Chapter 361

"Major magic research?" Ren's mind was shocked.

Holy soul wizards have already stood at the pinnacle of mortal spellcasters, and any one of them has countless magical knowledge. In their eyes, magic research that can be regarded as important must have unimaginable power for ordinary people.

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

Ren is also in frequent contact with the Holy Soul Wizard, and the teacher often does some magic research, but it usually only takes a few days or a few weeks, and it is rare for more than half a year, let alone ten years.

"What is Duke Redstone studying?"

Ren was very curious.

He looked back through the diary and confirmed the date when the Duke of Redstone started his magic research. It was just a few days after Phyllis returned to Pallas Floating City from Longshande.

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

Ren pondered for a moment, and had a rough guess in his mind: "It seems that the Duke of Redstone's goal in Longshande should have been achieved, and he may have obtained some key items, so he returned to Pallas and started doing magic research."

"It's very likely that this research will not see the light of day."

"Otherwise, with the arrogance of the Duke of Redstone, he will never restrain Phyllis from provoking other holy soul wizards."

Renn has not formally contacted the Duke of Redstone, but he heard from the teacher that the character of the first genius in human history is extremely self-confident, and he will take revenge. He hardly pays attention to people other than the Holy Soul Wizard. Wizards sometimes taunt in person.

"Forget it, it's none of my business."

"As long as the Duke of Redstone doesn't find me."

Ren stopped worrying, threw Felice's diary back into the ring, and counted other items.

After the wind rider crossed the Stano Mountains, he flew all the way to the northeast. During the landing, he rested several times to recover his strength. Half a day later, he was close to the deep mud swamp.

Ren felt it. The steel ring he handed to Emily had remained in one position for the past few days, and he couldn't help but wonder if something went wrong.

After calculating the distance, the Emily line is at 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 appearing on the horizon, with no end in sight.

"Go down."

Ren patted the Wyvern who was sitting down, landed on a piece of frozen soil, jumped to the ground, turned around and said, "Good luck, goodbye."

The Wind Rider reluctantly rubbed his head against him, and finally took off to leave.

In all fairness, the Wind Rider is a very good mount with a high value, and Ren wants to keep it, but the hidden danger is too great.

The reason why he chose the wind rider was because the wind rider often appeared in front of the world as the mount of a powerful orc.

The orc tribe has a very famous army called "Woril Guard", which is independent from the clan and only loyal to the chief of the tribe. The members of the Woril Guards are all elite orc warriors selected from a hundred. They have a complete set of methods to tame the Wind Rider, which are never disclosed.

People will think of orcs when they see the windrider mount.

If Ren appeared in front of others on the appearance of a human being riding a wind rider, it would inevitably attract attention. If it spread to the prairie, it would probably be associated with Broxka.

Ren did not cancel the domestication relationship of the Wind Rider, and its status can still be seen on the phone interface.

If Pallas Floating Void City finds it, he can predict it in advance.

He was still dressed as a human ranger, wearing leather armor and a sword hanging from his waist. He took out the arcane torrent staff after making sure that no one was around, and opened a portal.

Coming out of the portal, there is a wilderness around.

This is not far from Emily's position, Ren walked for a while to find a way, and was suddenly a little surprised.

The deep mud swamp is located in the easternmost part of the orc tribe. It is very remote and the environment is harsh. Even with the resilience of the orcs, it is difficult to settle down for a long time. There are only a few small tribes, and it is reasonable to say that not many people will pass by. However, on the road in front of me, there are many dense footprints, including beastmen and humans, as well as horseshoe prints and traces of various monster mounts. Obviously, they were left not long ago, and they will not exceed ten days at most. .

Ren looked in the direction where the footprints extended, which was the deep mud swamp.

"Did something happen?"

He muttered, and started to run at a low speed on the road. He heard a sound of horseshoes behind him not long after he ran. Looking back, he saw a group of cavalry galloping towards him on tall war horses.

Ren stopped and retreated to the side of the road.

There are more than a dozen cavalry in this team, all of them are human superhumans, most of them are iron guards wearing enchanted armor, everyone looks travel-stained, as if they have been driving for several days in a row. When they saw Ren on the side of the road, they all looked vigilant, and slowed down to approach from a distance.

