The flower fairy was slender and floated in mid-air, like a short fork in the big tree. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info As his hand struck the trunk of the tree, there was a fine ripple. Wren clearly felt a faint fluctuation of mental power that was deliberately constricted.

His body was hidden in the distance, and all his consciousness was devoted to the flower elf clone, staring at the gray-brown bark in front of him. As he watched, the bark shook slightly, and a small crack opened behind it, revealing a bright light. Wren leaned back slightly, looking into the eyes that had suddenly appeared.

In front of him, the ancient tree shook, and in an instant, he saw that the huge crown of the tree shrank, and the entire body of the tree continued to shrink, and finally became a tree man more than ten meters high.

The body of the tree is dark green, with human-like limbs and a head, but the limbs are thin and long, and the head is covered with a dense cluster of branches and leaves with a diameter of several meters, which looks very strange.

At the same time as the tree man stepped forward, the other big trees around him underwent the same change, and in just a few minutes, there were forty or fifty big trees that turned into tree people, scattered in the woods. Wren could clearly see that it was these guys who had been disrupting his vision before.

"Why did you do that?" he asked angrily.

Since he is currently a flower elf clone, even if he is angry, he looks more cute than scary. But instead of sneering like some evil creatures, the tree man in front of him scratched his head innocently and said, "It's dangerous in the forest, don't go in!"

Wren waved his wings and flew to the level of the treeman's head, and said, "What's the danger?"

"There's a demon inside, you can't go in!" replied the Treant honestly.

Through the next few words of chat, Wren gradually realized that these treants seemed to have some unbright heads, or a little tendons, and his every word carried "you don't go in" or "you can't go in".

"Alright," Wren said, waving his hand, "I've decided, you don't have to worry about it." ”

With that, he flew deeper into the forest. But halfway through the flight, the trees reached out. Their hands swirled in the air, becoming pliable branches, connected into a net, blocking Wren's path.

Wren paused, looking at the treemen.

"You can't go over!" said one of the nearest treants in a sullen voice.

"What if I have to go over?" Wren frowned.

The treemen looked at each other, and finally the treeman closest to Wren said, "I won't let you pass." ”

At this moment, a terrifying killing intent erupted from his body. This made Wren's face change slightly, and his heart was a little afraid. At this time, he had already realized that these treants were clearly the guardians of the Goddess Forest, and before entering it, he had to pass through the protective line formed by them.

"These guys look a little stupid," Wren thought to himself, "but their strength is really good, and the worst one has the strength of a first-order high priest!"

Wren estimated that if he wanted to break through, he would have to pay a lot of price, and God knows if there was a stronger tree man inside.

After hesitating, he controlled his body to rise rapidly, turning into a small treant seven or eight meters tall - the heart of nature could turn him into any elven race, and the treant was obviously one of them. At the same time, his flower elf clone shrugged helplessly, retreated, and when he arrived at the position of the main body, he turned into a puppet heart and drilled into the center of his eyebrows.

As the aura of the flower elves disappeared, those tree people turned into big trees and went into hiding. Wren walked deeper into the jungle in a big way. Everywhere he passed, he could clearly feel some of the probed spiritual power, most of which left as soon as they touched it, and not a single tree man jumped out, obviously treating him as his own kind and acknowledging his existence.

During this period, Wren felt several powerful breaths, and he clearly felt that there were several tree people with terrifying strength to crush him!

In this way, three hours later, Wren was in the treant's protective zone. The surrounding forests have become more verdant, and there are also some more birds and beasts. Wren paused, unleashed the Flower Elf clone, and hid again to follow behind.

As it got dark, Wren and the Flower Elf clones all stopped. He found a hammock from the spatial ring, placed it on a tree branch, ate something at random, and lay down on it to rest. With his current strength, even dozens of days of sleepless would not make much of a difference, but he expected several battles in the next few days, so he decided to take a good rest.

There was nothing that didn't open his eyes at night, and he slept until dawn. The chirping of birds urged him to open his eyes and look out at the end of the jungle in the distance, and Wren relaxed.

Half a day later, Wren's flower elf clone encountered the first battle, and the opponent was not a demonic beast, but a half-snake man with a snake head and a long tail.

The Half-Snake Man is a type of orc, and it is rumored to have Naga blood on its body, but it is despised and rejected by the Naga race. This makes them even more vicious and ruthless, and even among the orcs, they are very unpopular.

It was this half-snake man who hid in the shadows and attacked him before, and he almost succeeded. About ten minutes later, the half-snake man died at the hands of the flower elf clone.

"It's still not as refreshing as the main battle. Looking at the corpse of the half-snake man, the flower elf showed emotion on his face.

Time passed, and in just one hour, Wren encountered six half-snake men, one of whom even sneaked up next to his main body.

After climbing over a small hill, Wren finally knew the reason, deep in the jungle, there was a tribe of half-snake people. The tribe is located next to a small lake, with hundreds of strangely shaped sheds, in which half-snake people are constantly coming and going. In the distance, Wren saw some half-snake men carrying some bloody corpses and throwing them into the small lake.

The lake was less than a thousand square meters, and it didn't take long for it to be stained red with blood, and the rich bloody gas penetrated into Wren's nose through the cold wind.

"What are they doing?" Wren wondered. He controlled the flower elf clone and the main body in two positions, watching from afar.

About an hour later, he saw a half-snake man with a tattoo on his face emerge from a shed in the very center. He wore a necklace made of bones, a snake-shaped cane in his hand, and more than a dozen half-snake men carrying large knives gathered around him. Everywhere he passed, all the half-snake people bowed their heads respectfully, and that humility almost came from the bones!

"He must be the ruler of this tribe!" Wren vaguely guessed something. (To be continued.) )