Where is the master?

The gift of the World Tree Leaf is tempting, but disturbing. It is not yet time to use it. Mason saved the time and turned his attention to the west.

Everything in the new town is thriving, and the profiteer will probably have to stay there for some time. The most important thing right now is to complete the Trial of the Twelve Round Tables.

The others didn't know what happened, they just felt that the red-haired young man had become a different person overnight and was full of enthusiasm for the trial.

For Zhizhen, the Dragon Guards were a sudden killer. Each family had limited strength, so when a foreign aid suddenly arrived, how could they not be envious?

Moreover, this foreign aid is strong and well-equipped, and there is no need to pay for it. With the outstanding power of Nidhogg's shock, the Trial of the Twelve Round Tables is only a temporary one, and no bloodline wants to go head-to-head with this group of dragonborn just to offend the bone dragon.

One cannot help but sigh that it is so frustrating to compare oneself with others. He works much harder than this dragon, so why doesn't a thigh fall from the sky for him to hug?

The young man squatted under the lush tree, feeling deeply moved.

The tree stood alone in the wilderness, its green leaves somewhat out of place. While the humans were concentrating on their thoughts, the tree opened its bloody mouth and silently pounced on its prey's head.

Mason didn't even raise his head. He unsheathed his Will-O-Wisp and thrust it straight into the opponent's mouth. The cold flame ignited it, and the tree screamed. The long sword swept across and cut it in half, hitting the ground with a heavy sound.

Before he could sigh, the young man inserted the seal into the scabbard, bent down and found a green crystal among the burning wood. He threw the crystal back and it was caught by Nidhogg who jumped over.

The bone dragon was too big to be easily discovered, so it had been lying in ambush far away. It had been waiting for the moment when a hero would come to its rescue, but unfortunately all the problems along the way were solved by the young man alone. At this moment, it was full of regret that it was useless.

"The monsters here don't look very powerful. Can we go inside?"

Mason came to his senses and said, "It's better not to. These monsters didn't transform on their own. If we go any further, we'll probably run into Black Mist followers."

Just a few days after they evacuated the hills, other nobles sent messages saying that Margarita's experimental bases had been discovered in other locations.

This western leader of the Black Mist followers was extremely active, and boldly established an underground base near the border. Since she did not come in person, there was nothing unusual on the ground.

When they were tracking down the spy, they accidentally discovered something unusual. Mason went to take a look and immediately judged that there was something wrong based on his experience. The Owen family in charge of this place acted decisively and blasted a way out when they couldn't find the entrance. The believers inside got the intelligence in advance and escaped without a trace. But they didn't have time to destroy the experiment, leaving the possibility for the noble association to track them.

Following this route, the association sent out several exploration teams to begin a network search of the black fog area.

You don’t know until you check, and you’ll be shocked when you do.

The base they had found and destroyed earlier was gone, and the once withered woodland was smooth and flat, as if no battle had ever taken place from beginning to end.

In addition, there are news of mutant plants coming from various towns. These plants are generally of low level and are very aggressive to humans. At first, they caused a lot of damage to the townspeople, but it was not until the bloodline people died that the townspeople gradually became familiar with the attack patterns of these mutant plants.

For the Noble Association, their greatest reward was finding crystals while clearing out these monsters.

These monsters were not naturally mutated, but were induced by someone who put some highly polluted crystals in them. Apart from the Black Mist believers, Mason couldn't think of anyone more boring than them.

He threw the crystal into the bag, and the emerald green color sparkled, attracting Long's attention unconsciously. The red-haired young man tied the bag mercilessly: "I can't give this to you."

"I know! I just think it looks pretty."

The dragon tried to save face, restlessly scratching the ground with his claws, and changed the subject: "But I'm serious, the mutant plants around here have been cleared. If you want to get better results, you must go into the black fog. With uncle and the others here, it won't be a problem even if you encounter black fog believers."

He and the other party were connected by blood, so naturally he was fully in tune with the young man's intentions. Even though the other party did not speak, he could still vaguely sense his eagerness. Nidhogg lay on the ground and looked at Mason, the fire of the soul burning in his eyes.

"No matter what happens, I'm still here."

Mason laughed dumbly and patted the other man on the head. "I'll have to find a chance to ask the profiteer to strengthen your body."

The effect of blood will fade over time. The dragon used the tip of its tail to stroke the base of its wings: "I feel fine. There is nothing that needs to be repaired."

"By the time you find out, it will be too late."

In just a few words, several figures flew over from the low sky. The dragons landed in teams of two and handed the bags in their hands to the red-haired young man. There was indeed little benefit in staying there, so Mason listened to the young dragon's advice and set off to go deeper into the black fog.

The mist gradually became thicker. According to the map, they had gone about two kilometers deeper.

The ground in the gully was not very flat, and the plants were dark and withered. Three people were responsible for high-altitude early warning, while the other dragon descendants protected the red-haired young man and the young dragon in the middle.

Actually, my fighting ability is quite strong... Mason touched his nose in a strange mood and observed the situation here carefully.

They didn't encounter any mutant plants or even contaminated beasts in the two kilometers. Even those who came here for the first time realized that something was wrong. After walking forward for an unknown period of time, they finally saw the figures of other teams.

If Dan was here, he would have complained quietly, "Why do I see people from their family everywhere?" Fortunately, the blond noble went to another team this time. The dragonborn just frowned and showed vigilance towards the strange bloodline.

