The footprints on the ground were clear, and the three Wayne didn't bother with the burning village, and soon followed the footprints into the swampy forest.

After learning that Wayne had no experience in operating in the swamp, George took the lead and taught him how to survive in the swamp while following the trails, such as how to avoid poisonous snakes, how to find water, how to determine where to be a mud trap and where to set foot on the ground.

Everyone stopped and stopped all the way, George is worthy of being active for hundreds of years, and finally was able to single-handedly take on the legendary witcher of the green dragon, and the actual combat teaching along the way allowed Wayne to learn a lot of useful knowledge.

Although the footprints of the swamp are difficult to find, the senses of witchers are beyond the normal human, and they can always find the right path through the clues.

It took about twenty minutes for a ruin made of hard stone slabs to appear in front of the three of them.

"Elven Ruins!"

Through the style of the building and some broken elven writing, Wayne immediately recognized the origin of the ruins.

But there is nothing surprising about it, as the ruins of the Elves can be seen anywhere in this world, and that thriving civilization once spread its footprints all over the world.

Although their civilization is almost gone, you can always find their heritage in places where humans have not yet set foot.

The three of them did not stop outside the ruins, and soon followed the dry mud trails to find the gate passage of an underground ruin.

Before entering the underground ruins, Wayne's keen ears heard a noisy human voice coming from beneath the ruins.

"Quick, light the fire."

"The humidity in the swamp was so heavy that the children and the old people were almost frozen when they ran over all night."

"I'm hungry, Mom, I'm hungry, where are you, Dad?"

"Don't make any noise, that monster just flew away, be careful to lure it back."

Listening to these noisy sounds, Wayne also glanced at the other two and walked down first.

As soon as I walked down the stairway, I saw hundreds of civilians dressed in plain clothes, crowded in the damp underground ruins.

And in the center of the crowd, under the command of a middle-aged strong man, some young men were holding piles of things that looked like ancient books, adding them to the fire like firewood.

Wayne was stunned at first, and couldn't help but walk up to take a closer look, and their appearance immediately attracted the attention of the others.

A middle-aged man who seemed to have a lot of status among the civilians walked out of the crowd and was about to ask something.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, Wayne shouted to those who were going to throw more books into the fire:

"Put down what you have in your hand, don't burn it."

When the other young people heard this, they all stopped, but the middle-aged strong man ignored Wayne, holding a pile of books and was about to throw them into the fire.

Wayne didn't be polite to him, and grabbed his collar as soon as he reached out, lifting up this strong man who was about 1.8 meters tall like a little chicken, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break Wayne's arm.

"Did you hear that, I said let you stop burning them, these books are quite valuable, and they are not for you to use as firewood."

Wayne's stern voice, tall and mighty, quickly frightened the surrounding villagers, making them all involuntarily retreat from the middle position.

After many upgrades, the enhancement of holy water, and the enhancement of genetic mutations, Wayne's current physical strength may not be the top among witchers, but it is definitely ranked in the top three.

In terms of strength, speed, and physique, they have far surpassed ordinary humans, about four to five times that of them.

Without using weapons, he could knock over dozens of paupers, even with his bare hands.

Seeing this, some timid villagers immediately put the books in their hands on the ground and shrank back into the crowd, while the middle-aged man who led the way first looked at the armor and weapons on Wayne and George, and then hesitated for a few seconds before asking carefully:

"This gentleman, we are all villagers of Lower Valen who have fled here, and we have neither money nor food, please don't hurt us."

Wayne looked at the strong man who was lifted up by himself with one hand, and his cheeks were already red, and then looked at the eyes of the civilians around him who were either afraid or worried, and did not continue to embarrass them, and with a slight push of his right hand, he threw the middle-aged strong man two or three meters away, making him sit on the ground.

George approached Wayne with some frowns and asked softly:

"What's wrong? Wayne, did something happen? ”

Wayne pointed to the books on the ground, and the burnt scraps of the fire, shook his head slightly, and said:

"It's not a big deal, but these manuscripts should have been left by the elves, and I seem to have seen the drawings of the Griffin School just now."

