Dwarves! Iron Forge Castle

The convoy continued onward, slowly rolling in the direction of the Divine Wood Forest.

Zhang Qian picked up the bamboo slips again, but his gaze drifted toward the distance.

In his heart, he was calculating what he should say after meeting the Tree God.

He was not sure whether his "silver tongue" would be effective on Divine Sense.

However, he was not worried.

His innate ability was not only "speaking," but also "listening."

He could understand the true intent behind any language.

As long as the Tree God was willing to communicate, he would be able to find common ground.

Sima Qianxi continued writing on the bamboo slips.

What he wrote was a poem:

"Divine wood rises to the heavens, the Lotus Platform has twelve tiers. On the day the elves submitted, when the Human Race came to visit. I know not if this journey bodes well, I only pray we return in peace."

After he finished writing, he gently blew on the ink, then carefully put the bamboo slips away.

His "world-shaking literary aura" could not only be used to hurry along the road, but also to record.

Every word he wrote contained Spirit Energy, able to be preserved for a thousand years without decaying.

This was his habit, and also his mission.

Huo Wubing rode his horse in silence, his vigilant gaze sweeping over their surroundings.

His "Undying Battle Body" gave him astonishing recovery ability, but he did not rely on it.

He trusted his own sword more.

His sword was named "Army Breaker," taken from the hands of countless enemies on the battlefield.

On the blade were carved two words—"Army Breaker."

He had carved them himself. They meant "breaking a million enemies, military might shaking the heavens."

He raised his head and looked toward the distance, silently