Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 121: Ruins of the Desolate God
When I got closer to this young-looking elf, I realized that his long hair, which was originally as green and full of life as a forest, had become a little gray, and his young-looking face now had some fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Elves were originally an immortal species. Every ordinary elf could live for at least hundreds or thousands of years. Elves born in the elven tribe that possessed the Tree of Life could live even longer.

This tribe not only possesses the Tree of Life, but the Tree of Life it possesses is far different from ordinary Trees of Life, and the life enhancement it brings to these elves also has an extremely amazing effect.

In addition, long-term drinking of the essence of the water of life that can increase lifespan allows this great elf elder to survive in the world for a long time that is unimaginable for those short-lived species.

Even so, this elf has already shown signs of old age, and it is impossible to guess how many years she has lived in this world.

She saw the elven druid Aya walk in, then stood up from the cushion woven from fallen leaves of the Tree of Life on the ground and asked with concern: "Aya, you're back! Did you find any good news?"

"Great Elder," the young elven druid Aya's tone was full of respect for the older elves. She put down her hands that were covering her buttocks and bowed to the older elf.

"The creatures that appeared in the Ruins of the God of Desolation were very weak. I have been observing their behavior and traces for some time and found that they are not like the minions of the God of Desolation. They have order and rationality, and are not fond of killing and chaos."

The young elven druid Aya replied.

"Don't look like the minions of the God of Wilderness? That's good, this is really good news," the old elf elder smiled and let out a long breath, and the wrinkles between his brows were smoothed out.

The God of Wilderness is a powerful being that can stand shoulder to shoulder with many gods. It is also called the Original One, or the original god.

No one knows how many wild gods there are in the world, including those high above the star realm and the gods in the kingdom of gods.

But in many legends circulating in the endless starry plane, at the beginning of the universe, hundreds of wild gods were naturally created from heaven and earth.

In the ancient times of endless years, the God of Wilderness once fought a huge war with many gods who were high above the kingdom of gods. Not only was the war across planes, but also across the crystal wall system.

Although the war eventually ended with the victory of many gods of faith, the legendary King of All Gods, the founding dragon god Io was also chopped in half by the powerful wild god, the Lord of Terror Erichas, using his terrifying axe.

According to a certain legend, Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon God, and Tiamat, the Evil Dragon God, are the first generation of dragon gods born from the body of the founding dragon god Io that was split in two. They are also the blood of the first generation of dragon gods, the pinnacle of blood revival in the dragon bloodline inheritance.

The leader of the wild gods, the Lord of Terror Erichas, was also killed by Bahamut, the North Wind Dragon King, who was born from the founding dragon god, and Tiamat, the five-colored dragon queen.

But these wild gods are enemies that only many gods can fight against, so even if they are just some unknown minions of the wild gods, this weak plane can hardly resist the natural disaster.

No wonder the older elves with countless years of cunning couldn't help but show joy when they heard the good news.

"I'm relieved if they are not the minions of the God of Wilderness. After all, no tribe in the world has produced an elven child that can be recognized by the Holy Artifact. If the minions of the God of Wilderness break through the barriers of the world and invade again, it will be difficult for us to resist those chaotic and bloodthirsty monsters!"

"It seems that they are just some outsiders who came to this world accidentally. Well, don't contact them for the time being. Continue to observe their movements and see what they want to do!"

The old elf elder sat down again, his expression returned to being calm, and his pair of dark green eyes dimmed.

"If we find that they want to step into the forbidden area, we will just let them go and let them weaken the size of those zombie monsters."

Hundreds of years ago, this plane named Green Forest by the wizard was discovered by a small group of minions of the wild gods wandering the starry sky.

At that time, the elves were still scattered in small tribes. A dozen elves could form a tribe, and they were free and dispersed.

Led by the monster leader, those minions of the Wild God tore open the plane barrier, wanting to turn the entire Green Forest plane into the Wild God's nest and transform all creatures into the Wild God's claws.

Fortunately, there was an elf with extraordinary talent at that time. He not only received the recognition of the will of the endless forest, but also the blessing of all the trees of life, and obtained the recognition of the holy artifact inherited by the elven tribe in this world.

