On the evening of the fifth day, Lance left the hot spring town alone and headed for the mysterious canyon where the Drews lived.

It is said that the agreement between the Eastern Council and the Drews states that the former must ensure that the wizards do not disturb the isolated lives of the Drews.

But in fact, this article was not well implemented from the beginning.

Rumors of the mysterious fruit of the Drews have long been present in all corners of the Marseille Line. I don't know how many of the wizards who come to the southern mining area every year have the same thoughts as Lance and have some different views on these mysterious fruits.

So even though the Eastern Council tried to maintain order here, there was nothing they could do to stop the all-pervasive wizards.

It's just that the Drews have their own methods.

The Grand Canyon is said to be the narrowest in the Hot Spring Valley area, and its interior is filled with lush forests and steaming pools. And without the guidance of the Drews, ordinary wizards would not be able to find traces of the mysterious fruit even if they walked back and forth in the Grand Canyon hundreds of times.

Because that forest is actually just a front, the place where the Drews really live is a secret realm called [Verdant Wonderland]. The entire secret realm relies on the Creeland plane, which is quite far from the abyss, and its entrance is some trees in the forest.

Lance heard the news from a disillusioned wizard. The latter was also interested in the mysterious fruit of the Drews, and arrived in the Hot Springs Valley about half a year earlier than Lance. However, it took him half a year, but he still couldn't find any clues of the Drews from the Hot Springs Valley.

This group of weirdos is just like they say they are. It is only when dealing with the Eastern Council that it will occasionally appear in front of people. For most of the rest of the time, they hid in their verdant wonderland, guarding the sacred tree, Anzzula.

And there are only two ways to get to the secret realm. The first is the pure blood of the Drews themselves, who are said to be able to communicate with the spirits of the trees, and then directly enter the verdant wonderland through the trees.

The second option is rumored - it is said that in a corner of the forest, there is an [Anzura Trail]. You don't need to be of pure Drew blood to open this trail, but there are a lot of hardships on the way, once you can walk the trail. You can also reach the verdant wonderland inhabited by the Drews.

The news didn't discourage Lance from coming - if the Anzula fruit was so easy to obtain. I'm afraid that the fruit of Anzula here has long been plundered.

In fact, Lance argues that the Eastern Council chose to work with the Drews rather than plunder them. There's a reason for that, too.

There must be a force behind the Drews who support them. So much so that the powerful Eastern Council had to carve out a territory on its own territory for the Drus to live in. At the same time, the ownership of the Anzula Sacred Tree is not seized by violent means.

"If the Drews survive, there must be a reason for them. I'm not a descendant of the Drews, so don't think much about these tree spirits entering the verdant fairyland. You can only try your luck. Let's see if we can find the Anzula Trail. ”

With this in mind, Lance slowly stepped into the Grand Canyon.

The water vapor rushed in, forming a thick layer of mist above the canyon.

The canyon is east-west, with steep mountains on both sides, and strange trees grow on top of the rocks and soil, forming a forest with no end in sight.

In the quiet forest, there is not a single sound to be heard. It seemed that most of the sound was absorbed by the dense moisture, and Lance's feet were on the soft, wet earth, and he had the illusion of walking through the swamp.

As it darkened, Lance turned on Hawkeye and Black Bat and began scouting every corner of the forest.

......

For two days and two nights, Lance walked in the Grand Canyon. During this time, he also encountered two patrol teams and some "peers" with evil intentions, but he cleverly avoided them.

Ever since he left Hot Springs two days ago, a new warrant from the Eastern Council had been delivered from the mountain city - it was clear that Torreen and the others had probably solved the problem of the archdemon and started to put things in order.

At such a time, it is still difficult to say whether the decree in Lance's hands can take effect, so he does not want to make any extraneous complications.

Only to his disappointment, like the wizard who told him the news, he carefully searched every corner of the Grand Canyon, and still found nothing.

The legendary Anzula trail leading to the verdant wonderland seems to have no zài at all.

It took him two days to know every corner of the canyon, but he didn't find any trace of the Drews. This made him wonder if the so-called Drew was a hoax in itself?

Is it just a gimmick created by the Eastern Council or someone else for some purpose?

