The epic story of green monsters

Because he needed to install the divine seal, Allen asked the adventurers of the Ring of Thorns to disperse into small groups and head south first, heading to the edge of the misty forest to wait.

By the time Allen settled the matter, the dragon Figueras came to visit again.

"Aren't you going to explore the maze ruins yourself this time??"

Figueras seems to be more interested in exploring the labyrinth than Allen. For this matter, even the dragon's habits have changed, and it has not slept peacefully for a long time in the past few decades.

But if you think about it, you can understand that the dragon's long lifespan has always made them have a weak attitude towards life and life. Every time they wake up from their slumber, in order to kill the boring life, they always want to find something exciting to do to add fun.

Since the giant dragon Figueras fell in love with Allen, the God of Cookery, he has long ignored his method of slowly accumulating strength and improving himself through sleep. If he has the time to sleep, he might as well collect some. He asked Allen to help him make a delicious meal with the ingredients, and the effect would be worth sleeping for hundreds of years.

"I was about to go to the snowy mountains to find you, but you came here first!!"

The training ground was empty, except for Allen, who was dancing the Bonecutter alone, performing boring and simple basic swordsmanship exercises, and tirelessly raising his sword to cut into the void.

Even when he reached the saint level, Allen never gave up on tempering and polishing his skills and tactics. The Bugbear, who has been hailed as a genius for thousands of years by outsiders, is actually a step-by-step, practical sweat and blood behind him. It poured out the tyrannical strength that is now the best in the wilderness.

The black dragon scale armor on his body has a new look thanks to the precious materials stored in the drow matron's warehouse. Not only that, the overall defense has been improved. The passive effect of the special effect 'Dragon Power' has been strengthened by more than twice, and the active activation duration has been increased by more than 20%. Double, it can be activated once every ten days, and it is only one step away from being able to reach the bottom of the semi-artifacts. Although it is somewhat shabby when worn by Alan, a saint, the scale armor's own attributes and special effects fit Alan's own fighting style, and its effectiveness far exceeds that of ordinary semi-artifacts.

Not to mention that this scale armor has been with him for no longer than the Bonecutter in his hand. Like the Bonecutter, it has been integrated with Allen's breath. If it can become a semi-artifact in the future, the cost of its use will be almost equal to Allen's. None, it is far more cost-effective and beneficial than replacing other semi-artifacts.

There is also a jade thumb ring on the left thumb, which can cast dimensional anchor magic three times a day. When facing assassins personally or chasing fleeing spellcasters, it is more concealed and sudden, making Allen face a difficult situation. He gained a little more confidence when facing his opponents, making up for his own shortcomings.

Originally, he never wore any other jewelry except necklaces, but this time Allen had two piercings in the earlobes of his pointed, furry ears and hung up a pair of earrings made of jet black jewelry. This pair of earrings can use the 'Cyclops Power' three times a day. Although the blessing effect is not as good as Allen's own rage skill and dragon power, and it cannot be superimposed with these two skills, it can at least give Allen a few more points. Tactical preparation.

Moreover……

In terms of the character of Allen, a saint-level being, he does not pursue the behavior of improving his strength through external objects. Therefore, in addition to the bone cutter in his hand and the black dragon scale armor on his body, other props have basically been used over the years. They are all trophies exchanged in previous battles.

And if the characteristics of these trophies do not meet Allen's fighting style, he would rather give them to the clan's treasury than take them with him to recharge. Therefore, it was not until now that he killed three saints and one demigod in a great battle, and made a fortune, that he finally replaced all his equipment.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to practice now, Allen is also constantly making different magic syllables to become familiar with the effects of the equipment he replaces so that he can use it more skillfully in battle.

"I originally planned to leave in two days, but since you are here, how about we leave tomorrow?"

With a wave of his hand, all kinds of magic formed by magic that were lingering around him disappeared quietly. Allen looked up and asked.

"I can do it, after all, you are the employer!!"

There was a bit of cleverness in Figueras' words, reminding Allen of the reward he had promised him.

"Okay, that's it."

Allen didn't take it seriously. The other party wanted something from him, and this kind of behavior was more reassuring.

To stay one more night, Allen actually doesn't need to make too many other preparations. The materials and equipment on his body have never been as abundant as now. When it gets dark the next day, Allen, Albad and Mood who are accompanying him After a few unhappy words, Cole and the dragon Figueras rose from the ground and disappeared into the distant sky.

More than half a month later, at the northwest edge of the misty forest, two figures ran wildly on the ground, dragging up two long, sparse dragons of smoke.

