Heavy footsteps trampled the grass and bent it into the mud, and then let out a faint groan of pain, but after a flash of light, the ruined meadows were instantly restored to normal.

Even if an army passed on it, it did not leave any trace at a distance of several hundred meters.

This scene even Morriel, who led the team, was very surprised.

"This is the legendary Enchanted Forest?" she asked, turning to the black-robed man in front of her.

A month ago, after careful discussion, she and Long Zu finally decided to agree to Sandru's request, after all, the allure of a level 10 creature was too strong.

If they could have this level of legendary power, they would no longer have to fear the Wizard King of Bracada.

After all, even if the sworn enemy guarding the entrance to the tunnel of the underground world has become the Thor Titan, they are fearless, and they have always pressed on their hearts like a mountain, so that the only one who has not been able to take half a step into this surface world in six hundred years is that man.

Gwen Magnus.

However, when Morriel announced her and the Dragon's Ancestor to Sandru, they told her that it was not enough to have dragon blood and black dragon bones, they still lacked one of the most important parts - a complete purple dragon corpse.

Although this mysterious creature belongs to the same dragon family, it disappeared into history along with the other three dragons after the War of the Elders thousands of years ago.

The few remaining bits of information about them come from ancient historical records and yellowed psalms passed down by the bards.

But when the Dragon's Blood Queen questioned this, Sandru said that he had already found traces of the Purple Dragon's existence.

So a month ago, the assembled army, led by Sandru, made it through the long tunnels of the Nigon Underground into the territory of Euver, and then after being torn by an inexplicable force as they passed through the Maelstrom of the seabed, losing nearly half of their men, they finally set foot on the island shrouded in thick clouds and magical light.

That's why for hundreds of years, the dungeon's inhabitants have been stumbling with the Bracada at the exit of the tunnel, and they are reluctant to take this path back to their homeland.

Every time it loses half of its army before it goes to war, no country in the world can afford it.

Fortunately, this time they did not have a large army, except for a few minotaurs and poisonous scorpion lions, there were only a dozen dark dragons.

When the dark dragon named Gonzhas showed the rest of its kind how it could harness the dark powers, the other dark dragons in the dungeon quickly learned the new power and mutated.

In terms of learning ability, the dragon's wisdom is undoubtedly at the top of the biological pyramid.

Because of the black dragon's resistance to all magic, the inexplicable power in the maelstrom of the sea did not affect them.

The missing were all minotaurs and mice lions, which ensured that when they set foot on the island, they still had enough combat power to do what they were going to do.

Slay the dragon.

"Yes, let the others wait here, and for the rest of the way, you can take Gonzhas and them down with me. ”

There was some irrepressible excitement in Sandru's voice, and even the significance of killing a purple dragon was huge for him.

"Why?"

Despite forming allies, Morrill clearly doesn't have enough trust in the necromancer.

"If you don't want your army to be bombarded with all kinds of magic, don't forget that this is the Enchanted Forest, where the abundant elemental power can increase the effect of any magic several times more, and among all the dragons, the purple dragon is the best at using the power of magic. ”

Even if it was the weakest of the four legendary dragons, the lethality of an ordinary purple dragon was not something that these minotaurs and manticores could withstand.

The endless magic can easily slaughter this large number of warriors, and the numerical advantage proves nothing in front of the purple dragon with the ability to cast high-level forbidden spells, only the black dragon is not afraid of all magic characteristics to force the purple dragon into a desperate situation of hand-to-hand combat.

And Sandru knew that head-on fighting was exactly what Zilong was best at.

Of course, it also depends on the level of the enemy.

Morriel hesitated briefly after hearing Sandru's words, but she quickly made a wise choice.

Hundreds of minotaurs and manticores were left on guard, and she led a dozen dark dragons deep into it with Sandru.

Under the current situation, there is no need for the other party to harm her, and even without the Minotaur and the Venomous Scorpion Lion, she has nothing to fear in terms of strength.

Any conspiracy and trickery is as fragile as a blank sheet of paper in the face of absolute power, not to mention that even if he gets the corpse of Zilong, he can't do anything without her and the Dragon Ancestor's Essence Blood Sandru.

This is the fundamental reason why she is relieved to leave the army to enter with Sandru.

The entire enchanted forest was shaped like a giant conch hanging upside down, and the swaying meadows were gentle waves, and as Sandru and Morriel went deeper and deeper, the magical elements in the sky were so thick that even Gonzath and other dark dragons felt a little uneasy.

They lowered the altitude of their flight, so that a great shadow fell on the heads of the two walking on the ground.

It's like someone has covered the sky.

A strong aura of death began to linger in Sandru's body, his hands were taken out of his sleeves, and his face was no longer the calm and breezy expression, and it was terrifying to hit the head of the legendary dragon anywhere in the world.

Affected by Sandru's performance, Morriel has not yet completed her transformation, but judging from the scales that have spread to her cheeks and the back of her neck, she is ready to enter the battle at any time.

There was no wind in the silence of the forest, and all the blades of grass seemed to be attracted by some special force, surging towards the depths of the forest in a strange manner, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching the invaders on the ground and in the air, and Morriel could feel the strong hostility emanating from the forest with every step he took.

A pure white and beautiful unicorn suddenly appeared on their right, then a second, then a third, and soon, a sacred unicorn with a golden spiral with thick sharp horns and a golden mane on top of its head also appeared.

These beautiful creatures were clearly not here to welcome Sandru, and after a fidgety hiss and the sound of hooves smashing the earth, the unicorn herd attacked the invaders.

Sandru and Morriel both stood still, and this level of battle didn't require them to fight, and those dark dragons in the sky would naturally solve it.

Even if unicorns are already the most powerful creatures in the elven realm besides dragons, if there are only a few dozen of them, they will not be taken seriously.

However, when a dozen or so dark dragons roared in the sky and began to dive towards the ground, the entire forest shook violently.

Tall trees suddenly opened their eyes and waved their thick branches at the Dark Dragon, the tough vines that might not have been able to entangle the Dark Dragon for long, but they were enough for the unicorn to rush in front of Sandru and Moriel.

"Hey. ”

Sandru stretched out his right hand.

The quiet meadow suddenly tumbled violently, and countless bubbles of yellow mud appeared between the unicorns rushing towards their clearing, and the first few unicorns were immediately swallowed up in the deep mire and struggled and screamed.

But the more they struggled, the faster they sank, and the unicorns on the edge of the quagmire could only watch their companions gradually lose their tops, and there was nothing they could do about the sad wailing steps beside them.

Morrill didn't move, but there was a hint of jealousy in her eyes when she looked at Sandru.

To be able to combine the most common slowness techniques with quicksand traps to this extent without any spells, she had only seen one person in six hundred years.

"Your Majesty, you'd better act too, this quicksand won't hold them back for long, and now that the Forest Guardian and Unicorn have appeared, the Purple Dragon won't be too far away from us. ”

Sandru certainly felt Moriel's strange look, but he wouldn't explain that the spell worked so well because it was an enchanted forest.

A proper sense of mystery and deterrence is necessary for a fragile alliance like theirs.

"Humph!"

Morrill snorted coldly and jumped straight into the air.

"Roar!"

A terrifying dragon's breath, five meters in diameter, slammed into the wailing herd of unicorns.

Above them, a terrifying dragon covered in scales and black and red spread its wings.

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