The leading cavalry captain pulled up his helmet and visor, revealing the face of a weather-beaten middle-aged man. The eyes of his soul showed that he was a high-level iron guard, and his strength was quite impressive.

He steered the horse to a stop a dozen steps away.

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

Ren heard Emily 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, it is best to ask a guide from their tribe.

Judging from the position of the ring, Emilys should be in the Icethorn clan.

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

"Okay, thank you!" The cavalry captain showed joy, and after thanking him, he waved his hand and continued on the road with his teammates.

Ren looked at their backs, and the voice of all things heard a few words of dialogue.

"Captain, what is the origin of this guy? He dared to run into the deep mud swamp alone, he really didn't know what to do."

"Why do you care so much?"

The cavalry captain reprimanded: "Take care of our own affairs, I hope there will be time, otherwise this trip will be in vain."

The sound faded away, and Ren didn't hear any more useful information.

Still, he saw something.

This group of cavalry came from the Knights of Britannia, a kingdom located between the empire and the orc tribes. They believed in the fairies of the lake and valued virtue, courage and glory. From the royal family to the common people and peasants, knights were regarded as their heroes. Rong, the king is honored as the Knight King.

There are three major knight orders in Brantania, and they share a common creed: Glory is my life!

The knight order is strictly hierarchical, and every knight is a nobleman.

The group of people who passed by just now are just cavalry, not knights. You can also tell by the armor they wear. They don't wear coats of arms or epaulettes. They have nothing to do with the three major knight orders. They can only be called wandering knights or mercenaries at best. , only civilians in Brantania.

Ren continued to run with doubts.

Soon after, a tribe built on the hillside appeared in front of them, surrounded by wooden fences, and the houses inside were made of stones and logs, with a population of only 2,000 at most, barely considered a city.

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

"what's the situation?"

Ren was greatly astonished. He glanced around and found at least dozens of tents, teams of mercenaries, wandering knights, superhumans, and even adventurers of other races, gathering in twos and threes, or resting, Or discuss and chat, it is simply a vegetable market.

The team of wandering knights I met on the road just now joined them and are camping.

This is completely different from the remote tribe he expected.

A group of people in these tents caught Ryan's attention. They were knights in exquisite armor, with swords on their waists, straight waists when walking, and a dignified temperament. A red rose was engraved on the chest of the armor, which was very conspicuous. .

They owned more than a dozen tents, lined up neatly together, and a simple stable was built with cloth next to it, and there were handsome white war horses carefully cared for by several grooms.

Ren recognized them at a glance. They were from the "Rose Knights", one of the three major knight orders in Britania, and they were all real knights.

"The rose knight dared to enter the territory of the tribe and ran to the deep mud swamp."

Ren muttered to himself.

Although the relationship between Britannia and the orc tribe is not a deadly enemy, but there are frictions from time to time, it is definitely not a friendly neighbor.

The Rose Knight must have taken a great risk in breaking into the orc tribe.

Ren's arrival did not attract many people's attention. There are not a few single-handed adventurers like him. He found Emily with a little induction.

Go through several tents and see Galaderos on the outskirts of the camp.

This red copper dragon was chatting enthusiastically with a few mercenaries, and burst into laughter from time to time. His eyes swept over Ren, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Lei... you are finally here!"

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

Galaderos dispersed the mercenaries, approached Ren, and said with a smile, "We have been waiting for you for several days. Emily has been worrying about you, so I knew you would be fine."

"Well, I kept you waiting for a long time." Ren nodded.

The two walked into a tent, and immediately saw Emilys and Syndara, one sitting on a blanket and scribbling, at a glance, it seemed to be Congatro's battle map, and the Frost Sea Dragon was lying on the ground. Sleeping soundly with a blanket in the corner.

"Rain!"

Emily put away the pen and paper, and greeted her happily.

Ren gently put his arms around her shoulders, "How are you doing?" Emily couldn't help asking.

"It went well." Ren replied with a smile: "In a few days, you will hear the news." He didn't elaborate, but asked instead: "Why didn't you go into the swamp to search for the dragon? What's going on here , why so many people? What are they here for?"

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

"It's a long story." Emily replied with a complex expression on her face, "They came here to find the dragon just like me."