Under Renn's instructions, Fengpeng deviated hundreds of miles in the swamp, away from the area where the dragon's nest was located.

The metal marks in the sensing became farther and farther away, and were still circled around the dragon's nest. Then Ren felt relieved and smiled and said, "It's impossible for them to catch up."

"Can you be sure?" Feng Peng asked under him.

Renn has some understanding of the character of this black dragon. He is cautious and cunning, and is also very sensitive. He can often detect hidden information in just a few words, but sometimes he is too suspicious and has a mentality of "there are always troublemakers who want to harm me". The fastest update is computer::/

The Black Dragon does not believe in himself, but wants to indirectly attack the means that he can sense the target position.

Obviously, he was scared by the previous tracking.

Renn replied inexplicably: "Believe it or not."

The black dragon remained silent, and Renn was on his back. The soul eye could only see his soul color changing from time to time through a haze. His mind was active, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He sensed Emilis' location.

After Emilys teleported from the Dragon Nest, she followed her own arrangements and used the remaining portals on the Arcane Torrent Staff in one breath, and then flew directly to the direction of Heitoke.

From deep mud swamps to Heitoke, there is no need to cross the Stano Mountains anymore.

This mountain range extends from Wansong Ridge. As long as you fly southeast, pass through the vast and cold Wansong Ridge, or go east to the Qiandao Sea, and go south along the coastline, you can eventually return to Haitok.

At this moment, Emilys had left the deep mud swamp.

Feng Peng's speed was faster than the Red Copper Dragon and the Frost Sea Dragon. It took only half a day to catch up with them. Renn pointed out the direction for Feng Peng.

However, Feng Peng suddenly deformed.

The broad wings converged inward, and the body size also shrank a lot, and in an instant it turned into a peculiar light blue griffin.

The griffin is very strong, a little larger than the royal griffin. It is nearly seven meters long. Every feather on its body is looming, with only a little light blue, translucent from beginning to end, surrounded by an illusory glow. It only has extremely subtle sounds when flying, and the effect is comparable to invisible.

Renn, who was riding on the griffin's back, was also shrouded in a layer of faint light, covering his figure.

He recognized this as a very rare griffin.

He couldn't help but be surprised and asked, "What are you doing when you turn into an ethereal griffin?"

The griffin continued to fly, and it was difficult to find its existence on the ground, but its speed was much slower than Feng Peng, and even a little slower than the dragon, so it was almost impossible to catch up with Emilys.

"Fengpeng is so eye-catching," explained Black Dragon: "In my experience, the ethereal griffin is the most suitable form for long-distance flights, much safer than Fengpeng."

This reason is barely reasonable, but not sufficient.

Feng Peng, transformed by the Black Dragon, has legendary strength and is extremely fast. There are very few creatures that can catch up with him. As long as you don’t encounter opponents as powerful as Silver Dragon, there will generally be no danger.

He should have other thoughts.

Renn knew this very well, but he didn't expose it, so he let him go.

It took the ethereal griffin for most of the day to fly out of the deep mud swamp and continue to move forward in the territory of the orc tribe. He rested several times in the middle and entered Wansong Ridge in the evening the next day.

Wansongling is named after countless huge red pine trees growing. It sounds small, but in fact it is a vast forest with an area of ​​four or five provinces. Half of the area borders the northeastern province of the Empire, and is known as the two major green treasure houses of the Empire. Wansongling is not as high as the height of the entire altitude and does not have prominent tall mountains, but the terrain is steep and complex, with hills and ravines, like rolling huge mountains.

Because it is close to the North Wind Cold Zone and the climate is severe all year round, except for some forest troll tribes in Wansong Ridge, most of the forests are deserted and there are many powerful monsters and strange monsters hidden.

It is actually very difficult to cross Wansong Ridge from the ground and is extremely dangerous.

Renne rode a giant dragon and flew directly over Wansong Ridge from the sky, so he didn't feel much.

Emilys was able to start her career in Heitoke and connect with the centaurs of the Drogon tribe, relying on a relatively safe secret path she explored in Wansong Ridge.

Through this rugged trade route, Emilys can deliver the specialties and materials from the grassland to the port of Heitoke, sell them all over the world, exchange them for golden shields and then purchase weapons and equipment, helping the centaurs of the Zoken tribe rise.

Without Emilys' guidance this time, Rennes could only be more careful.

It was getting dark soon.

The ethereal griffin flew in the middle of the night while the dim moonlight flew in the middle of the night, feeling a little tired, so he found a deep valley to land and prepared to rest for a while.

Renn landed on the ground, stepping on thick fallen leaves, making a dull sound.

He listened carefully for a while, and there were many wild beasts hiding out of the night in the dark forests around him, but they were not too threatening.

The black dragon turned into a druid who was a tauren. He held a green wooden stick and waved it gently. A green light penetrated into the towering red pine in front of him. The whole tree seemed to come alive. The branches swayed and grew more than ten meters above the ground, and vines were wrapped around it. A spacious tree house was built in half a minute.

He flew to the door of the tree house and made an invitation gesture with one hand: "Sir, please come in."

Renn's eyes were surprised, and I have to say that the druid was indeed like a fish in the forest.

He flashed up and walked into the tree house. The wooden floor was flat and the walls were airtight, blocking the cold wind of the night, feeling very warm.

The tauren also walked in, and the branches behind him closed and closed the door.

