The black-robed wizard stood on a platform formed by vine roots in the forest.

Rennes could not see through his soul, nor could he judge whether the other party was hostile from the color of the soul, so he was very cautious in setting any door at the edge of the platform and trying to stay away as far as possible.

The black-robed wizard looked over and still had no intention of taking action.

From beginning to end, he had never even said a word except for transforming into a Green Dragon to fight with the Soul Hunting Team to consume their physical and soul power, and finally using "Dark Entanglement" to control Swift.

Even if Renn killed the Green Dragon, he did not say anything.

However, Ren could sense that the black-robed wizard was always paying attention to him, his eyes fixed on him, and he could not find out what he was thinking.

"Your Mightiness."

Ren nodded slightly and shouted.

He remembered that the green dragon Monagas called the black-robed wizard Fetantirus, but he had never heard of it, and there were no results in the mobile library.

"Earl Glamorgan." The black-robed wizard finally spoke. His voice was a little hoarse and old, completely inconsistent with his young appearance. He was thin and seemed to be able to blow away with a gust of wind.

"I need you to do one thing for me."

Fetantirus's words were unexpected. He asked for help, but there was no smile or kindness on his face, and his face was still cold, as if it was natural for others to do things for him.

Rennes has been observing the other party with the eyes of the soul, but under the dual effects of the will of truth and the key of the door, he still can't see anything, as if this black robe can block all explorations and form a blind spot.

"You know me?" Renn asked back without agreeing to the request.

Fetantirus's mouth raised, as if he was laughing, but it was even worse than crying, and said gloomy: "Of course I know the proud student of Ancivodaus."

Renn's heart was slightly stern.

He actually called the teacher's name, and his tone seemed to be familiar with the teacher. Such a person was at least a holy soul wizard.

But how could a Holy Soul Wizard fall into serving the Green Dragon?

Moreover, the opponent's soul is not as powerful as the Holy Soul Wizard, and is only at the level of the legendary first-level level.

Renn was a little confused and asked carefully: "Who are you?"

"You don't need to know my identity. Anyway, it's not your enemy. Just call me Fetantirus." The black-robed wizard looked cold and said again: "I need you to do something for me."

"What's the matter?" Renne frowned.

"Help me untie it."

Fetantirus flipped open the collar of the black robe and a collar appeared on his neck. The collar was only one finger wide, like it was made of some kind of cyan metal, without a trace of gap, firmly covering the neck with obscure runes engraved on it.

Renn had never seen these runes, and they were completely different rune systems from what he learned.

He looked at it carefully and found some clues.

This should be a dragon clan. The runes on the collar are a variant of the ancient dragon language. It seems that there are only a dozen runes, but they have multiple enchantments. No matter which rune is removed or violently destroying the collar, they will have unknown consequences.

Rennes couldn't see what its specific enchantment was for a while, and shook his head and said, "Sorry, I can't untie this collar."

"No, you can."

But Fetantirus said confidently: "You are one of the few people in the world who can unlock the soul control circle. I don't know what method you should use, but you can do it, think about it carefully."

These words left Rennes confused.

It was a bit strange in logic. It sounded like he knew him very well and was full of confidence, but he didn't know what to do.

This is too inexplicable.

Renn did not respond immediately and asked, "Grand, why do you think I can untie it?"

Fetantirus stared at Rennes, his eyes flashed slightly deeper, his pupils lost their focal length in a very short moment, turning into a pair of hourglass, and golden quicksand flowed slowly, forming a twisted and blurred Rennes' image reflection, which immediately returned to normal.

He affirmed again, "You can do it."

Seeing that Rennes seemed indifferent, Fetantirus could only explain: "This is my ability, and there will be no mistakes. When you return to Mo, you will ask your teacher for advice, and there may be an answer."

"Okay." Renne nodded.

In fact, he had already thought of what to do, approached Fetitirus and reached out to him and asked, "Is that OK?"

"Please."

Renne's hand touched the metal collar and immediately learned about its structure and nature.

This is a very magical magic alloy, not formed naturally, and the melting method and formula are unprecedented. It can be perfectly combined with runes to lock and enslave a soul.

No matter how the soul's body changes, shrinks or enlarges, blurs or deforms, the collar can immediately adjust its shape so that the target cannot be separated, just like a gangrene attached to the bone.

There is a powerful spiritual mark in the collar.

After putting on the collar, life and death are controlled by the master of the seal, which is similar to the spiritual charm, but is different. The spiritual charm is a gifted spell, sometimes resisted, and can be removed by more powerful spells or magical techniques. This soul-controlling circle is tangible, and there is no other way unless it is dismantled.

The collar is very solid. Once violently damaged, it will trigger a self-destruction, causing the target to be destroyed.

Ren couldn't help but sigh.

The structure of this thing is so exquisite, and the manufacturing method is completely different from that of today. It should be from the hands of a powerful and ancient real dragon.

Fetantirus is right, he can indeed dismantle this soul-controlling circle.

