Wren looked at the back of the old goblin, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the goblin tribe, he gets along well, but Ogilvima's behavior really makes him angry.

"Hall of Eternal Life, hehe......" Wren sneered in his heart.

Ogilvima walked over to the Heart of Reincarnation and bowed slightly towards Wren. He held his right hand in the air and chanted a mantra in his mouth.

Wren could clearly feel the white mist in the Wheel Heart suddenly increasing in velocity, gradually forming a pitch-black vortex on the rotating gears.

Ogilvima stepped into the vortex first, and then vanished.

Wren glanced back at the busy goblins, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

With an inexplicable smile, he followed Ogilvima's steps into the whirlpool.

After his form vanished, the goblins who were busy on the heart of reincarnation suddenly stopped moving at the same time.

"Is the Great Elder finally going to do it?" a goblin whispered.

"That's right. ”

"That human has bad intentions and must pay for his greed!"

"But after all, he saved our tribe......"

"No, Gurida, you see, all he has done is coveting our holy weapon!"

......

The goblins were talking, almost overwhelmingly speaking ill of the wizard they usually respected.

Wren had already followed Ogilvima's pace.

Ogilvima straightened the red hat on his head, grabbed his cane and pointed straight ahead: "The location where the Hall of Eternal Life appears is over there, more than a hundred kilometers away from here. ”

Wren raised his eyes and looked into the distance: "Let's go quickly." ”

Ogwima grabbed his cane and held it high in the air.

The staff is topped with a pair of golden wings with mysterious runes.

As a special energy poured from Ogilvima's hand into the cane, the entire cane rose in the wind. Within a moment, the wings had expanded to a width of more than ten meters, and two seats connected to each other appeared in the lower part.

Wren watched the scene dumbly, and realized that this thing was quite similar to the glider on Earth.

He frowned slightly, realizing that he had only mastered the power of creation, and that he was not inferior to these goblins in terms of application.

Glancing deeply at Ogilvima, Wren sat down in one of the flying machines that his staff had turned into.

Ogilvima glanced at Wren, who was hunched over, and said apologetically: "The goblin flying machine is made according to the figure of our goblins, and Your Excellency needs to put up with it. ”

"It's all right, let's go. Wren urged.

Ogilvima smiled, energy fed into it, and in an instant, he saw the golden wings swing rapidly.

The air was surging, and Wren instantly felt the air under his feet, and this special flying machine quickly rose into the air.

As a violent wind hits, Wren recited a spell, propped up an improvised sorcery shield, and squinted his eyes to look down.

The scenery on the ground slid rapidly, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

There was a burst of breaking sound in his ears.

"It's faster than the speed of sound," Wren thought to himself, "and it's rudimentary, but it's fast enough...... The power of the goblins should not be underestimated. ”

Seeing Wren's expression, Ogilvima's face showed a touch of smugness.

After a few minutes, the speed of the aircraft slowed down abruptly.

"It's here. Ogilvima's voice came out.

The two of them landed, and Ogilmar withdrew the power injected into it, and the simple and strange flying machine shrank into a cane of about a meter and was grabbed by him.

Wren surveyed the scene in front of him.

It's a small canyon full of lush greenery. Many of the trees are hundreds of thousands of years old.

From where Wren stood, he couldn't see what was deep in the canyon.

But in this vibrant jungle, there is not a trace of insects and birds.

There's no doubt that there's something weird about it.

The faint black mist that lingered in the jungle proved it.

"The entrance to the Hall of Eternal Life is in the depths of the canyon," Ogilvimar said in a deep voice, "I can take you there." ”

Wren looked sideways at him.

After being stared at by Wren for a full second, Ogilvima said angrily, "What do you mean by this, do you not trust me?"

Wren smiled and shook his head: "Let's go." ”

Stepping into the canyon, Wren tried to communicate with the trees, but found that he couldn't.

It stands to reason that he had been given the natural seed by the Tree of Life and could communicate with all the trees, but something went wrong here......

Wren glanced down at Ogilvima walking in front of him, a look of amusement in his eyes.

"Be careful to avoid those black mists," Ogilmar said, "and it will be a hassle to get tangled in them." ”

"I understand. Wren replied.

That being said, his limbs kept touching the black mist as he walked, but nothing happened.

The further you go into the canyon, the cooler the air becomes.

The surrounding trees are undergoing strange changes, as if from midsummer to winter, and the leaves of those lush trees are gradually falling off.

After about ten minutes of walking, Wren found that the trees were covered with a layer of frost.

"It's a little cold. Wren said.

Ogilmar turned her head to look up at him and said, "So this is no ordinary place. ”

"You're really not interested in eternal life at all?" Wren asked.

"But I'm more afraid of death. Ogilvima said without any shame.

The corners of Wren's mouth twitched.

Regardless of his feelings about the old goblin, Wren knew that what he said was not mixed with water.

After a dull half-hour march, Wren reached the depths of this seemingly small canyon.

There is a layer of ice on the ground, and the surrounding flowers and trees are more like ice sculptures, full of alternative beauty.

In Wren's field of vision, there was an extra flickering arched door.

The arched door has no substance, but is made up of mysterious runes, on which strange energy flows, and when people look at it, their consciousness is always unconsciously attracted to it.

Wren took a deep breath and looked sideways at Ogilvima: "This is the entrance to the Hall of Eternal Life?"

Ogwima looked solemn, took out a simple picture scroll from his arms, spread it out in front of Wren, pointed to the picture on it and said, "Look at this." ”

Wren looked down and saw that the picture depicted in the scroll was exactly the same as the rune door in front of him, and it was also marked with goblin characters.

"This was left by my ancestors two thousand years ago," Ogwemar said, looking up at the Rune Gate, "This is definitely the entrance to the Hall of Eternal Life!"

"Are you going in?" he looked up at Wren.

"Is it dangerous here?" Wren asked.

Ogilvima nodded, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, paused, and spoke, "But there is a secret of eternal life. ”

"What are the chances of me surviving if I go in?" Wren asked.

"Then I don't know," Ogilvima replied quickly, "it depends on personal chance." ”

"No," Wren shook his head, "I don't know the bottom of my heart, so let's forget it." ”

Hearing his words, Ogilvima almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Didn't the purpose of bringing him here here be to borrow a knife to kill people!

But why is this guy so cowardly all of a sudden, is this still one of those greedy wizards who will do anything to live forever?!

Ogilvima's eyes were a little red.

"Haha, just kidding, I'll go first. Wren burst out laughing and flew straight towards the arched door with flickering runes, disappearing from the arched door in an instant. (To be continued.) )