Suddenly the front opened up, Ziegler looked up into the distance, turned his head to see that there was already a grassland in the distance, and then he realized that he had walked out of the Black Forest.

But then, frowning again, he flipped through the notebook he had with him, and flipped through it from back to front, and after only three pages, he found his notes.

Taking out a pen and inkwell, the red dragon sat on the floor, spread out his notebook on his lap, and wrote: "On the morning of May 3, I came to the border between the Black Forest and the Mason steppe, but I was not aware of it. The concentration of magic here has not changed much compared to the Black Forest, and due to the influence of the divine power left by the Elven God of War, this savannah has not become a forest, but it has also become a part of the Black Forest!"

When he had finished, he closed the notebook, put away the pen and inkwell, and walked with the puppet girl who looked a little sullen.

The snacks in the storage bag were already finished, and he didn't pay attention to the time, and as soon as he didn't pay attention, Rena finished her snacks.

Although in the Black Forest, she consumes the same amount of energy as she absorbs, but life in Winder City seems to have made her accustomed to snacking, or rather, she actually has a sense of taste, and she can feel full when she eats.

She's not just a puppet, the Arcane Empire is trying to create a new life, one that doesn't belong to humans, but also doesn't belong to machines.

If he had the chance, he would take the puppet girl on a trip to the mechanical realm, and although it was a bit troublesome for the red dragon of the chaotic camp to face those absolutely orderly mechanical beings, he was eager to know what would happen to those metal bumps after seeing Rena.

There's still some things he wants to know, but he doesn't need to go deep into the Black Forest, just on the edge.

Despite some displeasure, the puppet girl still pulled the hem of the current master's clothes and followed him step by step, her indifferent gaze swept over the surrounding trees and insects, and a rustling and chaotic sound came to her ears.

The insects fled into the distance, and the trees seemed to tremble in fear, and the wind from the grassland behind them swept over the tops of their trees.

Ziegler also stopped, closed his eyes and listened.

The wind elemental danced in the sky, and the sound of jingling bells was faintly heard in his ears, which made Ziegler look back in surprise.

Of course, I couldn't see anything, and behind me there was only the grassland in the distance, except for the trees.

The red dragon's gaze passed through the gap between the trees and landed on the grassland, I don't know if it was his delusion, he seemed to have heard the sound of the wind djinn coming.

Those noble races that belong to the Sky Domain have great power, and the nobles among them have the ability to fulfill the wishes of others, and the [Wishing Technique] is a spell that summons the nobles of the Wind Djinn to fulfill their wishes.

They don't usually come to the main material plane unless they are summoned by someone, but who would summon the Wind Djinn in this deserted place?

"Rena, did you hear that?" Ziegler asked softly, looking down.

The puppet girl nodded obediently, and now the red dragon could confirm that she was not hallucinating.

Leaving his original purpose behind, he planned to go to the grassland to have a look, he wanted to know if someone had summoned the Wind Djinn there, and if not, he wanted to understand why the Wind Dread had come to the main material plane and descended in this world.

Ziegler bent down to pick up the petite puppet girl, and two dragon wings spread behind him, activating the blood veins in his body, and the magic in the blood caused the red scales to extend from the base of the wings to all parts of the body, but soon faded away.

With a wave of its wings, the red dragon soared into the air and flew towards the grassland in the distance.

The intelligent and calm red dragon flew high into the sky, if there were people in that grassland, then they should be on the ground, he could spy on them, if it was the Wind Djinn who came to this world alone, then it should be high in the sky now.

Feeling the subtle touch of the wind high in the air across his skin, Ziegler's eyes narrowed slightly.

He didn't know where the Wind Djinn was, and he hadn't been able to catch the source of the sound just now, but it should have been around here, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hear it.

The dragon's five senses are indeed powerful, but there is a limit to that.

The puppet girl's pupils are like felines, which allows her to adjust her eyesight according to her needs, and the dragon's eyesight is even more extraordinary than that of a falcon.

The eyes of the two of them kept sweeping over the ground, like a gust of fresh wind blowing on the grassland, and almost every inch of the ground would be caught in their eyes.

"Found it. The puppet girl made a rare clear voice and pointed to the ground.

The red dragon's eyes narrowed, and he followed her fingers, and his body just hovered in the air, which was not difficult for a legendary mage.

As he had guessed, someone had summoned the Wind Djinn here, and it wasn't just one or two, it was a team.

This is the uninhabited Mason Prairie, the place where the elven god of war has fallen.

In the early days of the war, the gods didn't think the Arcane Empire was too difficult to deal with, so they also counted their enemies when they went to war with the Arcane Empire.

Most of those who can become enemies of a god are also gods, just like this elven god of war who left only one name, he was assassinated to death by his own people, and died with a floating city before he died, leaving not half a corpse.

The elven gods, like the human gods, were fond of intriguing, because at that time the elves and humans were the two most powerful races on the continent.

The weaker races will huddle together for warmth, but humans and elves will not, just because they are strong enough.

In the later wars, the elven gods died and were wounded, which led to the weakening of the elven race later.

But now is not the time to discuss this, Ziegler feels like he's hit the ground running!

"Oh, Rena, who do you think they are?"

Ziegler smiled playfully, knowingly asking.

So the puppet girl glanced at him indifferently, and did not answer her master's mentally retarded question.

The red dragon didn't feel embarrassed, he smacked his lips and said to himself, "The Dragon Hunter Order, or is it the All-Seeing Eye? Anyway, no one other than them would be bored to come here, and they have summoned a wind djinn here." ”

Accustomed to his little maid not answering his own questions and rarely chatting with him, Ziegler mastered the art of asking and answering questions early on.

Ziegler was high in the air, and the dragon's hearing was limited, and it was impossible for him to hear what the people below were saying at this distance, and it was a stroke of luck to see what the expressions on their faces were.

Apart from the two organizations mentioned earlier, Ziegler doesn't think anyone else would be here at such a time.

The divine power of the elven god of war still affects here, but this does not mean that there is divine power or divinity here, if this is the case, a god has already been bred in this grassland.

He didn't know what wishes the people from the team below had made to the Wind Djinn Noble, but he felt a distinct space-time fluctuation appear below.

Then, a portal opens!

The members of that group entered the portal one by one, until the last person entered, and the Stormdjinn nobles who remained in place closed the portal and left the main material plane as well.

Ziegler didn't know what was going on, but it seemed like the team was going to 'go back'?

When they go back, they still need to make a wish to the Wind Djinn nobles, why can't they set up a portal to go back by themselves?

With that in mind, Ziegler pulled out his notebook and pen.

"Rena, help me record that on the morning of May 3rd, I met a team on the Mason Prairie, I don't know which group they came from, but they seem to have been in this steppe or the Black Forest for a long time......" (https:)

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