An Wenxuan was like this, he traveled in the secret realm for about two or three hours, and after returning several times without success, he finally heard a faint sound of breaking wind in his ears. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are still active demonic beasts in the dark night, but this kind of demonic beasts are a minority in the misty forest, and most of them are relatively strong, all the way. An Wenxuan had already met several pairs of demonic beasts that were fighting to the death, so he didn't care too much.

But his attention couldn't help but stay in the direction where the wind was coming from for a few seconds, and he immediately felt abnormal.

Warcraft are not humans, let alone elves, when they fight, they are full of bestiality, and they will let out roars, gasps, and threatening roars at any time, but at this moment, where the sound of the breaking wind came from, only one demonic beast made these sounds.

The other side was quiet and terrifying, and in An Wenxuan's ears, he only heard the sound of the silent attacker's rapid attack again and again mixed with the wheezing and roaring of the demonic beast. And this silent attacker clearly had the upper hand, dodging the roaring demonic beast everywhere.

But the demonic beast didn't know why, although its strength was obviously inferior to the other party, but it was unwilling to give up, An Wenxuan was approaching rapidly, and he could even hear the hissing sound of blood spraying from the wound of the demonic beast.

Finally, a violent roar resounded in the night sky, and An Wenxuan's face shook up: I have found the main master! The seriously injured demonic beast was obviously desperate in a hurry, and desperately took a beating. Unleashed a powerful magic spell and hit the opponent, the opponent who had been silent finally couldn't help but snort, staggered back some distance, and stalemate with the monster.

What could make a muffled snort? There should be only one kind of person here—elves! And now there should be no elves sent by the Elven Empire in the Misty Forest, and the only possibility is only those demonized elves.

An Wenxuan's heart was excited, but he didn't rush over, but instead reduced his speed, but completely hid his breath. Silently leaned over. Bypassing a few dense giant trees, An Wenxuan's eyes saw the two sides in the confrontation.

On one side is a dual-line Warcraft with a strength of about the early stage of the Wind, and An Wenxuan knows that it is a kind of Warcraft "Apache" with a huge reputation. The strength of adult Apache is generally at the innate level, and occasionally those with outstanding quality will become ground-level demonic beasts.

Apache is famous in the Continent of the Gods, due to its peculiar physique of the wind and wood dual lineage, and also because it is one of the few amphibious monsters in land and air.

It has a body similar to that of a demon wolf, but it is three to five times larger than an ordinary demon wolf, and has a pair of fleshy wings on its back, all of which are stretched out, and the wingspan can reach an astonishing ten meters. In peacetime, it is mainly on land, and during battle, it can fly into the air for a short time and carry out a dive attack on the ground.

Although the Apache Land has very limited flying energy compared to real flying monsters, it has a strong physique that most flying monsters do not have. Moreover, the speed and strength of sprinting on the ground are far superior to that of ordinary magical beasts, so it is also one of the best riding pets for knights on the Continent of the Gods.

Wind can make Apache faster, and wood can make it have a strong recovery ability, as long as there is a place with abundant wood magic elements, such as in the misty forest, then Apache's protracted combat ability is extremely terrifying, the free wood magic elements in the air can make its injuries recover quickly, as long as it is not too badly injured, it can play a war of attrition with the enemy.

No wonder, this Apache was injured and still didn't give up leaving, in the misty forest, it really had no enemies, even the demonized spirit standing in front of it at this moment was difficult to deal with it.

The one who fought with the Apache was a demonic elf. From the perception, An Wenxuan judged that the strength of this demonized elf had reached the innate peak, and it was only one step away from the ground level, but this step was the heavenly moat.

That's why he was able to beat the difficult Apache so miserably, but at this moment, the state of this demonized elf is obviously not very good, he has always had the upper hand, under the blow of Apache just now, he has been injured not lightly or severely, and his actions can no longer be as agile as before he was not injured, so he can only temporarily stop attacking.

In fact, he didn't want to clash with this Apache at all, but unfortunately, the courtship of this hot-blooded Apache was accidentally disturbed by him, and the mother beast ran away, and the horny Apache immediately turned his lust into anger and launched a crazy attack on him.

This demonized elf stopped attacking and was helpless, after suffering a lot of injuries, he no longer had the confidence to easily get rid of Apache's pursuit, you must know that this Apache has the ability to fly for a short time, if he wants to get rid of Apache's pursuit, then Apache will definitely use his flying ability to catch up in a moment, at that time, he with his back to Apache has no confidence that he can block the thunderous blow that Apache swooped down.

However, he immediately realized that he no longer needed to worry about Apache. When the demonized elf confronted Apache, An Wenxuan quietly flashed behind him, and with a flick of his fingers, the demonized elf felt stiff and couldn't move anymore. Before the demonized elf could come back to his senses, An Wenxuan put him into the 33 Heavenly Realm Ball with a wave of his hand.

This is not a good place for interrogation, and there is no need for this for the time being, but the angry expression of the Apache in front of him made An Wenxuan laugh dumbly.

Although the strength of this Apache has not reached the innate peak, the shape of the Apache is good, and the ability is also very special, which is also rare in the misty forest, which makes An Wenxuan have the mind to subdue it, anyway, the characteristic pets have been established by his party in various regions.

Therefore, this young Apache, who was dazzled by the mother beast, only had time to let out a threatening roar to An Wenxuan, and he followed in the footsteps of the demonized elf, and as soon as his body was numb and his eyes were flowered, he was collected into the 33 Heavenly Realm Ball by An Wenxuan.

