After three more days of traveling in the Warcraft Forest, there were no accidents along the way.

The remaining 2,000 people on the road, under the leadership of Lei Wente's familiar knowledge, avoided most of the areas where powerful demonic beasts often appeared, and slowly approached the core of the demonic beast forest.

"Quasimodo, elven tree species."

Squinting his eyes, Revent looked at the jungle ahead of him, muttering to himself in a voice that only he heard.

The closer to the forbidden territory in the center, the more rare the traces of the demonic beast become, but the stronger the strength is that it is impossible to resist, and Leiwente finally gave up his cranky thoughts, and nervously led the team through, as long as he encountered a demonic beast casually, it would definitely be a complete annihilation.

Shawshank also seemed to know that it was powerful, and he didn't do anything inappropriate, and even Vivian, who was chirping all the way, listened to it.

The soles of their feet were tied to the soles of their feet with silencing straw soles, and everyone walked through the forest as little as possible under the simple teaching of Thunderster.

After another three days of fear, the sealed Peerless Domain finally reappeared in front of his eyes. Glancing back at the tired team, he focused his gaze on Shawshank's face.

"The dragon is in there?"

The old man asked with interest.

Revent nodded, didn't reply, and Shawshank didn't care, and continued to ask.

"It's trapped?"

"Yes, according to what it said, a hundred years ago, the moment of fighting for an artifact, it was attacked by the Divine Court, and then sealed it in the magic array for a whole hundred years."

After reminiscing, Rayvete replied calmly.

"Well, I guess it's going to have a problem with its head, and now when it desperately wants to go out, so many of us used to be living hostages and test candidates. Whether your plan succeeds or not is ultimately the key. ”

"I'm not 100% sure, even if I count the Drunken Dragon Grass, I only have a sixty percent chance at most."

After hesitating for a long time, Lei Wente still said coldly. He was now considering whether to pull the team in, and if it failed, no one could afford the dragon's wrath.

Who knew that Shawshank suddenly laughed.

"You are a leader now, remember, for whatever reason, the idea of abandoning your subordinates should not come back. A team that loses its leader is a soul that awaits, and the only fate that awaits them is to perish. Even if there is a dead end ahead, you have to take all the people who follow you all the way to the end. ”

“。。。。”

Lei Wente lowered his head, slowly thinking about Shawshank's words, it seemed that something suddenly opened up from his head, all kinds of doubts from the past were revealed at the same time at this moment, although he couldn't accept all of them emotionally, but he knew that every word was right, not ruthless and cold, but a responsibility that should have been carried.

Those who choose to follow themselves should naturally have the consciousness of entrusting their lives. And they have to bear the responsibility of their lives, and no matter what form of renunciation is undeserved.

Looking at Revent, whose face was constantly changing, Shawshank patted him on the shoulder and comforted.

"Don't think too much, life is a gamble, and the result is not bad. What's more, I'm more curious about that artifact than that. ”

Retracting his hand and touching his chin, his eyes glowing with a familiar and dangerous light.

Forget it, what should happen is what should happen, and the one who brought them all into the desperate realm was not a savior in the first place, so now he is pretending to be merciful. Thinking of this, a hint of mockery hung on the corner of Lei Wente's mouth, ignoring the old man's inquiry about the artifact, turning around, squinting his eyes and saying.

"I brought all of you here, and I changed the lives of all of you. I have hesitated, and I have repented. But now I don't want to say anything you don't want to, you can go back the way you came, and from the first day you decide to follow me, you won't have that option in your life. Now, in front of you is the most terrifying center of the Warcraft Forest, where a living dragon lives, all you need to do is follow me in, and the rest of the things don't need to be considered, and there is no need to think about it. Execute the order and move forward! ”

"Yes! Head! ”

Without any hesitant roar, the face of every warrior was resolute. The eternal forest was infused with another breath of freshness, and the branches and leaves shook under the sound waves, covering the sky.

As soon as one foot stepped on the territory of the enchantment, a language that penetrated the sky filled everyone's eardrums.

"Lord Revent, with my expectation, have you brought back the seeds of the Elven Sacred Tree. What is the messy crowd behind me, food for me! ”

With a godlike tremor, the man condensed from the artifact appeared above the group, looking down faintly, and his eyes were imprinted with a swarm of ants.

Although the leader had already heard what the group leader had said, the majesty of the dragon still made the team unable to stop the chaos, and everyone turned pale, and the humming aftermath seemed to still echo in their ears. I wanted to look up at the man called the dragon, but I was shocked by the overwhelming pressure that followed.