After all, since the legend of the Drews began to spread around the Marseille Line, business in the spa town has more than doubled.

Thinking of this, Lance hesitated.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to return to Hot Springs Town and find out more news.

However, to his surprise, when he returned to the hot spring town at night, he met an unexpected man.

......

"Didn't you say you were going to get out of here?

In the corner of a hot spring inn, an old man and a young man sat in the shadows.

Lance looked around, it was dark and there was no one else lingering in the hall, only him and old Miller.

The old man wore a wizard's hat with a low brim, and he did not look like a wizard in appearance, but rather like a warlock who liked to cheat everywhere.

"Do you say that if a man dies, he will be resurrected?"

Old Miller said quietly.

Lance was stunned for a moment, and said seriously: "People cannot be resurrected after death, this is the law of the universe, unless the person who dies has a power beyond the legend." ”

Old Miller nodded, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes: "That night, I was about to leave the mountain city, but I met someone. ”

Lance frowned, thinking of what Old Miller had said before, and suddenly said, "Is it a dead man?"

"Pretty much. Old Miller said calmly, "Five years ago, I killed him with my own hands, and I could make sure that my heart was crushed, his neck broken, and his head flattened, but five years later he appeared to me again, no different from then." ”

Langston was taken aback.

At first, he thought that old Miller had misjudged, after all, this kind of thing may be the wrong person, or it may be that the person was not dead at that time.

But judging from his description, it should not be possible to recognize the wrong person, after all, the spiritual power of wizards is extremely powerful, and the possibility that they did not die at that time seems to be ruled out. Lance couldn't imagine how a person could continue to live after such a trauma to his heart and neck.

This devastating damage is beyond the scope of witchcraft healing. Unless you have the skills of the old devil, you can immediately change the man's heart - and of course, the neck and head must be connected. But this kind of surgery is too difficult.

Lance groaned for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Is it the son of the councilor?"

Old Miller nodded: "That councilor's name is Hunter, and he is a third-level wizard. His son, the scum who killed my daughter, his name is Richardson, and now they are father and son, within the confines of Hot Springs Valley. ”

At the moment, he also hid something, and directly told Lance what happened to him that day:

It turned out that after the old Miller discovered Richardson's traces that day, he did not act rashly, but followed all the way.

With some witchcraft at his ultimatum, he quickly determined that this guy was the same scum he had killed with his own hands five years earlier. He was so shocked that he almost didn't resist the urge and rushed out to kill Richardson.

Although Old Miller is old and has been imprisoned in the Black Tower for five years, his magic has deteriorated, but he is also an out-and-out second-level high-level wizard.

Originally, if it hadn't been for that incident five years ago, he would have been the next man in the mountain city to become a third-level wizard. After all, his magic pool was already very stable and integrated with his body, and he just needed to find a suitable sorcery seed to plant.

And Richardson himself is just a wizard apprentice with very weak magic. He wouldn't even be an apprentice wizard if it weren't for his powerful father.

He knew that his qualifications were very poor, and he probably had no hope in this life on the wizarding path, so he spent all his time eating, drinking, and having fun.

And his father, Hunter, seems to have acquiesced to Richardson's behavior.

"Why didn't you kill him?" asked Lance.

Old Miller shook his head with a wry smile: "Because I haven't figured out the truth about his resurrection yet." ”

Lance suddenly realized: "Are you afraid that if you kill him this time, he will be resurrected?"

Old Miller nodded: "Hunter doesn't seem to know about the Black Tower yet, so he shouldn't be defensive against me, after all, in his heart, I'm just a small character." This is one of my strengths, I have to figure out the reason for this brute's resurrection, and then find a way to deal with it, and really kill him!"

So I resisted the idea of killing him, but I saved the girl, wounded one of the attendants, and left. ”

Old Miller's tone was calm, but Lance could feel the anger in his heart.

The girl Lance had seen it in Old Miller's room before, and she was very handsome, but she was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Richardson seems to have an unusual penchant for younger girls.

And if Lance is not mistaken, Miller Sr. once mentioned that his daughter, if she was still around, would probably be about the same age as herself.

In other words, when his daughter was killed, she was only thirteen or fourteen years old. (To be continued......)