After receiving the Apache, An Wenxuan immediately headed for the way back, most of the night had passed, and it was only an hour or two before dawn, and it would be much more troublesome for him to return to his room on the Elven Divine Tree after dawn.

When passing through the entrance of the secret realm again, An Wenxuan didn't slow down in the slightest, and swept past the two elven elders. The two elven elders were dazed, but a voice not far away sounded in disbelief: "Huh, why did it seem a little strange just now?"

When the two elven elders heard this voice, they quickly turned their heads to look in the direction where the voice came from, and when they saw the person coming clearly, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and saluted respectfully, "Lord Clint, why did you come out?"

It turned out that the person who spoke just now was the old dragon Clint, who looked at the direction of the Elven Divine Tree suspiciously, and asked, "Has anyone entered the secret realm in the past few days?"

The two elven elders glanced at each other and shook their heads slightly, and one of them replied, "Back to Lord Clint, due to security concerns during this time, no clansmen have entered the secret realm. ”

Clint looked heavy and bowed his head in deep thought. The elder couldn't help but ask, "Lord Clint, have you found something wrong?"

Clint was awakened by this question, raised his eyes and shook his head, "No, no. After a little hesitation, he couldn't help but add: "You guard the entrance of the secret realm, you have a great responsibility, be careful, be vigilant!"

The two elven elders hurriedly said yes in unison, but they unconsciously glanced at each other: Lord Clint said this, it seems that something is wrong, otherwise why would he, who has never spoken to manage the specific affairs of the clan, say these two words!

Clint didn't care, and with a flicker, he flew towards the Elven Divine Tree. I saw that his face was heavy, but he sighed helplessly in his heart: I really hope for ...... It won't be what you thought it would be!

An Wenxuan returned to the treehouse of the Elven Divine Tree, just when it was just dawn.

Naturally, no one came to harass him early in the morning, and the two elven mages who were guarding hundreds of meters away from the treehouse were still dutifully guarding the treehouse to prevent other elves from entering by mistake, although this situation basically did not happen.

It's a pity that they don't know that His Excellency An Wenxuan, who was in the treehouse they guarded, had already run to their forbidden land secret realm and wandered around for a long time, and he also caught a living mouth and came back.

The time to treat demonized elves generally starts at ten o'clock in the morning, after all, An Wenxuan's performance makes the elves think that this is a serious physical work that consumes fighting energy, and it is not bad to work in the morning and in the evening in that one or two hours, anyway, An Wenxuan will only work five hours a day and will automatically rest, but the number of elves he treats within five hours is constantly increasing, from the initial ten people to the current twenty people, but this kind of efficiency makes the elves sweat for him.

It was just dawn now, and the time was only around seven o'clock in the morning, and An Wenxuan had at least two hours of free time to interrogate the captured demonized elf captive.

If nothing he expected, there was a clear difference between this demonized elf and the elf he had treated before, at least this demonized elf was quite conscious, and did not show a particularly crazy tendency.

Unleashing the prohibition, blocking the possible detection magic and doors and windows, An Wenxuan released the demonized spirit from the 33 Heavenly Realm Sphere.

The demonic elf with a look of surprise on his face looked at the human in front of him with his blood-red eyes, but his heart was at a loss, how could there be a human in Titian's city? His memory clearly told him that this should be the ground tree house on the elven god tree, but no guests of other races have visited this place in Titian City for a long time.

Moreover, this human had the audacity to sneak into the secret realm of the elven forbidden land, which he really did not expect, otherwise he would not have been captured so easily. Thinking of this, the demonized elf couldn't help but feel annoyed, knowing that this was the case, why should he be entangled with the crazy Apache.

An Wenxuan just stared at him for a moment, and when he saw the doubt, regret and unwillingness in the eyes of this demonized elf, he finally chuckled and said, "What do you call you, Your Excellency?

The Demon Elf was silent for a moment, thinking that keeping his name didn't seem to matter a lot, at least now that he had fallen into the hands of the humans in front of him. In addition, he was already in Titian's City, and it would not be particularly difficult for him to really know his identity.

Come to mind. The demonized spirit sighed helplessly, "Since you have been caught, there is no need to talk nonsense. Your Excellency, my name is Gilleral!"

Hearing this name, An Wenxuan's heart moved, and he asked, "Gilelal, this name is very familiar!"

A look of helplessness appeared on his face: "Your Excellency doesn't need to laugh at me, in fact, Gilleras is my younger brother. ”

An Wenxuan was a little surprised, but he also knew a little, since he had the name of Celess in front of him, then this self-proclaimed chief elder of the Elven Elders' House of Elves, the elder brother of Celes, must also be an important character.

The smile on his face faded, but the look of curiosity grew thicker, and he asked, "I've only heard the name of your younger brother, the Great Elder of Celerus. Allow me to guess, though, that your current situation has something to do with your brother Celeral, Your Excellency?"

Hearing this, Gillar was silent for a moment before replying in a deep voice: "Since you know his identity, it is not surprising that you think of this. That's right, if it weren't for him, how would I have become what I am now!If it weren't for him, why would I have been able to keep my sanity after being demonized, and I should really be grateful to my dear brother!"

An Wenxuan noticed that when Giller said the word "brother", he did not look happy, but looked disgusted.

An Wenxuan: "Your Excellency, it won't be your younger brother Gilleras who demonized you, right?"

Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "I also hope that this is the case, so that I can go to hell with him, but unfortunately, my brother is still a spotless and noble Venerable, and I am just an insignificant weed beside him." ”