Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 376 Good News

"Uh, isn't this flying posture a bit off?"

"That's good, at least you're flying fast. Several predators behind you have already been put at a distance."

In the current environment, speed may be the lifeline, and Rean really has no room for complaint.

"Really? But whose flying man flies with his feet forward?" Feeling the whistling wind, Rean was indeed a little conflicted.

Rean's complaint was so subtle that even the god had to struggle to suppress his laughter.

At this moment, Rean was lying in the sky, flying backwards with his feet pointing forward. This was not because he had any strange fetish.

It was simply because he was actually being dragged along by several giant birds, and this lying-down posture could minimize wind resistance, with his only free hands still holding that unfortunate girl.

"What if your main body can't fly as fast as your clone? Let the clone drag you along."

Rean's clone feathers are a racial ability derived from the "eagle," and their speed goes without saying.

As for himself, relying on the gliding of the dragon wings, he can only be considered a skilled worker, and he can fly for a few minutes without making a mistake.

Normally, the small birds he separated, about the size of a palm, were good enough at scouting.

But in the current environment, black hawks have become so powerful that they can grab living people and fly away.

Even though its weight was a bit excessive, with its outstretched wings and "Blackbird engines" on the left, right, front, and back, it inexplicably became a "fighter jet" that flew forward with its feet pointing forward.

"arrive!"

Although the eagle's movements were subtle, its speed was indeed fast enough that Rean quickly sensed the location of the temporary convoy.

But the next moment, he flew too far; controlling it was far too difficult.

"Wait, how do we land in this position?"

Soon, Rean realized he didn't need to think about it anymore.

"Boom!"

He was like a salted fish that had just jumped out of the water, only to find himself landing on the ground, with no choice but to fall back down.

"Boom!" The long ditch was the mark of his rapid descent.

The heel brake seems to have worked, but the boots will probably need major repairs.

Rean landed in a slightly disheveled manner, but his outstretched hands caught the unfortunate girl.

"When I have time, I must study a more stable way of high-speed flight." Perhaps it's a good thing that this posture wasn't exposed to his companions.

He found his way and quickly caught up with the temporary convoy.

Rean's return did not cause much of a stir.

The makeshift team is still moving quickly. The others are working hard to clear the way and avoid risks, and the beast wagons loaded with the druids' belongings still need special protection.

"Find a maid to take care of her."

Rean tossed the girl to Suliman's servants, too lazy to clean her up, and went straight to the front lines. Well, it was definitely because the front lines desperately needed people, not because he hadn't figured out how to explain things to Suliman yet.

"It seems like things are alright."

With the wings of an eagle, Rean's round trip didn't take much time, but the makeshift convoy was doing relatively well so far, at least avoiding several nearby firestorms and thunderstorms.

Was this a coincidence? The journey was much smoother than expected; we didn't even encounter any fleeing, rampaging herds of beasts.

"They are druids, the maintainers of the world. You can think of them as the maintenance workers of the mainframe, the gardeners of the garden. The earth is very tolerant of them, and at this time of ley line rampage, it will try its best to keep the disaster away from them."

Fisterion saw it clearly; in His view, those archmages, in a sense, had shielded the druids from disaster.

As long as druids consistently serve the survival of the world and the natural cycle, they possess an almost unbelievable amount of luck—like saints in folklore, where fruit falls from trees when they're hungry and small animals lead them to streams when they're thirsty. This is the kind of benefit most druids enjoy. Under normal circumstances, they will never starve in nature, nor do they need to worry about disease, insect swarms, or wild beasts. This is the source of their confidence in rejecting "civilization."

"How's it going?"

Kolluna's voice exploded in mid-air like thunder, and even in such an environment, she found it difficult to control her tone.

When Rean went out, he did so under the guise of reconnaissance, which is why no one else found it strange that he returned with his men.

"The sapphire dragon has clashed with a group of archmages from the Mage Kingdom. The archmages are now unable to cast spells normally and are being targeted by the sapphire dragon."

"Let's hope they can hold on a little longer."

Kolluna was also quite pragmatic; when many spells were unusable, fighting to the death with a giant dragon seemed like a foolish thing to do.

Kolluna hoped that the mages could hold out a little longer, and that her side could escape the area.

"No, that dragon won't forget the conditions for victory."

How could loyal players of "Wargames" forget the victory conditions of hunting down a druid team?

As long as the druid is still on his way out, the dragon will come looking for him sooner or later. Perhaps the moment he is about to escape will be the most suitable ambush point.

"Boom!"

Another mushroom cloud slowly rose, revealing the sorrow of the great mages being trapped in an environment where they could not cast spells.

Normally, a single archmage in this team would be enough to deal with that dragon, but now they can only use their companions' lives to buy time.

Rean sensed the shockwave from the explosion and the distance; it wasn't too far.

Let's continue.

But their good luck seemed to be coming to an end soon. When a group of calf-sized ghost cats and ghostly creatures appeared before them, everyone was a little stunned.

Even in nature's most enchanting realm, these dark, ghostly creatures seem a bit far-fetched.
"Destroy evil!"

Unlike the druids who are forced into melee combat and unable to use high-level divine spells with peace of mind, this kind of opponent is actually the easiest for Rean to deal with.

The ghostly figures and the graveyard cat were cleared away in less than a few minutes, but Rean remained silent as he looked at the cat's corpse on the ground.

"These things only cause disturbances in the cemetery, disrupting the earth's veins and subterranean fire, and bringing up some troublesome things."

Undead? Or even more troublesome ancient species? Rean really didn't want to encounter anything that made its home in the graveyard.
"Could it be that old acquaintance? The one we ran into last time, we still haven't dealt with it."

To this day, the legend of the "clever ogre king" and his "talking hat" continues. They robbed people for tolls, but it wasn't worth fighting to the death with a lich of the ninth rank or higher for a few gold coins.

If one were to encounter an ancient lich in such an environment, the spells it might cast and what might happen under such conditions, only God knows.

"Go, expand the reconnaissance area."

Rean summoned the hawks again and expanded the reconnaissance range with the current location as the core.

The dead, upon sensing the presence of the living, will naturally come. Considering the relatively short duration of the ley line fluctuations, if an underground tomb has indeed been unearthed, the distance should not be far.

As events unfolded, Rean's judgment was proven correct.

He paused for a moment before speaking.

"Found them three kilometers away—one good news, one bad news."

"Well, the good news is..."

"There were no liches, nor an army of the undead, and the tomb wasn't very big."

That's certainly good news, but the bad news is...
"There's a bone dragon, and it's coming straight for us."

(End of this chapter)