After approaching the edge of the mist-shrouded forest, the two figures stopped. It was Allen and Figueras, two strong men who came from the north to the mist forest. Allen took out a magic beacon from the dimensional bag. After checking the direction displayed on the beacon, he pointed to the right and said, "Go this way."

Immediately, the two figures disappeared into the vast mist as quickly as they came. I revisited my old place, but Alan, the saint, didn't seem to have many thoughts. Even the surrounding scenes were so strange, without any feeling of familiarity at all. But today, Allen is no longer like the last adventure, scurrying around like a headless fly in the fog.

With the exquisite magic artifacts in their hands as assistance, and the huge mental and domain power support, it didn't take long for Allen and Figueras to join the team from the north.

"Clan leader!!"

"Your Mightiness!!!"

The number of members of the Ring of Thorns team who came to explore the labyrinth ruins this time exceeded 500. Except for the drow and the Urok tribe, whose news was deliberately blocked, the other tribes all sent white-sized teams to participate in this expedition. Come in action.

Because Allen, the saint leader, personally led the team, the other tribes did not send out strong men from each tribe, but many descendants of important families from each tribe were stuffed in. After all, not everyone has the opportunity to show their face in front of Alan, a saint-level being, and show off their talents.

If during this period of adventure, Allen could take a fancy to the children of the clan and teach them their techniques and tactics personally, even if he just asked about their origins and names, it would be worthwhile.

When Allen and the others found this group of people through the beacon, these guys had already gained a lot in this misty forest. Even high-level Warcraft allowed them to kill three, not to mention various other precious things in the forest. of magic plants and medicinal materials.

However, more monsters in the forest have already entered the depths of the maze through some secret means. The quantity and quality of the monsters left in the forest are not many, so the team that arrived in the north early picked them up. Cheap.

At the same time, the fog that shrouded the forest also became thinner. As the energy of the mysterious lock gradually disappeared, the magical power in the fog that confused people and disoriented them also weakened. This made it appear that the foggy forest, one of the five Jedi in the wilderness, has no reputation. The rumors are so exaggerated.

"Isn't it said that there is a giant dragon living in this forest? Are you familiar with him?"

After reuniting with the team members, Allen didn't have much to do. It was still less than half a month before the formation of the Five Stars in the Star God Constellation. During this time, it was impossible for Allen to go and compete with the group below. Let the brats come to hang out and snatch their spoils.

Therefore, the two strong men stayed comfortably in the camp where the team was placed, enjoying a beautiful life with clothes on their hands and food on their hands every day.

In his spare time, Allen would also chat with the giant dragon, quietly making insinuations to see if he could get any secrets from the dragon. Compared with the history and secrets recorded in the long inheritance of the Dragon Clan, the Green Field Tribe’s accumulation in this area is still too little.

"That's just a monster with the name of my dragon clan. How can a mere monster with some white dragon blood have the right to be called a giant dragon!!"

Figueras had contempt and disdain in his eyes: "If I encounter that monster, I will tear its body into pieces with my own hands to avoid tarnishing the reputation of my dragon clan!!"

Allen was slightly surprised. How could it be said that the giant dragon in this misty forest has survived for a long time? According to the intelligence, it should be an adult dragon that has gone through the difficulty of shedding its scales. Its strength has definitely reached the peak of legend. Such a powerful dragon was not recognized by Figueras, who was also of dragon blood, which really puzzled Allen.

But thinking about the ethnic branch of the dragon itself, and the information revealed in Figueras' words just now, Allen soon felt relieved.

The White Dragon is the lowest and weakest among the major branches of the Dragon Clan. He was almost expelled from the Dragon Clan just because the White Dragon's physique is far different from that of other giant dragon branches, and in his childhood he was able to It hunts like a wild beast and has no intelligence. It is not until the ancient memories passed down by its bloodline are slowly stimulated through previous fights and growth that it becomes a normal dragon.

And this giant dragon living in the misty forest is a hybrid that is the result of crossbreeding between the white dragon branch and other magical beasts. Although it has inherited the external shape and memory of the white dragon branch, it has roots like Figueras. From the perspective of the powerful dragonborn who is Zheng Miaohong, this guy is not qualified to compare with him.

"Okay, then if I really encounter this giant dragon next, I won't be polite to it!!"

"Hmph!! If you want to kill it, I have to take action, but it won't happen without you!!"

"It doesn't matter if I don't take action, but its flesh and blood can be divided into half of mine..."

"No, the dignity of the Dragon Clan cannot be trampled on..."