"""Since you have received the sword, don't leave quickly." Linus saw his mouth open and wanted to speak, shook his head and smiled.

"Thank you Master Codolph for me." The portrait scratched his head embarrassedly, and suddenly said with a solemn expression.

"Okay, I'll help you convey it if you have the chance." Linnas was slightly stunned and responded with a smile.

After the portrait handed the heavy purse to the other party from the storage ring, she put two swords on her back and turned away.

"This boy." Linus looked at the portrait of his figure gradually fading away, his figure was hidden in the crowd. After a few deep glances, he slowly turned around and walked towards his blacksmith shop.

"Portrait, you are back." When Ye Yong came to the portrait coming towards him, he immediately stood up from the ground.

"Well, the thing is taken back, let's go." The portrait nodded to him, looked at the others in a blink of an eye, and smiled helplessly when he found their eyes gathered behind him, and then led everyone to the city gate.

"We are going to the Alvin line, how can we go?"

The portrait glanced at the spear soldiers guarding both sides and asked.

"Go to the left to find it, it is a green ball of light leading to Lorraine."

The two spear soldiers looked at him after hearing his words and reminded him.

"Oh, thank you." After saying that, the portrait took everyone to the forest in the distance.

After many hard work, the green light ball mentioned by the spear soldier was finally found next to a big locust tree.

The portrait turned his head and looked at everyone. After not finding any abnormality, he raised his hands to touch the light curtain. Gradually, their figures were shrouded in the light surface of the light ball. When the light dissipated, they had long disappeared.

When everyone regained consciousness, they realized that they had arrived in a dense forest.

The portrait looked at the wreckage in the distance and felt that it was particularly familiar.

At the beginning, they escorted Cialia all the way out.

When I recalled the scene, the portrait sighed.

After looking at the stagnant people, the portrait realized that he had not explained the purpose of coming here to them.

After he quickly explained it in concise language, when everyone heard the name Boken, they secretly remembered it in their hearts.

The journey was smooth and unimpeded. After killing a few little monsters who were not open, the portrait took everyone to the depths of Luo Lan.

When he saw the tent set up in the distance, he found that there were several figures shaking inside, and immediately came to his mind and walked quickly.

"What are you?"

When the tall and thin masked man saw the figures of people not far away, he asked with a confused expression.

"Are you Boken?" the portrait frowned and asked.

He did not feel a trace of the strong aura from the other party. Does the other party have a special way to suppress his strength?

"Yeah, I'm."

Boken looked at everyone helplessly and nodded.

"Oh, we heard you are recruiting people to Zuan Wannian Snow Mountain, right?"

Seeing this, the portrait immediately expressed the purpose of the trip.

"Yes, but it's very dangerous there. I have to understand how your strength is?"

Boken hesitated for a while, glanced at everyone and said.

"No problem." The portrait smiled, and his body gradually emitted a magnetic field of life. This was done by him on purpose. If the other party was just an ordinary person, he would be pale and breathless.

"Hmm? Why did I smell the breath of the dragon clan in your figure?"

Boken's face suddenly paused and became unstable.

"This is my own secret, please rest assured that I had no relationship with Binglong Skasa before."

The portrait frowned and explained.

Boken shook his head when he heard this. Obviously, this reason did not convince him.

Xue Yang, who was standing aside, saw that the portrait could not be taken down by the other person for a long time, he hesitated for a while and stood up. When he looked at the masked man, he organized his words and spoke.

"Boken, we came here because we heard that the Bantu tribe has had a bit of a fierce fight recently. As for why my companion has the aura of the dragon clan, it is because of the sword on his back, and also because he is a dragon swordsman himself, he was born to slay the dragon."

"That's right." After hearing the words, Boken's face became calm. Although he was still half-believing and half-doubted, he had the intention to let the other party go to Wannian Snow Mountain.

"Okay, I can take you there, but when you get there, you have to walk the next road by yourself, and I have something else to do."

Boken glanced at everyone and said, barely agreeing.

"no problem."

The portrait smiled and nodded, and responded without thinking.

Haven’t they been here all the time with themselves?

Of course, the help of those professional masters is indispensable on weekdays.

Seeing that he spoke and showed his consent, Boken finally felt relieved and took them to a snow-white ball of light. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind him.

"It's a bit cold there, you guys should wear warm clothes first."

"Uh, okay."

The portrait was slightly stunned and took out the warrior's armor boots from the storage ring to wear them. Although these things have limited help to him, under the current circumstances, he must use all resources to take the initiative at critical moments.

A few dozen seconds later, Boken looked at the dress-up people, put his hands on the light curtain and recited an obscure spell.

After wrapping the figures of everyone with strange notes, when they opened their eyes again, they found that they had arrived in a white world of snow and ice.

And in an instant, the corpse in the portrait storage ring began to emit a glimmer of light.

"By the way, I almost forgot him."

The portrait patted his head and forgot the body that was still in the storage ring.

The portrait took out the body and buried him in this snow-covered world regardless of the strange eyes of everyone.

"Rest in peace." The portrait sighed in his heart.

"You receive blessings from Bantu people: All attributes 10."

It was as if in response to him, and the voice of the Lord God came from his mind.

"You guys keep going, I have to leave."

When Boken saw several toy soldiers coming from a distance, he decisively flashed.

"Hmm? There are intruders!"

When the toy soldier saw the people wandering not far away, he reminded him in a mechanized voice.

"Maybe, we can talk."

The portrait's smile became hard. When the other party was thinking about it, he decisively took action, holding the lightning sword in both hands, and the purple martial sword slashed towards the other party.

"Dangdangdang"

The toy soldier's steel-like body splashed out sparks. After several consecutive attacks, the portrait quickly flattened and sunk his body.

Then, with a wave of hand, he cut off its elm head and flew towards the distance.

“Hao till”

Seeing that his companion's body died before and after his eyes, the remaining toy soldiers were instantly angered by the portrait's behavior and shot at him with long spears.
Chapter completed!