Chapter 219: The Necromancer in the Black Soil
These souls are very similar to those of humans and have almost the same appearance, but their souls are much more solid than those of humans and emit a hint of red scaly luster. If you don't look closely, you can't tell the difference at all.

They are not human.

Or in other words, they are not pure human beings.

Rather, they are a hybrid race born from the mating of humans and dragons. They are extremely rare on the continent and are also called descendants of dragons.

Because I live quite far away, I have only just now sensed the existence of the Dream Forest and successfully condensed my soul here.

“From what they said, the Moon Goddess is most likely in the deepest part of the Dream Forest.” One of the middle-aged men spoke first, his eyes falling on the souls that were constantly leaving the city.

“If we find the Moon Goddess, can we meet the ancestors of our dragon clan?” another girl followed suit, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Maybe." The man sighed, "In any case, our dragon bloodline is becoming increasingly thin. If this continues, my family may not be able to hold on for too long and will be swallowed up by other forces."

The strength of the talents of all dragon descendants has always been determined by the purity of the dragon blood in their bodies.

Now, after so many generations of dilution, the blood purity of these dragon descendants has long been reduced to almost nothing, and they are almost the same as ordinary people. The dragon descendant families they established have also declined, and the strong ones have died out.

Therefore, their only hope is to find the former dragon ancestor and beg him to give them blood to continue the family line.

"According to the inherited information, the ancestor of the dragon is in the dream forest. I hope I can find it..."

The man looked around and found that there were many people like them, trying to head deeper into the woods. There were even quite a few teams gathering people and getting ready to set off.

Out of curiosity, they walked over and pulled over a human who was also an alien soul to ask him.

"You don't know?"

The human turned around in confusion, looked at them for a few seconds, with surprise on his face.

At this stage, being able to condense the soul in the dream forest, and to do it so solidly, is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

However, since he could appear here, his talent must be not weak, so he politely said: "We are planning to follow the caravan from Liberty City to the depths of the forest. I heard that a city has recently emerged over there. The cultivation speed is many times faster than here, and the food grown there can greatly increase the strength of the soul as long as you eat a bite, so we want to see if we can follow along."

The news from the City of Dreams has already reached Liberty City during this period of time.

At first it wasn't a big deal, but when more and more people who came to inquire about the news came back, and their strength increased dramatically without exception, people began to get restless.

What shocked them even more was that the food they brought back from the Dream City could make their strength soar and their souls become stronger after just one bite, which was completely different from the food they knew.

Now everyone could no longer sit still and began to organize people to go to the Dream City, wanting to see with their own eyes whether it was real.

If possible, it would be best to purchase some grain from there, take the opportunity to make a fortune, and solve everyone's food and clothing problems.

That’s why so many caravans have appeared outside the city in the past few days.

"Is there such a thing?"

After hearing this, several descendants of the dragon clan were shocked. They never expected that so many things had happened in the Dream Forest during this period of time.

Do as the other person said.

Even if the dream city is not in the deepest part of the forest, it should be not far from where the Moon Goddess lives. Maybe they can really see the ancestor of the dragon!

Thinking of this, the man hurriedly asked, "Has anyone of you managed to reach there during this period of time?"

"Um... not this one."

The human scratched his head in embarrassment: "We foreign souls are different. We don't have physical protection, so we can't stay as long as these forest dwellers. The farthest we can go is only a hundred kilometers away."

The closer you get to the depths of the Dream Forest, the higher the spiritual level. This is something many people know.

Even though the Dream Forest has declined now, not just anyone can enter.

Or.

Those who can enter the depths of the dream forest are all extremely talented, and such people are extremely rare in the world.

"Want to try it?" the man asked, turning around.

"Of course! This is our only chance to find the dragon ancestor!"

"Yeah, we have no choice. I'm going to go and see it even if I have to try again and again."

"Then I will go back and gather my tribesmen, and call over those with the best talents!"

After that, they started to prepare beside the team, chatting with people to get information, and called over several talented people in the tribe.

By noon, the entire team finally set out in a mighty force, deep into the boundless black soil.

All the foreign souls who were accompanying them were extremely excited and chattered all the way, bragging about how deep they had penetrated.

"I'm telling you, the last time I set out with the team, I walked for 70 or 80 kilometers before I couldn't hold on any longer. This time, I'm sure..."

Snapped!
The soul of a boasting human male shuddered, and he disappeared right where he was, returning to his body.

Team members: ...

Depend on!
It wilted in just three seconds.

Do you have the nerve to brag that you walked seventy or eighty kilometers?
The other foreign souls almost laughed out loud, but at the same time they were secretly competing with each other, all wanting to persist longer in this journey deep into the black soil.