After entering the door, he deformed again. The Taurus' tall body shrank down and he became a well-proportioned human male in a blink of an eye.

This is the first time that the Black Dragon showed human form in front of Rennes. He looked very young, only in his early twenties. His skin was fair and had long black hair. He was simply tied behind his head. He wore a delicate aristocratic long skirt and revealed his noble demeanor in every move.

His appearance is extremely handsome, even better than Rennes, and can even be described as beautiful.

This outfit is also neutral, with black eyes that seem to be able to speak, and his temperament is a bit feminine. If you don’t know clearly that this black dragon is a male, at first glance, it is easy to mistake him for a lady.

Heilong flipped his palm and took out a complete set of tables and chairs and placed them in the wooden house.

He sat down gracefully, took out one thing after another and placed it on the table. The exquisite tea sets and black tea, wine, fragrant snacks, and crystal lamps like works of art. The elegant light illuminated the wooden house and lit a stove of incense, and the atmosphere became a bit weird.

The black dragon looked up at Rennes and whispered: "Sir, please sit down and taste the snacks and teas I brought from Brantania. Is it suitable for your taste?"

Rennes felt a sudden heart.

The black dragon's voice also changed, becoming somewhat inconsistent with men and women, and his tone was exactly the same as that of the noble lady.

"Cough..." Renn coughed dryly to hide his embarrassment, pulled open the chair and sat down opposite the Black Dragon, but did not touch the food, and asked directly: "Aegon, what are you doing?"

"Please don't think too much, I just want to talk to the adults." Heilong Zhanyan smiled. Although he was still a man's face, he felt a little thrilling.

"Damn!"

Renn screamed inwardly, he had never seen this scene before, and can men be so coquettish? He complained in his heart, but his face remained silent: "If you have something to say, just say it."

He then understood that the black dragon turned into an ethereal griffin and slowed down its flight speed, in fact, to create time alone with himself.

Aegon poured a cup of black tea, raised his right hand with an orchid finger and took a sip, then said, "Sir Earl, Emilys must have paid a great price to help her restore the country and regain Congatro's royal power, right? I wonder if I can ask for advice, what plans are there at present?"

Ren couldn't help but look at the Black Dragon.

His tone and expression were not like a giant dragon at all. He was considering far more than Galadlos and Cindara, but more like a real human.

He deserves to be a Countess in Brantania for more than 20 years.

Renn felt it was necessary to hit the black dragon and said seriously: "Conquering Congatro is Emilys' dream and a plan for the floating city of Wizelland. You just need to follow the orders and don't ask about our plans casually, let alone make your little thoughts. If you delay things, don't blame me for being ruthless at that time."

The teacup on Aegon's hand shook, and a few drops of black tea splashed, and he said in surprise: "Wiseland Floating City!"

He thought that Emilys had just told Rennes to act alone, but he didn't expect that Wizelan Floating City also participated. As one of the three major forces in the empire, Wizelan Floating City was too heavy, and the possibility of Emilys regaining the throne was greatly increased.

Aegon quickly lowered his head, "Sir, I'm just curious and have no other ideas."

"That's good." Renn said lightly.

The soul's eyes were blocked, and he couldn't tell whether the black dragon was talking, but he was not particularly worried. This black dragon was a tactful guy who knew how to weigh the pros and cons, and he would not dare to make trouble for Vizelan.

The tree house was silent, and only Aegon's sound of drinking tea and eating snacks.

Renn didn't eat his food, so he took a few pieces of dry food from his ring and ate some casually, simply filling his stomach.

As a man, his eating habits are in sharp contrast to Aegon's food.

While recovering his physical strength, Aegon's eyes turned and suddenly asked, "Sir, how do you think of my transformation ability?"

"Very clever, better than anyone I've ever met." Rennes commented frankly.

This is the truth. He doesn't know much about the transformation technique. Weizelan also has several "variable wizards" from the Soul-Reigning School, one of which is a legend, but their transformation ability is more than eight streets worse than Aegon.

A black dragon is a part-time druid, and it is absolutely a miracle to practice transforming to this level.

Aegon was very happy to hear Rennes say this.

He said with a mysterious look on his face: "Sir, I will tell you a secret. Please don't spread it. Even His Highness Emilys can't tell you." Before Renn refused, he told the secret, "Actually I'm not a druid."

Renn didn't want to know any secrets, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but be surprised and asked:

"You are not a druid, how can you transform?"

"I'm dependent on a strange thing."

Aegon opened his collar and had a soft branch on his slender neck, like a necklace, with a piece of wood the size of a palm hanging underneath. The wood piece was roughly crafted, with a simple and light green rune in the middle, which looked like a casual amulet.

However, Renne felt a vast and mysterious power on this wood chip talisman.

This is the power of nature, pure and fresh.

Renn took a breath, as if he was in a dream full of vitality. The world tree in his soul trembled slightly, which was the effect of the seed of the fusion of the soul.

He suddenly realized that this talisman was actually made of the heart of the World Tree!

Combined with Aegon's words, Renn immediately recognized the origin of this strange object. He had seen information about it in a book introducing the great druids in history.

He searched on his phone and immediately came up with the results. Several of the pictures were exactly the same as the amulet in front of him, and he couldn't help but blurt out:

"Selana's soul-willing talisman!"

This talisman is a legendary treasure!
Chapter completed!