Under the leadership of this elf, all the elves gathered together and bravely resisted the invading minions of the wild god, sacrificing countless lives.

Finally, in the final battle, the elf paid with his own life and used the handed-down holy spear to nail the leader of the Wild God's minions to death on the battlefield.

The blood of the leader of the wild gods who was nailed to death by the holy spear turned the originally lush forest into sand. Even after hundreds of years of recovery and nourishment, it is still difficult to restore its original state.

The holy spear that killed the leader of the wild gods still nails the monster's body deep in the desert, and no one can pull it out.

That tragic battlefield that has turned into a desolate land is now occupied by countless corpse monsters that have transformed from the corpses of the elves and minions of the God of Wilderness who died in the battle.

"However, I also found a strange creature," the young elven druid told her discovery with a hesitant look on her face.

"That creature seems to be in the same group as those weak monsters. Its body is covered with red scales and it has dragon horns on its head. It is not only extremely powerful but also able to use magic. It seems to be the dragonborn in the story you told us when we were little."

Having said that, the young elf Aya touched her butt unconsciously. The healed wound still seemed to cause waves of pain, as if there was some kind of power that had never been removed.

"Dragonborn? Aya, are you sure you are a Dragonborn?" The old elf elder's calm face twisted again. She stood up suddenly and asked in a lost voice.

The young elf nodded and said, "If the story you told me before is correct, then the person I met should be a dragonborn."

"This is troublesome. The appearance of the Dragonborn must mean that there is a giant dragon behind him," the old elf elder was no longer indifferent at this moment. His dim eyes began to twitch again, and he paced back and forth in this spacious tree house.

In the memory of the elf elder, thousands of years ago, when she was still young, there were giant dragons in this plane. Those big guys with green scales and crowns on their heads occupied the entire plane and treated all living beings as slaves.

The elves at that time were also living under the shadow of these terrifying creatures, and they needed to regularly pay tribute to the dragon with pure elven beauties and the water of life. The elven holy spear handed down from generation to generation was once a collection and ornament in the dragon's lair.

Many talented elven sons were turned to ashes by the dragon blood of those giant dragons, just because the dragons wanted to create their own dragon army and rule the entire plane forever.

However, for some unknown reason, thousands of years ago, the leaders of those dragons suddenly disappeared from this world, and the remaining dragons also fell apart, left this plane and went to other worlds.

Therefore, the great elder of the elves who had once lived a life of slavery was extremely shocked by the news. Although the minions of the God of Wilderness wanted to exterminate all creatures in this plane and transform the world's sky into the nest of the God of Wilderness, the dragons were not much better.

The Great Elder of the Elves still remembers that many large tribes gradually declined because they offered their people to the dragon, and many small tribes were even wiped out because of this.

In the mind of the Great Elder of the Elves, although the harm caused by the giant dragon is not as great as that caused by the minions of the God of Wilderness, it is not far behind. It can be said to be a natural disaster and dragon calamity for the entire plane.

"No, this matter should be notified to other tribes. Aya, go and call Buka and the others. Later, I will need you to deliver my letter to each tribe and ask them to come here to discuss how to deal with the dragonborn and the dragon behind it."

The Elf Elder said decisively, turned around and took out a few large leaves from the wooden frame of the tree house and engraved his message into them. This matter was no longer something their tribe could solve alone, and it might be related to the fate of the entire plane in the future.

"Yes, Great Elder." The young elf bowed, walked out of the spacious wooden house, then jumped down from the height of a giant tree, transformed into an owl in mid-air, flew down hundreds of meters, landed at the bottom of the giant tree, and then changed back into his original elf form.

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That night, Charon dragged the one-horned lizard back to the camp, but he only dug out the beast's horn and heart. The horn, as the source of the lizard's magical powers, can be regarded as a small treasure.

The heart was swallowed by Caron as a nourishing dessert.

The remaining flesh and blood were distributed to his followers, but the blood essence of the horned snake was extracted by Karon and put into the magic space pocket in his stomach for future research.

