Charles was unwilling to retreat, all because the hateful emperor did not give him enough resources, otherwise, with his talent, how could he be at this level, how could he come to this poor south. How could he let his only son also die, as long as there is a dragon crystal, everything will be his own, then the queen is really the best......

When Charles thought of the queen, he couldn't help but look at the white-dressed patriarch of the elf clan, but what made him angry was that the damn beauty was gone, not only the beauty, but all the elves were gone......

He turned his head to look at the black dragon, his eyes flashing with golden light, as if it was a treasure, a treasure that was rich and rivaled, and as if it was a peerless beauty, slowly undressing......

Zhan Tian was very excited at this time, because as long as the Heavenly Tribulation passed, he would be able to reach level 30, and he would be able to go back to the universe where he was, and he would be able to see his Houtu sister, of course, if only he could leave with Bai Lan and White Tiger......

The Heavenly Tribulation is terrifying, after all, this is a Heavenly Tribulation across the Great Realm. But for Zhantian, it is also a kind of protection. Originally, he just wanted to attract Charleson's attention and give Bai Lan and her people time to retreat, but he didn't expect a true dragon to breathe down and actually let himself catch up with the Heavenly Tribulation. not only successfully blocked Charleson's pursuit of the elves, but also protected himself in disguise.

For seven days and seven nights, there was lightning and thunder, and Charleson retreated again and again, and after waiting for half an hour, he couldn't help but calm down when he didn't see the catastrophe weakening. began to work on the arrangement, and the previous idea was a little hasty, so he summoned the adjutant and passed on the news.

The news must be blocked, once it spreads, I am afraid that the emperors of the fifties will rush over in person, after all, if the dragon crystal is produced with energy, it will be a qualitative improvement for the entire empire. Blocking the news is, of course, executing all irrelevant personnel. The army he led himself was easy to handle, but the hateful thing was the elves who hid like rats......

Charleson's face, as time went on, became more and more ugly. Because the scope of the Heavenly Tribulation was so large, almost half of the forest was covered, which made it impossible for him to send people in to search for the elves at all. And once the elves leak the news, or those rangers and bounty hunters in the forest leak the news, then his crime of not reporting it is enough to be exterminated......

One day, two days, three days, Charleson was already smashing tables in the tent. The climate in the south is harsh, and the terrain is mountainous, so it is too difficult to block half of the forest. He doesn't have enough troops at his disposal, and as for mobilizing local troops, it's no different from playing with fire......

In the camp, a lewd scholar, Charleson's staff officer, touched his goatee and looked solemn, and the matter was out of control. King Nan mobilized all his private troops to block most of the forest, which was definitely a treasure found in the eyes of those who cared. Although he explained that he was looking for his son, he didn't let people in or out, which was a bit outrageous.

The elven clan is also gone, if it drags on any longer, I'm afraid something will happen, once the news leaks, then won't he be exterminated......

The staff officer lowered his head, constantly calculating the pros and cons in his heart. Persuade King Nan, don't dare, didn't you see that the adjutants were all killed. But if you follow it, there will be a few chances. If the news doesn't leak and can catch the black dragon, then you can really give it a go, but it's been three days, and the catastrophe has not dispersed, how many angry things has this black dragon done, and he has crossed the thirty-level catastrophe by himself, and it seems that he has been split thirty times. Even those Tianjiao are only hundreds of times, and hundreds of times are rare, but this black dragon has been split for three days and three nights, how many times is this......

Charleson was also entangled in his heart at this time, what the staff officer could think of, he could naturally think of it, wait another day, if there is no result, report it. I'm afraid I won't have that life, so unwilling......

On the night of the fourth day, Charleson looked at the prepared recital over and over again, and in the end, he still held back, the emperor dreamed, missed this opportunity, I am afraid that it will never be possible, and wait another day, just say that when I was looking for my son, I found that the black dragon was in the crossing......

On the night of the fifth, sixth, and seventh nights, Charleson's eyes were already blood-red, and his excitement and anxiety made it difficult for him to sleep, and on the last day, tomorrow night, he must not wait any longer......

At five o'clock in the morning on the seventh night, Charleson was napping in the general's chair in a daze, "King, wake up, wake up, wake up, the catastrophe has stopped......"

Staff Officer Goatee ran to report with an excited face, and God knows how he overcame the anxiety in his heart and pressed the treasure on Charleson, the king of the South. These days, he also had trouble sleeping, and finally waited until the catastrophe stopped. It has been half an hour since the thunder fell......

"What, the catastrophe has stopped, ah, great, quick, quick, let's go and capture the black dragon ourselves......" Charleson ran out excitedly, his shoes ran away, and he turned back and took the saber on the desk, but he forgot it, or he didn't care about putting on his shoes.

At the peak of the thirty-first level, he flew to the place where Zhantian crossed the tribulation in just a few breaths, although he was more than twenty miles away from the camp, but the memory that had already been engraved in his mind made him fly directly without looking at his eyes.

The goatee staff officer went out with him, and after thinking about it, he turned back and took the king's shoes, and patted the ashes, "Haha, when the king becomes the emperor in the future, he will definitely remember his staff officer and personally mention his shoes......"

With an excited face, he flew to the king's side, bent down and handed over his shoes, the night was so deep that he didn't notice that Charleson's face was already blacker than coke.

A large shoe was printed on his cheek, and several teeth were smashed out.

"Big, the king......" The staff officer secretly raised his head with a look of grievance and incomprehension, his teeth fell out, and he couldn't speak......

"What about the dragon, what about the black dragon? What about the black dragon I told you to stare at? Waste, really waste, what do you want? Charleson could no longer suppress the grievances and anger in his heart, and slapped the staff officer's head......

In this piece of the world, there has been an obscene staff officer who lifted his shoes to the king but was killed......

At this time, Zhan Tian had already left the place of the catastrophe, and rushed away incognito with the breath of a sister of the elf clan who was accidentally planted by him.

After flying for two hours, on a small mountain peak thousands of miles away from Zhan Tian's Tribulation, Zhan Tian stopped his figure.

Secretly released his breath, and sure enough, after only half a cup of tea, Bai Lan and Bai Hu hurried over.