Regardless of the alloy the collar is made of, it is metal, and Renn's activated metal can ineffective it in just a moment without triggering the self-destruct runes on it.

But Renne was not in a hurry to lift it.

He was very interested in this soul control circle. He pretended to be thinking about how to crack it, but was actually studying the runes on it carefully. Even if he didn't understand the dragon language runes, he could memorize them by rote. After going back, he would slowly figure it out, and maybe he could recreate a brand new soul control circle.

Fetantirus did not urge him, and let Renn press his hand on his neck and wait patiently.

Until more than ten minutes later.

Renn said, "I'm going to start."

Fetantirus nodded, and the next second, the hard collar melted and flowed to Renne's hand like water, condensing into a metal ingot. The metal ingot, the size of a pigeon egg, revealed rays of green light. None of the runes originally engraved on it worked and completely failed.

The whole process only took two or three seconds, and the soul control circle was lifted.

Even though Fetantirus knew that Rennes had a solution, he did not expect that it would be so easy. The problem that had troubled him for many years was solved simply by Rennes as if he was drinking water.

He didn't ask how Rennes did it, and he didn't have a smile on his face and said:

"I owe you a favor."

Renne smiled, but he didn't care.

I don’t even know what the other person’s identity is, what’s the use of this favor?

He observed with the soul eye and found that after the soul control circle was lifted, Fetantirus's soul state was still the same as before, without any change.

The Soul Control Circle only restricts his personal freedom and does not suppress his soul strength.

"This collar metal is your reward," Fetantirus said, waving his hand to open a portal.

Renn's pupils shrank, and Fetantirus' casting speed was incredibly fast. The portal reached the sixth ring, but was almost instant. His eyes penetrated the portal and found that the teleportation distance was very far, at least more than 200 miles, far exceeding the normal sixth ring portal.

An ordinary legendary early-level wizard would never have such a clever spell casting ability.

Fetantirus walked towards the portal, stopped suddenly before entering, turned around and said, "You'd better leave the forest of death immediately. The owner of this collar is the King of Green Dragon 'Zhan Qing'. Although Monagas is only one of its many descendants, it is highly valued. With Zhan Qing's narrow personality, he might come to take revenge at any time."

After saying that, he entered the portal and his thin figure disappeared.

Renn looked at the empty platform with a serious expression.

He has heard of Zhan Qing's name. This is one of the most well-known evil dragons in Alan Ershi. It is over three thousand years old and has already entered the ancient dragon stage. It is known as the King of Green Dragons. It ruled one-quarter of the deepest part of the forest of death. I wonder how many dragon-slaying warriors died under its dragon breath.

The older the dragon is, the stronger the strength. The power of an ancient green dragon is no less than that of a demigod!

Renne dared not waste time, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

He immediately opened any door to the next to the corpse of the green dragon and shouted loudly: "Swift, you go into the dragon's nest to plunder the treasures. I'll dismember the corpse of the green dragon. Soon, Zhan Qing may be on the way to come."

"The King of Green Dragon!"

"Oh my God, the goddess is here..."

Everyone gasped when they heard Zhan Qing’s name, their eyes filled with panic.

Blamet was even more anxious and jumped, "What other treasures do you want? Green dragons are all paupers. The things they collect are not valuable. And how many good things can this green dragon be so young? Run away quickly!"

However, the soul hunters did not listen to their advice and ran into the dragon's nest as fast as possible from the entrance, as if there was an evil dragon chasing behind their butts.

In fact, Renn just said casually and scared everyone to hurry up.

Green Dragon is not good at teleporting spells. No matter how fast the Green Dragon King flies, it is difficult to rush from the depths of the forest of death in a short period of time. The probability of such a thing happening is very low.

Swift did not enter the dragon's nest. He came over and took out a silver silk bag and said, "Oh Earl, this is a high-end body bag that can accommodate the body of a giant dragon, and then take it back to the empire and then dismember it."

Rennes couldn't help but be surprised that Swift was indeed well prepared, even taking this into consideration.

This body bag is similar to the dimensional space equipment, but it can only store corpses, with a maximum number and weight limit. Many soul hunting teams will bring several. Advanced body bags can accommodate a corpse that weighs no more than 500,000 pounds, and it is more than enough to fit into this green dragon.

He took the silver silk bag and opened the bag to stimulate it with his soul power. Suddenly, the huge dragon corpse was reduced and put in, but the weight of the bag did not change much.

In less than three minutes, the soul hunters came out of the dragon's nest.

They were all cursing, not holding much in their hands, and they didn't look like they had just robbed the dragon treasure.

Renne had no time to check it out, took out the Arcane Torrent Staff and opened the portal, allowing everyone to go in.

He used the remaining three portals on his staff in one breath.

The teleportation took one hundred and fifty miles, crossed the Ismu Valley, and then summoned all six fiery dragons. Everyone jumped on the dragon's back and flew desperately outside the Death Forest Sea.
Chapter completed!