He planned to collect the bloodline of every supernatural creature he encountered. The more samples he collected, the better, so that he would have multiple samples to compare in future research.

The magic space pocket was made by giving it to the wizard Xiuser and his group using the stomach of the Titan Python he hunted last time.

Although the space is not large, only about 100 cubic meters, it is equivalent to the size of a house that is 7.4 meters long, 5 meters wide and 2.7 meters high.

A more vivid description is that it is equivalent to a one-bedroom apartment, but it is more than enough to hold some ordinary items. Although the stomach of the half-blood Titan Python is not as strong as that of the pure-blood Titan Python, the volume of the space bag is a bit small. Caron suspected that these mages secretly withheld some materials as some kind of labor fee and fire consumption.

Although the dragon's stomach also has certain spatial properties, it can accommodate other spatial magic equipment. This is a certain magical property of the dragon's body. By accommodating this magic space bag, Karon also gained certain properties of this magic equipment.

That is, his stomach storage capacity has also become slightly larger, but this feature is better than nothing in the eyes of the red dragon and is a bit useless.

After resting for a night in the camp, the chaotic engravings in Caron's mind had calmed down a lot. Perhaps he had begun to get used to the existence of these engravings. At least these chaotic and gorgeous lines could hardly affect the Red Dragon's concentration.

By the time Karon, who was used to sleeping in, stepped out of his barracks again, the squinty-eyed wizard and other mages had already set up a teleportation magic circle in the camp.

This magic circle is used for teleportation within this world. Once the mages and Charon encounter force majeure or unexpected dangers, they will use the teleportation circle to return to this camp, and then return to Ekania through the plane portal.

Karon also received a teleportation seal engraved with intricate runes. Whenever he encountered danger, he could crush the seal to activate the power of the portal and teleport him back to the camp.

Although Caron had his own means, he could not guarantee that there would be no accidents, and it was a good thing to have one more means, so he accepted the teleportation seal.

However, this treatment was only limited to Charon and several mages. The werewolf soldiers and the werewolf leader Yugu who were going to embark on the exploration journey with them did not receive the teleportation seal.

The disparity in the world will always be reflected unconsciously. Although Kallon does not want the power of his men to be damaged, he has made preparations for this.

It must be said that given enough time to prepare, these mages always have a variety of methods, just like the bat man in Caron's memory.

The famous quote about that person may also be quite appropriate for these mages, which is to never challenge a mage to a fight.

In addition to the portal, the wizards were also whispering and discussing in front of a strange magic instrument. This strange magic instrument looked like a hybrid of a globe and a compass. A long needle jumped up and down on the small ball, constantly changing direction.

"Karon, you finally woke up," the squinting-eyed mage saw Karon's figure, left the group of mages and walked over.

"How about it, Xiuser, do you have any clue about your exploration target?" Caron moved his body.

In this plane full of rich vitality and humidity, the red dragon felt that his temper had subsided a lot. The blood that used to be restless when he woke up every morning now seemed very peaceful.

The squinting-eyed wizard nodded. "We found two targets, but the directions of the two targets are completely opposite. The closest target is behind us, about a thousand miles away."

The wizard pointed his finger at the back of the camp, the barren sandy land where the jungle gradually became sparse.

Then he pointed his finger to the southeast of the camp and said, "The other target is in that direction. Although it is farther away from us, the reaction of the magic instrument is more intense, so we are a little hesitant for the time being."

Karon nodded. Although he would take the lead in certain matters, he would not interfere with the choices of these mages in matters of exploration. After all, he didn't know which choice was right and which was wrong.

As long as these mages did not propose to split up their forces to explore this amazingly wise option, he would not stop them.

In the end, these mages decided to explore the nearby locations first, and did not propose to split up the troops.

Karon nodded and asked Yugu to gather many gnoll warriors, leaving fifty warriors and other ogre soldiers to guard the camp.

The rest of the werewolf warriors put on heavy armor with the help of each other. In this humid plane, these armors were soaked with moisture after just one night. In this situation, the armors were very easy to rust.

