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"Let's go down. ”

Taking in the situation under the cliff, Edward nodded.

Reach out and take the palm of the half-elf. And the little girl laughed, and pulled out a halo in the air, which made him feel a little excited—although it was only four rings, this was already one of the signs that the caster had touched the realm of the gods.

In fact, if he is lucky, he should also be able to grasp this power of cutting space in the future. Of course, the more reliable direction of expectation should be the spiritual energy of any door.

When the three of them stepped out of a halo and reached the target area, it was already in chaos.

Uncle Wyvern didn't know what politeness and mercy were, he roared like thunder, and the strange 'branches' that flew out of those tiny guys continued to erupt with flames and ice, making this terrible monster painful and completely arousing his ferocity.

The creeper's hissing roar, with a sensitivity disproportionate to a behemoth, made a small leap - its long tail swept through a dwarf tree with a single click, almost uprooting it and sending the bodies of the men behind it into the air...... Well, bits and pieces—the terrible strength and the barbed tail cut through the rudimentary iron armor, and the broken hands and feet and dripping entrails flew out, and crackled and sprinkled a cloud of rain in the air.

Fishy, blood-red.

Of course, not only the tail, the wings of this behemoth, but also the teeth and claws and even the body were their most powerful weapons, within a few breaths. Within fifteen feet of its body, the screams were incessant. At the cost of their lives, a dozen warriors got a glimpse of what is called real bloodshed.

"Retreat! Get out into the woods, run to the thick and don't let it catch up!"

The horrific scene seemed to have destroyed almost all the fighting spirit of the besiegers, who left behind a few corpses and began to retreat into the woodland, where the branches were abundant. Can slow down the movement of the dragon that hinders it. Therefore, this cunning beast will not rashly attack it.

But either the loss is too strict, or the unwillingness of the flying dragon. The long wound was still dripping with a thick green scarlet liquid, giving the impression that they could take advantage of the opportunity to fight and win? I still look back frequently. Try to find some possibility of salvation in the midst of the decline.

Of course, that's just a futile delusion.

The wyvern just turned its long neck slightly, observing the tiny prey in front of it with those cold and strange green eyes, and in the next moment, with some unexpected means—a small breath of breath, or a roll of earth and stones—to bring them into the arms of death...... There is no doubt that this is an experienced king of the hunt. It is able to unambiguously estimate the abilities of all its enemies, and enjoys the brutal pleasure of playing with its prey and applauding. Burst arrows, frozen arrows, are completely ineffective against it at this distance - often before it has even stabbed its body, its wings, which are no longer responsible for flight, have already set off a storm and swung it into the sky!

Then its form jerked, and before the three attackers could react, they found that a pair of wing membranes had covered their vision!

"Damn it!"

Under a tree on the outskirts of the forest, the one who gave the order. The shadow in the robe cursed hatefully, then reached out and sent out a fireball. The flames exploded on one of the dragon's wings, but the effect was not very good, only to scorch the skin a little, making the monster even angrier...... However, this barely stopped the dragon's forward lunge, and also allowed the last few guys who were still rolling and crawling to escape.

Well, or rather, it just played a role-

What really caught the dragon's eye was the sudden burst of light in the air - two beautiful white halos staggered in the air, revealing three of them.

Three young figures.

Two of the three, each covered by a suit of armor and a robe, should not have been very old, judging by their smooth chins, while the third was younger, or more childish—a little over four feet tall, white gold-like sheer and shiny hair, a thin braid near his forehead, large eyes, and a playful look, one wondered if it was a misdirected spell tragedy.

Is it self-sustaining, or is it not knowing whether to live or die?

Everyone's heart can't help but have some expectations...... Or is it a wonderful, duel between a dragon slayer and a beast, or an unfortunate killing, that will happen right in front of your eyes?

But the next moment, they realized that the scene they had expected had not happened at all—no roar of magic, no meeting of sword and blood, not even ...... None of them happened.

"Tampas is on ......"

The few remaining warriors watched from afar at the scene in front of them, and let out some incredible exclamations - the terrible monster was still roaring, but it didn't seem to be wary of the approaching human in front of them...... It snapped to the ground with its half-covered forelimbs, but not as an attack or threat, but as a flank of the human?

The giant monster seemed to hang its head in delight, allowing the human to get close to it, even putting a hand in the middle of its nose. And the huge monster just wagged its long tail from side to side, as if it was enjoying it unusually.

