Warhammer Wizard

"Don't blow it." Ren advised: "There are too many people nearby."

The horn of the Dragon's Call has a wide range, at least 40 to 50 miles away.

I don't know how many mercenaries and adventurers in the deep mud swamp are searching for the black dragon's lair. In the past few days alone, Ren has met them seven or eight times, and the sound of the horn will surely alert the mercenaries and adventurers within the range, and the Knights of the Roses and the Wolf Cavalry will also arrive.

If the good dragon is unwilling to sign the dragon's oath, it is bound to go through a battle, and I am afraid it will not end well.

Emily calmed down, this is really not a good choice.

"Let's find the giant dragon first, and hope we can outsmart it." Ren glanced at Galaderos. Good dragons can generally communicate and don't necessarily have to fight.

He had an idea right away.

Dragon Call can only sense good dragons within its range. Using this feature, as long as it has been tested many times, the location of good dragons can be roughly determined.

This is a very simple positioning method, and Emily understands it as soon as she hears it.

The two and the two dragons rode the phantom warhorse and ran, and chose a random direction. Every few minutes, Emilys sensed it. If she found that the dragon's call did not respond, she immediately turned her head, changed the direction a little, and repeated the test. .

In less than two hours, the location of Shanlong was very clear.

"Go over there."

Ren pointed to one direction and took the lead in riding over.

The phantom warhorse was very fast, galloping in the swamp, passing through puddles and grass, and the gray fog around it became denser.

After a while, Ren heard a slight sound.

"Um?"

He slowed down and looked at the source of the sound. The eye of the soul penetrated through the layers of fog. A few hundred meters away, there was a tall humanoid figure with horns on his head. searching for something.

Because of the gray fog blocking it, even the soul's eye couldn't see clearly.

Ren pointed to the direction of the figure.

The phantom warhorse approached, and the figure also heard the sound of the horse's hooves. He stood up and turned around, revealing his appearance completely.

"Tauren?" Ren was slightly surprised.

This is a male tauren, tall and strong, nearly 2.3 meters tall, with an extremely huge body like a wall, with a large mane behind the huge head, and feet with a pair of hard hooves, behind which is a pair of hooves. The flexible ox's tail swayed from time to time to drive away flying insects that approached itself.

The most striking thing is that he has a pair of huge horns.

The black horns are like sharp swords, growing from both sides of the head. The long horns at least half a meter long have a slight curvature and are slightly raised, which is very eye-catching.

The tauren's copper bell-like eyes are peaceful, wearing a simple linen robe, holding a curved wooden staff, the body of the staff is wrapped with green vines, and there are a few leaves on it, full of vitality.

With a large cloth bag slung across his body, he seemed to be collecting medicine.

"Tauren Druid?" Ren couldn't be sure, his eyes were uncertain. He found that he could not see through the bottom line of the tauren, as if there was a mosaic covering his soul, making the soul's eye temporarily ineffective.

This is the third time this has happened to him.

The first time was the shadow assassin, Ys, who had a magic item to cover his soul; the second time was the simulacrum of the holy soul wizard, Duke Hei-pao, who could see the soul, but was chaotic and could not get useful information.

The situation of this tauren is similar to Ys, and he should be carrying a strange magic item on his body.

"Mother Earth is protecting you." The tauren greeted with a gentle face, without the slightest hostility, he gently waved his wooden staff, and a few fresh and elegant rays of light fell.

The light blue shimmer has a cleansing effect, removing the dirt on the body, making Ren and others refreshed, and the exhaustion of running around in the swamp for days is swept away, and the whole body is comfortable.

And after the blessing, poisonous insects and flying mosquitoes did not dare to approach.

"The wind of nature."

Ren recognized that this was Druid's exclusive spell, made a prayer gesture for the Mother Earth Goddess, and replied in Tauren language: "Thank you, Master, I wonder if I can ask Master's name?"

"I'm just a believer who follows the way of nature, not a master, you can call me Black Horn." The tauren replied with a smile.

"Ebonhorn!" Emily was surprised: "You are Master Ebonhorn? The legendary Druid master who lived in seclusion in the deep mud swamp has been studying the cultivation method of black soul mushrooms for many years. I once wanted to visit you. , I want to buy a batch of black soul medicine, but I can't find the whereabouts of the master."

The tauren looked at her and nodded in relief, "So you've heard of me."

Ren's eyes fell behind Heijiao. There were signs that the grass had just been turned over, leaving a few shallow pits. There were still a small half of rhizomes left in the black mud in the pits.

This is the rhizome of the Black Soul Mushroom. He has also discovered a few Black Soul Mushrooms in the past few days, one worth hundreds of gold shields, so he picked it up.