The other party obviously saw them too. The young man casually shook off the blood on his hands. His slender fingers were white and soft, like an artist who was good at carving. A gentle smile appeared on his face. He nodded to Mason in a friendly manner: "See you again."

"It's a coincidence indeed."

Mason unexpectedly discovered that there were several brainworm bloodline members in the other team, and even Ai Bo was the leader. Are these two families allied?

"There aren't many monsters where we're going, so we're here a little early. We're going to go further inside, do you want to join us?"

Aibo made the invitation in a friendly manner. Contrary to their innocent appearance, this team had outstanding achievements. At first glance, all the bloodline members had a bulging bag tied around their waists.

Mason thought for a moment and shook his head. "We have other places we want to go. Sorry."

There are some advantages to acting together, but the spoils need to be divided. Their team is quite powerful, and they don't have the freedom to act alone.

Ai Bo expressed his understanding with some regret, and waved to signal others to clean up the scene. Until their figures disappeared in the black mist ahead, the Golden Dragon Dragon Descendant who had been silent said: "He is very dangerous."

"At least they are not enemies now."

The red-haired young man answered calmly, and soon forgot about this little episode and focused entirely on the task at hand.

Four days later, somewhere in the black fog.

As a burst of fire exploded into the sky, a dragon covered in juice rushed out of the woods. The red-haired young man followed closely behind it, and when he smelled the odor on its body, he couldn't help but reveal a disgusting expression.

The dragonborns behind him were almost all like this; each of them looked like they had just rolled out of honey, the sweetness so strong that it made people want to vomit.

As soon as they rushed out, the entire forest behind them shook violently, and screams were heard as the fire burned. After the flames were completely extinguished, the group of people picked out emerald green crystals the size of pigeon eggs from the ashes.

"These things are evolving so fast. A few days ago they were just showing up individually, and now they're in groups."

Nidhogg lay on the ground, with slime dripping from his armor. Even these beautiful glittering things couldn't make him feel better. Mason put away the heavy bag, feeling the same heavy feeling in his heart.

The experiment of the Black Mist believers was undoubtedly successful. These mutant plants are growing at a terrifying rate, and the pollution crystals on their bodies are getting bigger and bigger. If this continues, it will easily lead to monster attacks from the border.

He kept these things in mind and planned to report to the association later. Uncle Edward was calling on others to find a safe place to rest. Even though the bloodline people have a certain degree of pollution resistance, this period of time has still been quite exhausting for everyone.

Fighting monsters is only the most basic part. They need to be alert to attacks from morning to night. The high concentration of black fog often causes the campsite that was safe the day before to become a birthplace of monsters after waking up, and food is also very easy to spoil. Being in the black fog, the tense nerves cannot be relaxed at all.

The group took a quick rest and rushed out when they saw that time was almost up. It took them four or five days to go there, but the time they returned was cut in half, and everyone was eager to return.

When they saw the nailed wall, even the coldest dragonborn couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and a sense of security arose in their hearts.

A place where one can rest in peace is of incomparable value to a tired traveler. The sentinel spotted them coming back from a distance and waited at the door in advance. After confirming that the bloodline people were all right, the militia immediately led them through the door and into the specially set up isolation area.

Those who come back from the depths of the black fog need to observe here for a few days and make sure everything is OK before they can return to Nail Town. This place was small before, but now it has expanded a lot. Mason stepped into the house, where several bloodline members who had just returned from their missions were sitting and chatting with each other.

"This mission is really troublesome. The Black Mist followers don't even spare a single tree. If this continues, the entire Black Mist Border will soon be barren."

"Don't talk about it. I already have a psychological shadow on plants. We encountered a mutated stinky flower before we came back..."

Hearing him say this, everyone else in the room stepped back. This plant was just like the mutated sweet tree that Mason had encountered. The smell was lingering and disgusting. They almost had to rub off a layer of bark to make the smell less smelly.

As expected, he was not the only one suffering. Mason walked into the house and gave him a sympathetic look.

Hearing the noise, the people who were talking looked towards the door where the sound came from. When they saw who the person was, they immediately stood up and greeted him respectfully.

In this nail town, everyone knows this red-haired young man and his dragon.

Naturally, Nidhogg couldn't come in, so he could only stand at the door with a wronged look on his face. The Dragonborn Guards accompanied him, and Mason found a place to sit down.

Noticing his presence, the other bloodline members lowered their voices by a few notches. He squinted his eyes, dozing off in the midst of the chatter, yet feeling reassured by the familiar surroundings.

Once his nerves relaxed, things other than fighting came flooding in. The red-haired young man leaned against the wall, lazily thinking about what to do next, and always felt like he had forgotten something.

...What did you forget?

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought until the isolation was over. The red-haired young man had just stepped out of the isolation room when he was blocked at the door.

The scarlet snake pupils were so dark that they frightened anyone who looked at them. The boy's face was as cold as ice, and the air pressure around him was so low that even Nidhogg didn't dare to approach him. The profiteer had dealt with the snake's tail, but he hadn't dispelled the mutation. When he spoke, he would still make a hissing sound like a snake from time to time.

His heart skipped a beat, and he finally remembered what he had forgotten. Bai, who hadn't seen the profiteer for several days, was furious and mad. His snake jaws split open, revealing two rows of sharp fangs. He stared at him and asked word by word.

"Where's the master?"