In the entire team, only Revent, Shawshank and Audrey could stand up. Squinting his eyes, Thunder Lot's eyes rolled with irrepressible anger, he knew that this was this dragon giving himself a dismount, and it was a naked insult in the absolute strength comparison.

Sheng Sheng suppressed his emotions, and he said coldly.

"Dear Quasimodo, these people are my subordinates! As for the elven tree species you mentioned, I think you're cheating, and you should know that it's something I can't get right now. ”

The man floating in the sky, his eyes narrowed, and the more turbulent momentum frantically permeated around him, and all of them, without exception, let out a muffled snort of pain. He opened his big mouth and roared angrily, and he could even see the splattering sparks from inside.

"Are you breaking the contract! Revent! ”

"The anger that angers a dragon is a fear that you can't understand! Even, don't forget! Your life is not neutralized by the Elven Tree, and you only have a few months left! ”

The loud buzzing noise, extinguished in the surroundings, Leiwente's face became even more cold, which made Quasimodo more vigilant, the other party was very different from the stunned appearance when he came last time, there was no such clumsy cover-up, but more of a strange temperament.

His head swirled wildly, his eyes swept over the crowd, and a trace of murderous intent gradually poured out from it. He's dragged out of his control, and although he's paid a huge price, Quasimodo is still murderous, and he doesn't mind using his blood to build a team of more people among the newcomers who have returned, at least then he feels safer than counting on Thunder Strip now.

Lei Wente seemed to see the dragon's killing intent, and patted the dust swept away by the momentum of the substance calmly.

"Of course, I didn't mean to break the contract, after all, it was also my own life. However, Lord Quasimodo. Because of the misinformation you deliberately concealed, I lost my troops in the Elven Forest, and I had to flee here with the rest to avoid pursuit. However, this is not completely without harvest, the fire I have left behind has been planted within the elves, and it will be up to the time to erupt into flames that engulf their entire forest. ”

After a slight pause, sure enough, Quasimodo's face changed, and the murderous aura inadvertently withdrew into his body. He knows the truth of giving a sweet date to a bang, and now is not the time to turn his face with this dragon.

Revent opened his squinted eyes, which shimmered with confidence, and he whispered bewildermently, and then it grew bigger and bigger.

"Power ... Quasimodo, I need strength! I am not strong enough to strike a decisive blow! Give me strength! Quasimodo, it's for you, and it's for me! ”

“。。。 Not.. ”

The dragon in the sky groaned slightly, he knew that he was afraid of Lei Wente last time, and deliberately hid the true difficulty of the task. The indebtedness in his heart and the news that Lei Pattern threw out appropriately made the balance in his heart tilt again.

His face kept changing.

"Regarding the Elven Forest, it was my mistake! But your body cannot be baptized by my blood again, and your current strength is the pinnacle of what I can create. Lord Revent, I can't give you more again. ”

Quasimodo's expression was a little ugly, as if he was talking about his pain, it should have been to the point where the Sword Master could continue to upgrade, but now on Thunder Pattern's body, it was strange that only the Great Sword Master had been firmly capped, and Ren could no longer improve.

There was no way to give more power, and this result embarrassed Quasimodo. The omnipotent dragon was even questioned.

Luckily, Thunder Pattern was good at observing words and expressions, and spoke before Quasimodo was annoyed by the many eyes.

"Dear Quasimodo, I don't doubt what you mean. I know that there is a part of my body that causes this result. And the strength I want is not this aspect, if you can, please untie my subordinates first. ”

"Oh. . . Oh! ”

For various reasons, Quasimodo, who was easily playing with his emotions, responded with a sudden understanding, and quickly sorted out his momentum and let go of the oppression below. He did have the idea of giving them a dismount just now, and in his long-standing wisdom, this would be conducive to more complete control of the crawlers below.

"Then what kind of things do you need, I have been sealed here by the despicable Divine Court for a hundred years, and my former wealth has been deprived by that group of shameful reptiles, and now I have nothing extra to give you."

In order to alleviate his embarrassment, Quasimodo changed the topic and opened his mouth stiffly, but when it came to the general voice, he quieted down, and he found that the topic seemed to put him in an even more difficult situation.

At this time, the thunder pattern on the ground showed a smile that had been waiting for a long time, sinister and weird.

He waved his hand gently, as if calling an ancient golden wind, Quasimodo blinked in confusion, and under his signal, slowly landed in front of him, a cold surrounded the dragon that was calling for wind and rain for no reason, like stepping into an abyss with no entry and no exit.