Therefore, many gnolls who regarded their armor as a treasure specially smeared some grease on the armor. At this time, the armor appeared shiny black, and when worn by the tall gnoll barbarians, they looked quite elite and brave.

After all the warriors were ready, the werewolf spellcasters released the ravens and vultures they had brought with them and flew in the direction of exploration.

Then everyone stepped out of the camp and walked slowly behind these scouts, while hundreds of gnolls followed behind them pushing wheelbarrows carrying food and supplies for the gnoll soldiers.

The path chosen by the mages initially had sparse woods and a small number of active animals and beasts, but as the exploration team continued to advance, the environment became increasingly desolate.

After advancing twenty miles, the surrounding environment had changed from sparse jungle to a Gobi desert where only wild grass grew. The weathered sand in the soil had absorbed most of the moisture in the area.

There are rarely any signs of wild animal activities, and even the birds in the sky have disappeared. Only some digging insects and tiny lives exist under the desert sand.

However, Karon likes this environment very much. It is dry and the temperature is not as cold as in the forest. In such a place, the red dragon's ability will not be affected.

As they went deeper, the temperature began to rise, and these armored gnolls lifted up their visors to make breathing easier.

Scattered white bones began to appear in the sand. These bones were eroded by wind and sand and were broken into pieces. Many broken bones were blown up by the wind and sand, revealing more complete bones underneath.

When the team advanced fifty miles away, the bones in the sand gradually increased, and the bones buried under the sand became more complete. There were also many broken, weathered and rusted weapons, which looked like they could be broken with just a little force.

Some of the skeletons had their heads severed, which showed that they were obviously beheaded by the enemy; some had their sternum pierced through with a big hole, and many of the sternums were broken; and many of the skeletons were split in two from the waist, indicating various signs of death.

Karon, the Squinty-eyed Mage and a group of people were walking in the middle of the team. His perception was also constantly radiating. Although there was no negative energy accumulated on these scattered bones, they could all see that these bones had existed in this area for a long time.

Even if it was buried in a coffin, it would have decayed into ashes long ago. It is really unreasonable that it could have been preserved in a place that is more susceptible to weathering.

As a result, everyone started to be cautious, but no one was afraid to retreat.

Not to mention the abilities of these high-level wizards, just for Karon himself, even if these bones were transformed into undead creatures, they would be no more resistant to burning than some dry wood under the flames of the red dragon.

Even the armor of those gnolls was like iron cans that these bones could not chew. Only the weak kobold soldiers could be the opponents of these bones. However, before the defeat of Charon, these kobolds were always braver than any dragon's followers.

In the end, before it got dark, the exploration team did not encounter any emergencies.

Kalon chose a sand dune in the Gobi Desert as his camp for the night. He asked all the kobolds to surround the camp with wheelbarrows carrying baggage and food as the outermost defense.

Then he activated his own abilities, turned out all the bones under the chosen camp, and burned them to ashes with a breath of dragon breath.

Then he used the power of the earth to tamp the ground of the entire camp firmly to ensure that no bones could come out from under the camp. Only then did he stop.

Seeing that Lian Karon was so cautious, the other mages also set up magical alerts and took out magic gems from their magic rings. They set up a defensive magic circle around the camp, making the entire camp like an iron barrel.

Karon nodded with satisfaction. These wealthy mages didn't care about this consumption at all. It was also showing their attitude. They didn't want Karon's subordinates to be harmed easily.

After arranging guards to take turns on night duty, these people rested peacefully, and the werewolf soldiers wearing heavy iron armor fell asleep immediately.

Caron also leaned against the compacted sand dune, closed his eyes, and silently gathered his strength.

On the sand dune with a high sentry post, the kobold soldier on guard was scanning the area around the camp meticulously. The bright moon in the sky allowed the kobolds, who already had some night vision ability, to see farther and more clearly.

Fortunately, nothing happened in the first half of the night.

As the night deepened, the bright moon in the sky was gradually obscured by dark clouds, and the chill of the night spread across the entire earth.

Suddenly, in the endless wasteland of sand, white bone claws broke out from the ground.

(End of this chapter)