"A major magic research?" Renne's mind was shocked.

The Holy Soul Wizard has already stood at the peak of the mortal spell caster, and anyone has mastered countless magical knowledge. In their eyes, the great magic research that can be regarded as a major one must have power that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Inferred from the words of the Duke of Redstone, this research will take at least ten years!

Rennes often comes into contact with the Holy Soul Wizard. The teacher does some magic research from time to time, but it usually takes only a few days or weeks, and it is rare for more than half a year, not to mention ten years.

"What is the Duke of Redstone studying?"

Rennes was very curious.

He turned around and found out the date when the Redstone Duke began his magic research. Just after Phyllis returned to Pallas Floating City from Longshande, there was only a few days apart.

Phyllis didn't know that the Duke of Redstone had actually gone to Longshande, and pretended to be her teacher Winslow. Obviously, she was also kept in the dark.

Renn pondered for a moment and had a rough guess in his heart: "It seems that the goal of the Redstone Duke in Longshande should be achieved, and he might have obtained some key items, so he started to do magic research when he returned to Pallas."

"This research is very likely to be more than anything else."

"Otherwise, with the arrogant character of the Duke of Redstone, Phyllis would never be restrained from provoking other holy soul wizards."

Renn has not officially contacted Duke Redstone, but he heard from his teacher that this person with the most genius in human history is extremely proud and revengeful. He hardly takes anyone other than the Holy Soul Wizard seriously. He is not a Holy Soul Wizard, and sometimes he will ridicule him in person.

"Forget it, it's nothing to do with me."

"Just as long as the Duke of Redstone doesn't find me on my head." : :

Renne stopped worrying and threw Phyllis' diary back into the ring and counted other items.

After crossing the Stano Mountains, the Wind Controller flew all the way northeast. During this period, he landed on the ground and rested several times to recover his strength. After half a day, he was approaching the deep mud swamp.

Renn sensed it. The steel ring he gave to Emilys has been staying in one position these days and has not moved. He couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong.

After calculating the distance, the Emily line is on the edge of the deep mud swamp, not far away.

He looked ahead with the eyes of the soul and could vaguely see a huge dark swamp that appeared on the horizon, with no end at a glance.

“Go down.”

Renn patted the sitting flying dragon, landed on a frozen soil, jumped to the ground, and turned around and said, "Good luck, goodbye."

The wind controler reluctantly rubbed his head against him, and finally took off and left.

To be fair, Wind Controller is a very good mount with a very high value. Rennes also wants to keep it, but the hidden danger is too great.

The reason he chose the Wind Controller at the beginning was that the Wind Controller often appeared in front of the world as the mount of a powerful orc.

The Orc tribe has a very famous army called the "Woriel Guards". It is independent of the clan and only serves allegiance to the tribe chief. The members of the Woriel Guards are elite orc warriors who are selected from a hundred. They have a complete set of methods to tame the Wind Controllers and are never circulated.

When people see the mount of the Wind Controller, they will think of orcs.

If Renn appeared in front of others with his human appearance, he would inevitably attract attention. If it was spread to the prairie, it would probably be associated with Broxgar.

Rennes did not relieve the domestication relationship of the Wind Controller, and his status could still be seen in the mobile interface.

If Pallas Floating City finds it, you can also predict it in advance.

He was still dressed as a human ranger, wearing leather armor and a sword hanging around his waist. He was sure that no one around took out the Arcane Torrent Staff and opened a portal.

After exiting the portal, there is a wilderness around it.

This was not far from Emilys' location. Rennes walked for a while and found a way, and was suddenly surprised.

The Deep Sludge Swamp is located in the easternmost part of the Orc tribe. It is very remote and has a harsh environment. Even with the resilience of orcs, it is difficult to settle for a long time. There are only a few small tribes, and there will be no many people passing by. However, on the road in front of you, there are many dense footprints, including orcs, humans, horse hoof marks and traces of various monster mounts. It is obviously left behind not long ago, and it will not exceed ten days at most.

Renn looked in the direction where the footprints extended, and it was the deep mud swamp.

"Is something happening?"

He murmured and ran at a low speed on the road. Not long after he ran, there was a sound of horse hooves coming from behind. Looking back, a team of cavalry was racing towards him on tall war horses.

Renn stopped and retreated to the side of the road.

There were more than a dozen cavalrymen in this team, all of whom were extraordinary humans, most of them were iron guards wearing enchanted armor. Everyone looked dusty, as if they had been rushing for several days in a row. When they saw Rennes on the roadside, they looked alert and slowed down from afar and approached.

