The spatial ring left by Valolet was larger than the one that Wren had obtained from the demon world, and in addition to the mountains of gold coins, there were also some armor weapons that were not mundane at first glance, hanging in rows on the weapon rack, making Wren wonder if the other party had robbed a certain country's arsenal. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIn addition to this, there are also small mountains of meditation stones, and the quality of these meditation stones is much better than the ones that Wren has obtained. Although the law wizard can meditate, if it is assisted by meditation stones, it will undoubtedly speed up meditation, so in the eyes of Rennes in the past, these meditation stones are the biggest treasures it has left.

But now he realized that this was not the case, and his gaze swept over the meditation stones, and he looked solemnly at the three boxes piled up in the corner.

There was nothing unusual about the three wooden boxes, the lids were open, revealing the contents inside. Placed within them were a wordless black book, a scarlet cloak folded up that Wren never found anything out of the ordinary, and a heart-shaped piece of wood. They can be left alone by Vaolet outside of Wren, and they must be great treasures. However, no matter how much he looked at it, he couldn't find anything abnormal, and gradually lost his patience. But just when he almost forgot these three things, the heart of nature sent by the tree of life suddenly made him feel some familiar energy fluctuations, which made him think of the wooden heart for the first time.

"There is a homologous energy in these two things, and although it is very light, it is impossible for me to go wrong with my feelings. Wren frowned.

"Nature's Heart can transform me into any elf, and what is this heart-like piece of wood, and why do I feel such strange fluctuations of energy in it?" Wren took the fist-sized, wrinkled, heart-like dry piece of wood in his hand.

After a moment's hesitation, he guided the Heart of Nature towards the heart of wood. To his surprise, the crystalline heart of nature turned into liquid and merged into the heart of wood when it touched it. The heart of the wood, which had been like dead wood, gradually came to life, and some green light appeared on the folds of it. In a few moments, it was really beating like a living heart.

Wren was amazed, he felt the surging energy, and suddenly showed a sudden expression.

He finally remembered what it was. When he was still on the Shenyao Continent, he had read about this thing in an ancient book. If it is not bad, it is the recorded puppet heart, which exists only in some very special races, and has been likened to a half-finished product of the Creator. They can be combined with something special to turn into a clone of a wizard.

Wren slowly drained the Nature's Heart energy from the puppet's heart, and when he was about two-thirds of the way out, he saw it stop beating. He also injected it with the energy of the Heart of Nature to keep it alive. Then, looking at the heart of nature, which was a little smaller, his face showed joy.

He beckoned, and the Heart of Nature floated in front of him. After probing carefully, and seeing that there was indeed no other energy in it, Wren opened his mouth and swallowed it. He is now a soul body, devouring the heart of nature, meaning absorbing it. At the same time, he fused the life source liquid into the sorcery sigil that represented the power of "Nirvana", causing it to swell suddenly, emitting a powerful life force.

After all this is done, the Wren consciousness returns to its original form. He stretched out his hand, and a green heart appeared in the palm of his hand, making a powerful beating sound. Wren probed his consciousness into it, and instantly saw the puppet's heart change, turning into a figure that was seven or eight points similar to Wren. Or not a human, it's a little man who is less than a meter tall, with transparent wings on his back and white skin.

"It's a flower elf. Wren was a little surprised.

The Flower Elves are one of the less distributed Elves of the Elven race, and it is rumored that this group has disappeared with the fall of the Elven plane.

Wren's frown slowly relaxed, he thought of a possibility, but it needed to be confirmed with practice.

The matter seemed to have been decided, and Wren was by Rachel's side wholeheartedly. Although Rachel said that she had two years to live, Wren knew very well that she would not die immediately after two years, but would fall into a deep sleep. If, after those three years, Wren is still unable to put the natural seeds into the Moon Spring, her lifespan will indeed end.

No one is not afraid of death, let alone the presence of someone you love the most. Rachel disguised it well, but Wren could feel her reluctance. This made Wren more and more determined in his decision. Although Rachel wanted to enjoy every moment with Wren, her body was so weak that she spent less than a quarter of her time awake every day.

Wren was like the best husband ever, by her side every day, occasionally teasing her with the dirty jokes of the earth. Both cherish the current moment. Only when Rachel is asleep will Wren cross the portal and reach the Borderlands.

Two years, for Rachel, this is the most warm and nostalgic moment for her. She can be coquettish like a child, and let Wren accompany her to go shopping in those cities disguised as a demon abyssman, the two of them can walk hand in hand on the snowy fields until she falls asleep on Wren's shoulder, and she can snuggle up in Wren's arms and watch the fireworks bloom in her appearance......

But for soul beasts, these two years can be called their end. Since there are no lichs in this world, the soul beasts that lack natural enemies have always lived a comfortable life, and even if some Demon Yuan priests come to hunt them, they can't let them break their bones. But the appearance of a mysterious human has shattered their lives.

This person is naturally Wren. Before leaving the Demon Abyss World, he first had to let the flower on the witch tree that represented this world bloom. When he had been promoted to the second order before, the flower had already bloomed halfway, so according to his estimate, if he wanted it to fully open, he had to at least allow himself to reach the third order.

As for the law of this kind of flowering, in fact, even if he has a lot of speculation, he still hasn't figured it out.

In any case, after two years of killing, his strength finally broke through, and that flower bloomed leisurely. When the flowers bloom, they are beautiful and fragrant. Wren probed his consciousness into it, as if he were looking down on the world in the void. He could realize that the flower had the effect of a plane sigil, and he could use it to return here from the elven plane. (To be continued.) )