Bloodhoofed Pansaurus

Chapter 332 Mysterious Stone Plate
In the center of the stone "forest", there is a nearly circular stone plate.

The stone plate is full of incomparably complicated inscriptions.

"Do you want to go down and have a look?"

With the powerful eyesight of the iron-jawed goshawk, the lines on the stone plate can be clearly seen.

But if he hadn't been touched, the stony jungle wouldn't have caught his attention at all.

That's right, this iron-jawed goshawk was transformed by the silver-eyed elf boy.

Decades have passed since the last sermon on the Transformation Rune.

Simic is now a level five druid.

Among the group of little friends back then, that was also one of the best.

It may be an innate talent, Simic is especially suitable for the wind-type eagle monsters.

From the first transformation at the beginning, Simic would choose the eagle monster for the transformation quota of each level.

Including Simic's current transformation into a fifth-level monster, the Iron Jaw Goshawk, are all carefully selected by Simic for transformation.

Speed, compactness, and fierceness are the criteria for Simic to choose to transform into an eagle-like monster.

It is not suitable for Simic, who is keen on exploring, to choose a large flying monster.

A large body consumes a lot, and it is easy to cause hostility and coveting from other monsters.

Iron-jawed goshawks are different.

Even though it was a level five monster, it didn't have a few catties of flesh all over its body.Almost no World of Warcraft will be interested in it.

"The masters have been collecting information about magical items, perhaps this stone disk will attract their attention."

Master is the respectful title given to those evangelists by the elves who practice the Druid inheritance like Simic.

Over the decades, the preacher appeared in the tribe except occasionally.

Really never asked the Elven tribe to pay anything.

Even the most stubborn Elf Elder has become extremely friendly now.

It's not good to be unfriendly, they licked their old faces, and like the young elves in the tribe, they activated the transformation rune and chose the druid inheritance.

The digger does not forget to dig the well.

You can't serve a bowl to eat, but put down the bowl and scold your mother, right?
They're just stubborn, not outright bad.

Having made up his mind, Simic began to fly around the stone "jungle".

Circle after circle.

Simic, who is naturally obsessed with exploring the unknown, is actually a cautious elf.

Otherwise, we would not be able to live at all.

"Without monsters, even the fog becomes very thin."

Over the stony forest outside the mysterious stone plate, there is hardly a shroud of fog.

However, this is the depths of the foggy forest.

The thinning of the fog itself means that it is not normal.

"Come closer and take a look."

Thinking of this, Simic began to approach the flight, still adopting the way of circle.

Always put safety first.

About [-] meters above the stone forest, Simic suddenly bumped into an invisible barrier.

The air reflected in Simic Eagle's pupils became extremely distorted.

"Fortunately, I didn't swoop down directly. Otherwise, wouldn't I be knocked out here?

If it fell into the foggy forest force, I'm afraid my life would be lost. "

Simic, who failed to achieve his goal, was not disappointed at all.

This completely explains why there are no monsters here. With this barrier, ordinary monsters will definitely not be able to enter.

"No, I have to go back and report the situation here to Grandmaster."

Shaking his drowsy head after being hit, Simic maneuvered with a cobra, and the eagle's body was instantly lifted to a height of several thousand meters.

The bitter cold wind and the suffocating feeling of lack of oxygen came suddenly.

However, Simic was almost unaffected, and flew steadily to the direction of his tribe.

For decades, Simic, who soared into the sky in the form of a falcon, has become accustomed to the low temperature and hypoxic environment in the high altitude.

Kyle Tribe.

In front of the huge tree house, there is a small square of hundreds of square meters, which is regarded as the gathering place where the Kyle tribe usually holds tribal meetings.

A falcon with a wingspan of no more than three meters descended from the sky, shaking its feathers and turning back into a boy with silver eyes.

It was Simic who rushed back from the depths of the foggy forest.

"Where's the master?"

Putting on a robe casually, Simic started asking around.

At this time, there were not many elves in the tree house square.

Seven or eight little elves, much younger than Simic, were playing.

It seems that there is no intention to talk to Simic at all.

"A jar of crystal honey, whoever knows?"

"Ah, I know I know."

A little elf boy with particularly big eyes flew to Simic and grabbed the robe he had just put on.

Almost tore the baggy robe off.

"All right, all right! A jar of crystal honey is yours, let go first."

Simic also wrapped himself tightly in the loose robes that wrapped him around his body.

"No, don't try to lie to me, give me crystal honey first."

Looking at this cute little elf girl, Simic felt extremely speechless.

"Okay, come with me to my tree house and give it to you."

Simic, who had a loveless expression on his face, dragged a little elf girl hanging on his robe.

Slowly walked into the jungle.

"Give it to you! Let's talk now."

Simic said rather painfully.

"Suck, tsk tsk—"

The little elf girl has already started licking the crystal honey.

"Oh, it's in the tree house hall."

After saying this, the little elf girl turned around and ran away.

"Mi-Sha, you wait for me--"

Simic, who felt greatly insulted, suddenly became angry.

"Don't fall into my hands, otherwise, I will smash your ass."

After speaking harshly, Simic ran towards the tree house square again.

"Careless. When I returned to the tribe, I let down my vigilance. Everyone is young, but they are all treacherous like ghosts."

Whispering, Simic pushed the door and stepped into the hall of the tree house.

"Simic? How did you get in?"

Several elders in the tribe, as well as Master Mora, looked at Simic at the same time.

Although Simic is a genius of the younger generation of the Kyle elf tribe, he is not yet qualified to enter and leave the treehouse hall at will.

This is the place where the tribal elders make decisions about major events.

"Tell the master and all the elders that I found a mysterious place in the misty forest."

After finishing speaking, Simic didn't pause at all, and started his narration again.

"There is almost no trace of fog here, but it is hidden in the depths of the foggy forest.

The most important thing is that there is an invisible barrier above this area, and I can't get in at all. "

After saying this, Simic stood respectfully on the spot.

"Barrier, what do you mean?"

Unlike Mora's dignified expression, the elders of the elf tribe still looked ignorant.

But all invisible barriers must involve space, and the law of space is a secret that cannot be explored in this universe.

With Xuanlangtian's changing pearls and jades in front, the understanding of space at the level of a god in the spirit world surpasses all life in the Panlong universe.

Even the knowledge ruled by rules is no match for an ordinary god in the spirit world.

"Master Qigu, a mysterious small space has been discovered in the newly born material plane."

(End of this chapter)