But without leaving rhizomes like the other party, can it grow again?

The tauren was quite interested in Emilys and said, "If you want to buy the black soul potion, you can go to the Icethorn clan. I usually entrust the refined potions to them for sale." Recommended reading TV//

"Even if you can meet me in the swamp, it is a kind of fate." He took out a green leaf with a unique symbol on it, the leaf flew up and fell into Emily's hand, "You give this leaf to Emily's hand. Give Chief Corfu of the Icethorn clan a chance to buy the Black Soul Potion at a discount."

"Thank you, Master." Emily put away the leaves solemnly.

Hei Jiao waved his hand indifferently, his eyes swept over Ren, Galaderos, and Sindara, and paused for a while, and said, "You can go."

Ren was keenly aware of the changes in the Tauren.

Even if the soul's eye can't see the other party's soul state, it can still see some emotional ups and downs, and there are faint color changes.

He gestured to Emily behind his back.

Emily immediately understood, and she didn't want to leave just like that, so she asked, "Master Ebonhorn, have you been living in seclusion around here for many years?"

"Yes." The tauren nodded, "but my residence is a secret, so it is not convenient to receive you."

"Master misunderstood." Emily said quickly: "I just want to ask Master, have you ever seen a dragon in the swamp?"

"Dragon..."

The tauren's face was calm, and he didn't show any surprises. He smiled and said: "The swamp is so lively these days, how can I not know. Before you, I have met human mercenaries several times, and they have asked me about the dragon. The whereabouts, unfortunately, I have never seen a dragon."

Emily was a little disappointed, but she couldn't tell whether what the other party said was true or false.

In fact, she had secretly blessed herself with the Probing Technique for a long time, but she couldn't see any clues in the tauren, and she couldn't even determine whether it was deformed.

"Thank you, Master Noir, I won't disturb you to collect the medicine." Emily thanked and left.

Ren frowned and said suddenly, "Wait."

"What's wrong?" Everyone looked at Ren.

He also wasn't sure whether Black Horn was a giant dragon, or whether it had anything to do with it, but the Dragon's Call showed that there was a giant dragon nearby, so Black Horn had the biggest suspicion.

The method of verifying authenticity is simple.

Ren stared at the black tightly and said, "Take out the horn and show it to the master."

Emily also figured out the key, and without hesitation, took out the Dragon's Call, restored it to its original shape, and turned it into an odd-shaped horn more than half a meter long.

The Tauren looked puzzled, as if he didn't understand the situation.

Looking at the call of the dragon, he asked curiously, "What is this horn for, and why should you show it to me?"

Emily replied softly: "Master Blackhorn, this is the call of the dragon. You can use it to sign the dragon's oath with the good dragon. As long as you blow it, you can call the nearby good dragon to come."

"Dragon's Call!" The Tauren was very surprised, "You are the Dragonborn of the Drogon Castle family?" As a legendary Druid who has lived for hundreds of years, he must have heard the legend of Congatro.

"Yes." Emily said bluntly.

The tauren laughed in surprise, "You don't think I'm a giant dragon, do you?"

He looked at Ren while he was talking, obviously knowing that the group of people, led by Ren, became suspicious of himself.

Ren didn't answer.

He has been observing the color change of the black soul. After Emily took out the call of the dragon, the emotions of the black fluctuated violently. It was completely different from the indifference on the surface. Dragonborn identity.

This Druid is inseparable from the dragon, even if it is not the transformation of the dragon.

Renn has more than 90% certainty.

So he said decisively: "Blow it."

Whenever the horn of the dragon's call is heard, the dragon will appear and respond to the call. This is a rule set by Bahamut, the **** of good dragons. At such a close distance, even if the black horn is a legendary middle-level adult dragon, Ren is confident that he can take it in the shortest time.

At the same time as he spoke, he took out the hammer of thunder and lightning and the staff of arcane torrent from the ring. He also wore the blood-colored cloak behind him, and quickly blessed himself with the wings of wind and thunder.

With a snap, a pair of lightning-like wings extended out, illuminating the dim swamp.

In just an instant, Ren was in a state of battle.

Galaderos and Sindara also moved, flanking the tauren from both sides. They did not show the dragon's true body, but cast spells first.

Emily immediately brought the horn to her mouth and mobilized her soul power to blow it hard.

The Tauren's complexion changed greatly.

His eyes became gloomy and anxious in an instant. The wooden staff in his hand was inserted into the soft wetlands, and countless thorns and vines broke out from the ground, like thick poisonous snakes, entangling the four phantom warhorses and climbing rapidly, especially Emilys. The position was instantly submerged by a large number of roots.

At the same time, a brilliant starlight fell from the sky and hit Emily who was about to sound the horn.