Chapter 304

Name:Warhammer Wizard Author:Emperor
The black-robed wizard stood on a platform formed by vine roots in the forest.

Ren can't see through his soul, and can't judge whether the other party is hostile from the color of the soul, so he carefully set the arbitrary door on the edge of the platform, as far away as possible.

The black-robed wizard looked over, but still had no intention of making a move.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even say a word except that he turned into a green dragon to fight with the soul hunting team to consume their physical strength and soul power, and finally used "Dark Coil" to control Swift.

Even if Ren killed the green dragon, he didn't say anything.

However, Ren could sense that the black-robed wizard had been paying attention to him, and his eyes were fixed on him, unable to detect what was in his heart.

"Your Mightiness."

Ren nodded slightly and called out.

He remembered that the green dragon Monagas called the black-robed wizard Fertantiles, but he had never heard of it, and there was no search result in the mobile phone library.

"The Earl of Glamorgan." The black-robed wizard finally spoke. His voice was hoarse and old, which did not match his youthful appearance at all.

"I need you to do something for me."

Fertantius' words were unexpected, he asked for help, but there was no smile or kindness on his face, and his expression was still grim, as if it was natural for others to do things for him.

Ren 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 detection and form a blind spot.

"Your Excellency knows me?" Ren didn't agree to the request, but asked instead.

The corners of Fertantius' mouth were raised, as if he was smiling, but it was uglier than crying, and he said gloomily, "Of course I know Anse Wodos's proud student."

Ren's heart trembled slightly.

He even called the teacher's name directly, and his tone sounded familiar to the teacher. Such a character is at least a holy soul wizard.

But how could a holy soul wizard be reduced to serving the green dragon?

Moreover, the opponent's soul is not as powerful as the holy soul wizard, only at the level of a legendary beginner.

Ren was a little uncertain, and asked cautiously: "May I ask who you are?"

"You don't need to know my identity, I'm not your enemy anyway, just call me Fertantiles." The black-robed wizard said again with a cold expression, "I need you to do something for me."

"What's the matter?" Ren frowned.

"Help me untie it."

Fertantilus flipped open the collar of the black robe, and a collar appeared around his neck. This collar is only one finger wide, and it seems to be made of some kind of cyan metal, without a single gap, it wraps around the neck firmly, with obscure runes engraved on it.

Ren has never seen these runes, and they are completely different from what he has learned.

He took a serious look and found some clues.

This should be a creation of the Dragon Clan. The runes on the collar are variations of the ancient dragon language. There seem to be a dozen or so runes, but combined, they have multiple enchanting effects, no matter which rune is dispelled or violent. Destroying the collar will have unknowable consequences.

What is its specific enchantment, Ren couldn't see it for a while, shook his head and said: "Sorry, I can't untie this collar."

"No, you can."

But Feitantilus said firmly: "You are one of the few people in the world who can unlock the soul control ring. I don't know what method you should use, but you can definitely do it. Think carefully."

These words made Renn confused.

The logic is also a bit strange. It sounds like he knows himself very well and is full of confidence, but he doesn't know what to do.

This is too inexplicable.

Ren did not respond immediately, and asked, "Your Excellency, why do you think I can unlock it?"

Fertantilus stared at Ren, the depths of his eyes flickered slightly, the pupils lost focus for a very short moment, and turned into a pair of hourglasses, the golden quicksand flowed slowly, forming a distorted and blurred reflection of Ren's image, and then recovered normal.

He reaffirmed, "You can do it."

Seeing that Ren seemed indifferent, Fertantiles could only explain: "This is my ability, and I will never make a mistake. When you return to Modu and ask your teacher for advice, maybe there will be an answer."

"Okay." Ren nodded.

In fact, he had already thought of what to do, approached Phetitelus and stretched out his hand, asking, "Is it okay?"

"Please."

Ren's hand touched the metal collar, and he immediately knew its structure and properties.

This is a very magical magic alloy, which is not formed naturally. 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 escape, just like a gangrene attached to the bone.

There is a powerful psychic imprint in the collar.

After wearing the collar, life and death are controlled by the owner of the imprint, which is similar to the charm of the soul, but different. Mind charm is an innate spell, sometimes it can be resisted, and it can also be dispelled by more powerful spells or divine spells, and this soul control circle is tangible, unless it is dismantled, there is no other way.

The material of the collar is very strong, once it is violently damaged, it will trigger a self-explosion, killing the target physically and mentally.

Ren couldn't help sighing.

The structure of this thing is too exquisite, and the manufacturing method is completely different from today's. It should come from the hands of a powerful and ancient true dragon.