"Enchanting Monster...... Everyone back and don't attack anymore. The leader of the ambushers, the robed figure, commanded, but the next moment, beside him, a still immature voice spoke.

"Enchanting monsters? That's a fourth-level magic, isn't it?

"Awesome...... It should be. The mage opened his mouth slightly, watching one of the few people wave a white light, smoothing out the wound on the dragon's body, and only after half a sound did he remember to respond to this inquiry: "That should be at least a four-ring spell effect, but if he doesn't hold a spell or make a gesture, it means that he has at least ...... The ability to touch the six-ring magic net, even higher, is also possible. ”

"Six rings?" you once said. That's already a high-level mage, ......isn't it? Doesn't he look that old?"

"What is this......" the mage shook his head. couldn't help but show a wry smile: "Young master, you have to know that in this world." There is a rule of time called the existence of genius, the rule of time, which does not apply to them......"

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Of course. They don't know. The Wyvern had caused them so many casualties...... The culprit is the disaster star in front of him.

Of course, they didn't know that that guy was actually not as strong as he looked - one of the differences between psionic energy and magic is that it can be strengthened by adding psionic points, as long as they add two additional points, seduction, which is only a level 1 psionic energy, can exert a level 4 effect...... Animals, spirits, giants, magical beasts, or humanoid monsters. will be affected by it.

It's just the effect of the Psychmancer. And that's not all—the power he added to it was already the limit of what he could use at this stage, not only to make the monster bow down, but also to exert his time and power to the maximum level.

For at least five days, the wyvern would be his closest companion.

Of course, Edward didn't have the heart to pay attention to these sneaky guys, and after a moment's hesitation, he pulled a scroll out of his bosom and unfolded it. After letting the light flicker in his throat for a moment. He opened his mouth and let out a string of muffled notes.

That's the language of dragons.

"You, from somewhere. Coming?" he asked, his slowed pace a little strange, but fortunately the magic of the clever word was enough to ensure that his pronunciation was correct in the slightest. After a pause, the question was answered.

"Home ......"

Wyverns usually only make hissing noises or growls from deep in their throats, but don't assume that they are speechless - in fact, these monsters can communicate in dragon language, but they usually don't bother to organize language.

However, when he listened to the heavy and muddy voice, which came out of the big mouth close at hand, the half-elf couldn't help but let out a surprise cheer: "It's amazing, it's amazing! Edward, you can still speak Wyvern??" and the latter could only roll his eyes helplessly and continue to ask.

"Where is home, how far is it?"

"Over there. Fly...... Long, long above, soon below. ”

"How far?"

"Fly...... Long, long above, soon below. ”

"Take us there. ”

"Don't go, green eyes, green scales, green wings...... Can't go,. Dangerous. ”

Edward frowned—he had intended for the wyvern to lead the way in search of its lair. Unexpectedly, after this guy spewed out a rancid mist, he shook his huge head. The face made of scales even showed a bit of determination!

- The beast's intelligence is really limited, and its low intelligence makes it difficult for them to change as long as they make a decision, although the charm can win its favor, but it cannot force it to do what it does not want. The Psychic Warlock patiently asked a few more words, but the monster still said the same thing: "No, green eyes, green scales, green wings...... Dangerous. ”

"Excuse me?"

A sound not far away made Edward turn his head, and noticed that the ambushers had gathered together at some point, although there were only ten of the original twenty or so longbows left, but they were all staring at the three men who had tamed the dragon with their bows and arrows in front of a great enemy. And the one who made the sound was the mage guy they were huddling around in the center. "Guys, are you also here to challenge the 'Pan's Labyrinth'?"

"Pan's labyrinth?" Edward was stunned.

"You don't know, well, how much will that wyvern cost if you sell it to me?" This time, the mage didn't have time to answer—a short figure beside him made a swaggering voice that made Edward stunned for a moment—the voice was sharp and crisp, as if it belonged to a child.

Well, the guy who spoke seemed to be a kid - although he was shrouded in an airtight, red-lit robe, and his height was a little difficult to discern, Edward soon noticed that there were no feet under the robe, and it was possible that he was using the levitation function of magic to make it impossible to tell his true height.

However, that doesn't care about Dehua anything.