The captain of the cavalry led the helmet and armor, revealing the face of a weathered middle-aged man. The soul eye shows that he is a high-level iron guard and has a very good strength.

He stopped a dozen steps away by driving the horse.

Then he said politely: "Brother, how far is this from the Ice Clan?"

Renn heard Emilys mention the Icethorn Clan, which is an orc tribe living on the edge of the deep mud swamp. They are very familiar with the deep mud swamp. Anyone who enters the swamp should best ask for a guide from their tribe.

Judging from the position of the ring, Emilys should be in the Ice Clan.

"It's not far ahead." Renn pointed in a direction.

"Okay, thank you!" The cavalry captain showed joy on his face. After thanking him, he did not stop for much. He waved his hand and led his teammates to continue on the road.

Renn looked at their backs and heard a few conversations from the sound of everything.

"Captain, what is this guy's origin? He dared to run to the deep mud swamp alone, he really didn't know how to live or die."

"What do you care about so much?"

The cavalry captain scolded: "Control our own affairs well, and hope it will be too late, otherwise this trip will be in vain."

The sound gradually faded away, and Renn heard no more useful information.

But he still saw something.

This group of cavalry came from the Knights of Brantania, a kingdom located between the Empire and the Orc tribe. He believed in the fairies in the lake and valued virtue, courage and glory. From the noble royal family to the common peasants, he was proud of knights, and the king was respected as the King of Knights.

Brantania has three major knights, and they share a common creed: glory is my life!

The Knights are of a strict level, and every Knight is a nobleman.

The group of people who passed by just now were just cavalry, not knights. The armor they wore could also be seen, without shield badges and without epaulettes, and had nothing to do with the three major knights. At most, they could only be called wandering knights or mercenaries, and they were just civilians in Brantania.

Rennes continued to run with doubts.

Not long after, a tribe built on a hillside appeared in front of me, surrounded by wooden fences, and the houses inside were made of stone and logs, with a maximum population of only 2,000, barely considered a city.

However, there were a large number of camps stationed under the hillside outside the tribe.

“What’s the situation?”

Renn was shocked and glanced at the sight of at least dozens of tents, teams of mercenaries, wandering knights, extraordinary people, and even adventurers from other races gathered together in groups of three or three, or resting or chatting, which was simply a vegetable market.

The team of wandering knights I met on the road just now also joined in and was camping.

This is completely different from the remote tribe he expected.

A group of people in these tents attracted the attention of Rennes. They were knights wearing exquisite armor, with swords around their waists, straight waists while walking, with a strong and majestic temperament. A red rose was painted on the chest of the armor, which was very conspicuous.

They had more than a dozen tents, neatly arranged together, and a simple stable was built with fabric next to them, with handsome white war horses carefully cared for by several grooms.

Renn recognized at a glance that they were the "Rose Knights" from one of the three major knights in Brantania, and they were all real knights.

"The Rose Knight dared to enter the territory of the tribe and ran to the deep mud swamp."

Rennes muttered to himself.

Although the relationship between Brantania and the orc tribe is not a mortal enemy, it has frequent friction and is definitely not a friendly neighbor.

The Rose Knight will inevitably take a great risk when he breaks into the orc tribe.

Rennes's arrival did not attract many people's attention. There were many single-handed adventurers like him. He found Emilys with a slight sense.

Through several tents, I saw Galadros on the periphery of the camp.

The red copper dragon was chatting with several mercenaries, and from time to time he let out a burst of laughter. His eyes swept to Renn and shouted in surprise: "Lei...you have finally arrived!"

"It's all gone, it's all gone."

Galadros dispersed the mercenaries, came to Renn, and smiled and said, "We have been waiting for you for several days. Emilys has been worried about you, and I know you will not have any problems."

"Well, I've kept you waiting for a long time." Renne nodded.

The two walked into a tent and immediately saw Emilys and Cindara, one of whom was sitting on a blanket and writing. With a glance, it seemed to be Congatro's battle map, while the Frost Sea Dragon was lying in the corner, holding the blanket and sleeping soundly.

"Ren!"

Emilys put away the paper and pen and came forward happily.

Renn gently put her shoulders down, "How is your business done?" Emilys couldn't help asking.

"It's going well." Renn replied with a smile: "You will hear the news after a few more days." Without further ado, he asked instead: "Why haven't you entered the swamp to search for dragons? What's going on here? Why are so many people? What are they here for?"

Cindara also woke up at this time, and when she saw Rennes, she muttered a few times.

"This matter is a long story." Emilys's face was very complicated, and she replied: "Like me, they are also here to look for the dragon."
Chapter completed!