"It's a waste to be burned by them."

George was shocked to hear this, and when he heard the drawings of the Griffin School, he didn't bother to ask Wayne any more, but began to collect the somewhat broken and damaged manuscripts on the ground.

Wayne's appearance at this time was a disguised human appearance, he was dressed in fine armor, with a cold and shining sword on his waist, he was tall and handsome, and he was accompanied by two figures who seemed to be bodyguards, so these villagers subconsciously thought that he might be a noble young master from somewhere, and they didn't dare to make a mistake.

Seeing that the villagers were all silent, Wayne looked at the middle-aged man who was in the lead, frowned, and asked without anger:

"We saw a green dragon attacking the village, and we came here to deal with it."

"But by the time we arrived at the village, the green dragon was nowhere to be found, and you villagers seemed to have evacuated in advance, so we found this place."

Hearing that Wayne was a warrior who had come to deal with the Green Dragon, rather than robbers or villains, the middle-aged man in the lead breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and said with a smile:

"My lord, I'm the head of the village of Lower Valen, Jeff, and I don't know what I can do for you."

Wayne raised his head quite arrogantly, without any expression on his face, he knew that the people of Willen were simple and simple, and they couldn't be too gentle with these people, otherwise, these guys would have to get an inch, and they didn't know what to do.

His voice was slightly raised, and he learned the habit of speaking of the nobles of Virgin City, and said:

"Tell me, civilians, how did you find here? How did you evacuate the village in advance? ”

"Also, why did the green dragon attack you, and where did it go now?"

Wayne's series of questions, the village chief Jeff who led the way was a little stunned, but he was afraid that Wayne and the others would be unfavorable to the villagers, and the village chief Jeff said with a somewhat tangled expression:

"We don't know what's going on, why that green dragon came to attack our village."

"After nightfall last night, the messenger of the Lady of the Forest suddenly ran to my house to inform me that we should take shelter in advance."

"We didn't dare not listen to Madame's words, so we ran to this elven ruin and hid in this elven ruin according to the address Madame told us overnight."

"As for the green dragon you mentioned, we only saw it burning our village from afar when we were running away."

"But when fleeing for his life, who dared to look more, in the end only saw it, and flew towards the depths of the swamp."

Hearing that it was Mrs. Lin who told the villagers to take refuge in advance, Wayne's brow furrowed even deeper.

If this is really the case, then obviously, the three old witches knew in advance that the green dragon would come to attack the village of Xia Valun, and the flies do not bite the eggs, and the reason why the green dragon will attack is likely to be caused by the three old witches.

However, since no one could see where the wyvern had flown to, the clue was interrupted.

Wayne turned his head to look at George, the witcher of the griffin school had collected the manuscripts, and was holding a manuscript, looking at it with a slightly excited expression, obviously having found the equipment blueprint he had just seen.

He thought for a moment, and said to the village chief and George:

"George, these villagers will have a hard time staying here, without water, food, and heating supplies."

"You asked the village chief to send some people back to the village with you, the green dragon there has flown away, and it shouldn't come back for the time being."

"After you have brought back the necessary supplies, we will set off into the depths of the swamp to find news of the Green Dragon."

George glanced at Wayne when he heard this, nodded, and he put the collected manuscript next to Wayne, and was about to take people away.

Borch suddenly gave Wayne a look, and then spoke:

"I'll go out too, Wayne."

"It's not a way to stay here and wait, I'll try to find the green dragon first, and if I get the news, I'll come back and inform you."

Maybe as a fellow dragon, Borch had an easier way to find the green dragon, Wayne thought so, and agreed with Borch's idea.

He turned his head, looked at the village chief Jeff, pretended to be in an attitude, and said very strongly:

"The Green Dragon has our men to deal with, but you must do what we command, and you must not act rashly."

"Now, let your people collect all the elven books here for me, and I'll take these things with me."

(Thanks to the single failure, the king of the dragon set, and the tips of several bigwigs on the other side of the red bank.) ）

(There's another chapter in the afternoon, Mo--Da!) ）

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