"I'm sorry, miss, but this dragon is not for sale. ”

"I'm not Mademoiselle!I'm Roland-St. Felting, Earl of Bainch, Count, of the Holy Empire and Elector of the House of Benn!" the mocking title drew a scream of indignation, and the man in the cloak removed his hood. Roaring indignantly: "Rude people. I command you to ......"

"Sorry, I'm not a local, I've never heard such a long list of names. Roland St. Felting ...... What's that? Can you eat it?" Edward interrupted him with a sneer, noting the other man's age, although his voice could already make one guess that he was immature, but it looked. He's probably a little smaller than he really is. Because he has a round face and big eyes, and a face that is pink and smooth, it is very suitable for the royal sister - to knead and abuse, the feel must be just right.

"Of course not! No...... You!" the little Earl had obviously never seen such a strange and lazy figure, and behind the man, the two girls couldn't help but giggle, which made his face redder and redder.

But after taking a deep breath, he actually suppressed his feelings again: "Then." Your Excellency Mage, I intend to hire you to explore Pan's mystery...... No, the location of an ancient teleporter. I can bid three thousand. No, 5,000 gold coins! and three times that price of ......."

"Sorry, no interest. ”

Actually, there is still some value. It's just that there are too many mysteries. It's not worth the risk.

"That'...... So I...... I'll ask you to be my teacher, okay? You can be paid 3,000 gold coins a year, and a luxurious real yàn room. And it comes with a full set of real room equipment, and, I can help you recommend, the title of Imperial Royal Mage!"

I'll go, what kind of mess is this?

"Sorry, well, kid...... I don't have much interest in teaching others. A series of stalking, and finally a little crying tone, made Edward cry and laugh for a moment, he touched his chin, and simply casually taught a few words: "However, if it were you, I think you should learn one thing first—if you haven't learned tactful vocabulary and aristocratic etiquette, then having the right person speak for you is far better than such a flawed nonsense." In addition, if you want to convince someone, then you should first think clearly and estimate where the other party's bottom line is, otherwise, your expression will only make people feel ridiculous. ”

"This, Your Excellency the Mage, Young Master...... Ah, it's Your Excellency the Earl, what you mean is that if you can pass on the essence of the spell to your Excellency, we will definitely be rewarded heavily...... "The middle-aged mage seems to have finally found an opportunity to speak at this time, but ...... If Your Excellency can help us, I can assure you on behalf of the Earl that you will be rewarded with the best possible reward and the friendship of the Benn family. Within the territory of the empire, we can give you a qiē convenient condition. Plus, once you're in the labyrinth, you can choose to get all the magic items or materials you want, in addition to our goal. ”

I'll go...... Are you both numbered? I mean, Your Excellency...... Are all the servants in your house dead?

Okay, a little mean, but maybe this speculation is still correct?

Although the land is vast and sparsely populated, the population of the empire is not comparable to the Tuminis who are located in a corner of the mainland, but compared with the Tumenes, where centralization has emerged, the empire's feudal system is still at the actual level of hundreds of years ago, and the vastness of the territory makes its aristocratic class extremely large, so the second ancestor of Shu, who seems panicked at home, but does not need to bear the burden of family business, is tired of showing off his power in the city, and sometimes he does hire a few bodyguards to play exciting games. But those guys usually don't have much interest in taking this game to the end.

What's more, this guy is still a little kid of this age? If it weren't for the destruction of the family, it seems that he would have to wait until the coming-of-age ceremony to get the title of that nobleman......

This condition seems quite attractive, huh?

"So, you tell me first, what is your so-called 'Pan's Labyrinth'?"

"This, with all due respect, cannot be answered, for it is related to the honor of several ancient families, and an oath, I am not sure that you can keep this secret, Mr. Mage, if you want to know, then please make a soul oath to Tyr, the god of justice, to ensure that not a single qiē you hear will be leaked. The child's expression suddenly became solemn, and only some excitement flashed in his eyes: "Your Excellency, are you willing to swear?"

"I don't want to...... So forget it. Edward rubbed his brow, hiding the flickering silver light in his eyes.

"Family inheritance, labyrinths, ancient magical relics......" He silently recited these superficial thoughts in the other party's mind in his heart, but just as he was about to turn to leave, the mage suddenly spoke again, "Your Excellency, if you can, I can let yours, the pet, return to its own lair, so, in return, can you promise us a condition?"

"What?"

"Let's follow you forward for a while,"

"Alright," Edward sighed, "but you'd better pray that you can keep up." (To be continued......)

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