The forest natives in the caravan watched them compete with great interest.

"I bet that the girl from the Feathered Tribe will last the longest."

"Are you making a bet? You are clearly greedy for her body and want to take a few more glances!"

"I'll bet half a piece of dry food that the big minotaur will last the longest."

"Impossible. In terms of endurance, the snake people are still the strongest."

"…Are you sure you're talking about the lasting one?"

The whole team was noisy, and the originally boring journey was made more interesting by the appearance of these foreign souls. Especially every time they walked a certain distance, someone would not be able to hold on and their soul would disappear, causing laughter in the team.

Only a few descendants of the dragon clan had solemn expressions and their brows gradually furrowed.

They had only gone less than ten kilometers, and nearly one-third of the souls had already given up. Could they really reach the depths of the forest and meet their ancestors?

With this idea in mind, they continued on their way.

Twenty kilometers...

Fifty kilometers...

Seventy kilometers...

Ninety kilometers...

When they were approaching 100 kilometers, except for the indigenous residents, they and a few scattered souls were the only ones left in the entire team who were struggling to hold on.

It felt like every time I moved forward, my soul was being roasted on fire, and my originally solid soul began to fluctuate violently.

"Okay, it's getting dark, let's rest here for a while."

As the sky gradually darkened, the carriage team finally reached a valley.

Looking around, the valley was surrounded by a wooden fence more than ten meters high. People were coming and going, and many teams like theirs had come from other places and gathered here.

"This is the elves' base, and it's also the most common stopover point on our journey. Remember not to cause trouble after you enter."

The caravan manager, who had already become acquainted with several of the dragon descendants, turned around and whispered.

"Elves?"

The man looked up and saw many long-eared elves standing on the checkpoint. There were also several tall and burly figures passing by, led by a fat man.

"what happened?"

"Why do I suddenly feel palpitations?"

"I also have this feeling!"

Other members of the tribe spoke up and looked towards the checkpoint in confusion, or to be more precise, at the figures standing with the elves.

But before they could take a closer look, the team had already passed the inspection and entered the elf settlement.

After they walked away, the fat man on top of the checkpoint suddenly turned around and looked in the direction they left.

"That's weird. I seemed to sense the aura of Alpha and his people just now?"

The fat man looked puzzled and looked down again and again.

He was none other than the young chief of the Wind Dragon Clan, the fattest wind dragon, who came here on Rhodes' orders to inquire about the news of Liberty City.

Even after transforming into a human form, he was still the fattest one among everyone, and was very conspicuous wherever he went.

Therefore, the task of going into the city to gather information had to be left to Aina and the others, while the Wind Dragons would stay at the Elf Tribe's base to provide support and, by the way, find out the whole story of the elves being abandoned before.

"How is it? Have you checked out what I told your elders before?"

The fat man withdrew his gaze and looked at the elf captain in front of him with an unfriendly face.

Before setting off, Yilin repeatedly asked him to find out why he abandoned his people. Knowing the whole story, he naturally did not hesitate.

"I've checked it out. Come with me."

The elf captain sighed and walked down the checkpoint with the fat man and his people.

When Amar was contaminated by the black soil and driven out by his tribe, they were not present but were exchanging food with other tribes.

By the time I got back, it was already late.

This made the elder feel very guilty, and he sent people to look for Amar everywhere, but there was no news.

But now they suddenly heard that the Moon God's messenger had come and saved Amar, which made them feel extremely complicated. They were too ashamed to face the messenger, let alone the tribesmen from other branches.

"Fatty, do you think the envoy will forgive us?"

Walking on the road, the elf captain couldn't help but ask.

"do not know."

The fat man snorted coldly, hating the act of abandoning his own people. If it were him, he would have killed the guy who did such a thing on the spot.

But thinking that he was not an elf, he whispered, "I have seen that little elf before. He was covered in wounds. After being driven out by you, he was sold to another place. I don't know how much he suffered. He is lucky to be alive."

"..."

The elves were silent, with shame on their faces.

Seeing this, the fat man knew that he couldn't blame them all, so he said, "Don't worry, Lord Rhodes is not the kind of person who doesn't understand things, and we came here this time to find out who is buying and selling elves."

"I know this!"

Suddenly, an elf nearby interrupted and said, "It must have been done by the necromancers in Liberty City! They used to buy and sell human corpses to transform them into undead spirits. Many of our people were captured by them!"

"Necromancer?"

The fat man's eyes narrowed.

Thinking about what Rhodes told him before setting out, wasn't it to find out the origins of those necromancers?
I don't know how the demon tribe is investigating.

(End of this chapter)