Feitantierus was right, he could indeed dismantle this soul control ring.

Regardless of the alloy the collar is made of, it's metal, and Wren's living metal takes just a split second to disable it without triggering the self-destruct rune on it.

But Ren didn't rush to get rid of it.

He is very interested in this Soul Control Circle, pretending to be thinking about how to crack it, but actually studying the runes on it seriously. Even if you don't know the dragon language runes, you can memorize them by rote, and after you go back, you can figure it out slowly, and maybe you can reproduce a brand new Soul Control Circle.

Feitantierus didn't urge, and let Ren put his hands on his neck, waiting patiently.

Until ten minutes later.

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

Fertantius nodded, and in the next second, the hard collar melted, flowing into Ren's hand like water, and condensed into a metal ingot. The metal ingot, which was only the size of a pigeon egg, revealed wisps of blue light. None of the runes originally engraved on it worked, and they were completely invalid.

The whole process only took two or three seconds, and the Soul Control Circle was released.

Even though Fertantilus knew that Rennes had a solution, he never expected it to be so easy. The problem that had troubled him for many years was solved by Rennes as easily as drinking water.

He didn't ask Ryan how he did it, and without a smile on his face, he said:

"I owe you a favor."

Ren smiled, but he didn't care.

What's the use of this favor if you don't even know the identity of the other party?

He observed with the eyes of the soul, and found that after the release of the soul control circle, the state of Feitantierus's soul was still the same as before, without any change.

The soul control circle only restricted his personal freedom, but did not suppress his soul strength.

"This metal collar is your reward." Fertantilus said, and opened a portal with his hand.

Ren's pupils shrank, and Fertantius' casting speed was incredible. This portal reached the sixth ring, but it was almost instant. His eyes penetrated the portal and found that the teleportation distance was very far, at least two hundred miles, far exceeding the distance of a normal six-ring portal.

It is absolutely impossible for an ordinary legendary junior wizard to have such a superb ability to cast spells.

Fertantilus 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 'Zhan Qing', the king of green dragons. Although Monagas is just one of many One of the heirs, but he is highly valued, and with Zhan Qing's narrow personality, he might come to seek revenge at any time."

After finishing speaking, he entered the portal, and the thin figure disappeared.

Ren looked at the empty platform with a serious expression on his face.

He has heard of Zhan Qing's name. This is one of the most famous evil dragons of Allen Erth. It is more than three thousand years old and has already entered the stage of the ancient dragon. It is known as the king of green dragons and rules the deepest quarter of the forest of death. An area of ​​1,000,000 dragon slaying warriors died under its breath.

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

Ren didn't dare to waste time, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

He immediately opened any door to the green dragon's corpse, and shouted loudly: "Swift, you go into the dragon's lair to search for treasures, and I'll dismember the green dragon's corpse, hurry up, Zhanqing may be on his way."

"The King of Green Dragons!"

"My God, Goddess is here..."

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

Bremet jumped even more anxiously, "What treasure do you want? Green dragons are poor, and the things they collect are worthless, and this green dragon is so young, how many good things can he have? Hurry up and run!"

The soul hunters did not listen to the persuasion, and ran into the dragon's lair from the entrance as fast as possible, as if there was a dragon chasing after them.

In fact, Ren just said casually to scare everyone to hurry up.

Green dragons are not good at teleportation spells. No matter how fast the king of green dragons flies, it is difficult to rush over from the depths of the dead forest in a short time. The probability of such a thing happening is very low.

Swift didn't enter the dragon's lair, he came over and took out a silver silk bag, and said: "Your Excellency, this is a high-grade body bag, it can hold the corpse of a giant dragon, and bring it back to the empire Dismember again."

Ryan couldn't help being surprised that Swift was indeed well prepared, even taking this into consideration.

This kind of body bag is similar to the dimensional space equipment, but it can only accommodate corpses. There is an upper limit on the number and weight. Many soul hunting teams will bring a few. The advanced body bag can hold a corpse that does not exceed 500,000 pounds , it is more than enough to fit in this green dragon.

He took the silver silk bag, opened the mouth of the bag and activated it with soul power. Immediately, the huge dragon corpse was shrunk into it, but the weight of the bag did not change much.

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

They were cursing one by one, and they didn't have much in their hands, and they didn't look like they had just robbed the dragon's treasure at all.

Ren didn't bother to check, and took out the Arcane Torrent Staff to open the portal and let everyone in.

He used the remaining three portals on the staff today in one go.

Teleported one hundred and fifty miles, passed through the Ismu River Valley, and then summoned all the six fire dragons. Everyone jumped on the dragon's back and flew desperately towards the death forest.