Chapter 332 Mysterious Stone Plate

In the center of the stone "jungle", there is an almost circular stone plate.

The stone plate is full of extremely complicated inscriptions.

"Would you like to go down and take a look?"

With the Iron-jawed Goshawk's powerful eyesight, the lines on the stone plate are clearly visible.

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

Yes, this iron-jawed goshawk was transformed by the silver-eyed elf boy.

It has been decades since the last Transfiguration Rune sermon.

Simic is now a level five Druid.

Among all the friends back then, he was one of the best.

Perhaps due to his innate talent, Simic is particularly suited to the wind-type hawk-type monsters.

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

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

"Reporting to the master and the elders, I discovered a mysterious place in the misty forest."

"Come closer and take a look."

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

There is almost no trace of fog shrouding the sky above the stone jungle outside the mysterious stone plate.

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

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

If you can't put down the bowl to eat, you'll scold your mother, right?

They are just stubborn, not completely bad.

It seemed that he had no intention of paying attention to Simic at all.

Master is the honorific title given to evangelists by people like Simic who practice Druid inheritance.

Unlike Mora, who looked solemn, the elders of the Elf tribe still looked ignorant.

"Simic? How did you get in?"

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

After finishing speaking, Simic started his story again without any pause.

An eagle with a wingspan of no more than three meters fell from the sky, fluttered its feathers and transformed back into a silver-eyed boy.

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

Slowly walked into the jungle.

"Here you go! You can say it now."

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

Being unfriendly was not enough, so they licked their old faces and, like the elf boys in the tribe, activated the transformation runes and chose the druid heritage.

Decades passed, and the preacher only appeared in the tribe occasionally.

Safety comes first at all times.

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

Simic said rather painfully.

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

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

Although it is a level 5 monster, there are only a few kilograms of flesh on its body. Almost no monster will be interested in it.

"A jar of crystal honey, give it to anyone who knows?"

The larger the size, the greater the consumption, and it can easily arouse the hostility and covetousness of other monsters.

With his mind made up, Simic began to fly around the stony "jungle".

For decades, Simic, who has transformed into an eagle and soared into the sky, has become accustomed to the low temperature and hypoxic environment in high altitudes.

Including the level 5 magical beast Iron-jawed Goshawk that Simic has transformed into, they are all transformation targets carefully selected by Simic.

After saying this, Simic stood respectfully on the spot.

Kyle tribe.

"The masters have been collecting information about magical items. Perhaps this stone plate will attract their attention."

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

While muttering, Simic opened the door and walked into the tree house hall.

The Iron-jawed Goshawk is different.

If you fall into the misty forest, your life may be at risk."

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

"There is almost no fog here, but it is hidden deep in the misty forest.

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

After saying the cruel words, Simic ran towards the tree house square again.

I almost had to tear this loose robe off.

Putting on a robe, Simic began to ask around.

"Ah, I know, I know."

There were not many elves in the treehouse square at this time.

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

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

"I'm careless. I let my guard down when I returned to the tribe. They are all young, but they are all as cunning as ghosts."

About a hundred meters above the rocky jungle, Simic suddenly hit an invisible barrier.

With this thought in mind, Simic began an approaching flight, still adopting a circling approach.

Feeling greatly insulted, Simic suddenly became angry.

Even the most stubborn elf elders have become extremely friendly now.

"Okay, okay! A jar of crystal honey is yours, please let go first."

Otherwise, I wouldn't be alive now.

From the first transformation, Simic will choose the eagle monster for every level of transformation.

However, Simic was hardly affected and flew smoothly towards the direction of his tribe.

For Simic who is keen on exploring, it would be inappropriate to choose a large flying monster.

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

However, this is the depths of the misty forest.

This is the place where tribal elders make decisions on important events.

The phenomenon of thin fog itself means something is abnormal.

Round and round.

"Barrier, what do you mean?"

"Suck, tut, tut, tut—"

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

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

"Where's the master?"

Really never asked the Elf tribe to pay anything.

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

Shaking his head, which was somewhat dazed after being hit, Simic performed a cobra maneuver, and the eagle's body instantly rose to an altitude of several thousand meters.

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

Seven or eight elf kids, much smaller than Simic, were playing.

Don’t forget the well digger when you are drinking water.

"Uh-huh, it's in the treehouse lobby."

Simic also wrapped his body in a loose robe.

Simic, with a hopeless expression on his face, dragged a little elf girl hanging on his robe.

"Mi——Sha, just wait for me——"

Any invisible barrier must involve space, and the laws of space are the secrets of the universe that cannot be explored.

With the pearls and jade that change before and after Xuanlangtian, the spiritual world's god-level understanding of space surpasses all the beings in the Panlong Universe.

Even with the knowledge of being governed by rules, it is no match for an ordinary god in the spiritual world.

"Lord Qigu, a mysterious small space was discovered in the newly born material plane."
Chapter completed!