, "Human, get out of here." ”

Vitruvius raised his eyes, these ironclad dragonmen and phantom dragons were Alwood's test subjects, and Alwood did make Vitruvius very jealous.

Vitruvius, of course, was reluctant to provoke his men if he didn't have to.

It's just that today Vitruvius doesn't intend to give way, because he sees an old man.

It was a little human girl dressed in elven costume, she had a disc face, but at this time, half of her face was bruised and swollen, obviously knocked unconscious by the punch of the ironclad dragonman.

Vitruvius recognized the little girl at a glance, the human druid Brendy, and the apprentice of the great druid Alwood.

Years ago, in the ghost forest, the scene of the little girl Brundy defeating herself with a piece of moonlight dust is still in front of me.

Later, he became bigger, and the bear followed her to complete the mission of the Demon Essence

A group of inferior ironclad dragonmen have tied up a former companion of their own.

Although Vitru was afraid that Alwood didn't want to cause trouble, he could only stare dryly after he could kill this group of dragonmen and then spread his wings and fly away

"Let go of that girl, and you can leave." Vitruvius's voice came coldly, full of unmistakable taste.

swish

Under the command of the Phantom Dragons, a group of ironclad demon dragons raised the long knives in their hands in unison, and the cold light on the knives was shining.

In a neat formation, they charged towards Vitruvius.

The Iron Dragon is a tall man who charges with a heavy long sword, and when it comes to impact, he is no weaker than the human champion knight.

Vitruvius's eyes flashed, and he said secretly.

I really didn't have a chance to experiment with the reproduction of witchcraft.

Vitruvius was a little on tiptoe, and the whole person flew towards the rear, and the super high genus made it impossible for this group of ironclad demon dragons to get close to him.

As Vitruvius chanted, silver arcs of lightning swirled upward, and after four or five breaths, a leaping thick bolt of lightning came out of his hand.

Four-ring sorcery, chain lightning.