After that day of testing moves, both sides had obtained results they were satisfied with.
After that, Logan could no longer find Chameleos.
According to the cat guarding the plantation, that afternoon Mother Chameleos had appeared in the herb garden, picked a pile of Mandragora, then flown off while squawking. Although the cat now could not quite understand Mother Chameleos's cries, the meaning expressed in them was very clear.
It was just like someone who had suffered a huge loss trying to make it up.
"If you didn't want to be a target, you could have just said so. It's not like I have to use her and no one else, so why storm off in a huff?"
Logan shook his head, humming lightly through his nose, and he could not have been more pleased inside.
The one getting in the way had finally left, and at night he finally no longer had to sneak around, trembling with fear, to do his business.
Perhaps it was a remnant of a creature's instinct still left in his Fire Wyvern genes; at this age, he very much wanted to have offspring.
And Aki had just happened to advance successfully; it was when her vitality was at its most exuberant, and she had also taken this opportunity to narrow the genetic distance between the two of them.
Logan had a feeling that if they did not take this chance to breed an offspring between them, the next time would probably be a very, very long time from now.
This was also why, after he and Aki returned to the Ancient Tree, they had to make little dragons every night.
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As Ahtal-Ka and Chameleos left one after another, the Ancient Tree seemed to have returned to calm again.
And just at this time, two teams of people coming from different directions also arrived at the foot of the Ancient Tree on the same day, walking into the hollow trunk of the Ancient Tree from different entrances.
"Such a rich aura of energy. Besides life energy, the fire-attribute energy also seems very active."
The dull voice of the Ancient Wyverian Prophet sounded as he patted the sturdy Wyverian's shoulder and slid down from his back.
Having practiced alchemy for many years, the Ancient Wyverian Prophet's perception of energy was extremely strong, far surpassing that of ordinary Wyverians and even ordinary large monsters.
At his very advanced age, he could even, within the Ancient Tree, sense a certain existence that was parasitizing the depths of the New World and drawing in a huge amount of life energy.
But it was only a general direction; he could not even locate the specific position, and could only rely on the pulsation of life energy to determine whether the other party was in a sleeping or awakened state.
"Wait, what's that place?"
Don't be fooled by this little old man being short and small now, looking like he is on his last legs; he is really fast when he runs. The sturdy Wyverian youth did not even manage to grab him in time and could only watch him dash off toward the depths.
"Please wait, it is not safe here, Lord Prophet!"
Several Wyverians, including the Wyverian girl, hurriedly chased after, and then saw the Ancient Wyverian Prophet push aside many ferns and dead branches and drill into a tree hollow.
That tree hollow was too small; with their adult bodies they simply could not get in.
They stood anxiously outside the tree hollow, continuously calling softly into it.
Fortunately, the Ancient Wyverian Prophet had not completely lost his wits and knew to respond to them and inform them of his safety.
But as the transmitted sound grew fainter and fainter, the Wyverians outside knew very clearly that the Ancient Wyverian Prophet had definitely gone deeper into the tree hollow.
This left them somewhat at a loss, and in the end they planned to have the Wyverian girl take off the armor on her body and try to squeeze in to follow and protect him.
"Eh? Where did these Wyverians come from? Where did you come from?"
A hearty voice came from behind; when the Wyverian girl heard this voice, she turned her head to look.
She saw the Admiral bringing a few Grimalkynes from the transport team not far away.
And the Jagras beside the Grimalkynes, who were carrying packs on their backs, were just lying there lazily, but still aroused the vigilance of the Wyverians nearby.
Jagras like these were almost everywhere in the Ancient Forest, and because they belonged to medium-sized monsters, they would usually only attack things about the same size as themselves or smaller.
Therefore, for the Wyverian clans who likewise lived in the Ancient Forest, these Jagras were opponents they often crossed blades with; even though these few Jagras in front of them, laden with cargo, had not displayed any desire to attack, they still subconsciously drew their weapons.
"Admiral!! Wait, hurry and put your weapons away, those Jagras are all allies! Allies!"
The Wyverian girl hurriedly explained, and in the next second her eyes lit up as she looked at those few armored Grimalkynes.
Passing over the Admiral's greetings, she directly made a request to these cats.
"No problem, meow. We often crawl through this tree hollow as well; there is nothing dangerous inside. I will go in right now and help you bring him out, meow."
Without the slightest hesitation and without raising any conditions, the cat, who had long since regarded the Wyverian girl as one of their own, very decisively agreed to her request.
Hopping and bouncing, he drilled into the tree hollow, and under the tense expressions of the several Wyverian youths, he very quickly brought the Ancient Wyverian Prophet out.
"Eh, eh, I say, you Grimalkyne, don't pull me! Do you know what's inside this hollow? That is something enough to change the world!"
"I'm not listening, I'm not listening, meow! My task is only to bring you out, meow!"
How could the frail Ancient Wyverian Prophet compete in strength with a Palico who had undergone long-term training?
Just like that, with the back of his collar grabbed, he was forcibly dragged out of the tree hollow.
"Brought him out, meow! He seemed to see something shiny inside and then just stayed there not moving, meow!"
Several Wyverian youths held back the Ancient Wyverian Prophet, who wanted to drill back into the hollow again, persuading him while also expressing their thanks to this Grimalkyne.
Only after quite some time did they manage to suppress the fanaticism in the Ancient Wyverian Prophet's eyes, and after stating that they would find a way to let him go in again later, they finally persuaded this stubborn old man.
"Alright, alright, let go of me. I know what I'm doing; we'll talk after I finish the proper business."
The Ancient Wyverian Prophet carefully placed an ice-blue, crystal-like newborn twig into his small personal pouch.
Even though from the outside it looked almost identical to a crystal, with the veins inside the leaf clearly visible, and appeared extremely fragile, it nonetheless displayed a pliancy just like that of plants from different families.
It actually could be folded by leaf and successfully placed into that small pouch.
Those present showed their doubt at the right moment, but the Ancient Wyverian Prophet merely waved his hand and said he would talk after he researched it later.
The few Wyverians had no particular reaction to this, but the Admiral thoughtfully rubbed his own chin.
That thing looked very extraordinary at a glance, and it was even growing inside the Ancient Tree.
Having lived on the Ancient Tree for so many years, in terms of understanding the Ancient Tree, the Admiral could be said to be second only to these Grimalkynes.
Was this unusual twig perhaps an exception on the Ancient Tree?
Or was it that some unknown abnormal change had occurred inside the Ancient Tree?
Because of the various strange incidents he had encountered over the years, as soon as such an extraordinary matter appeared, it caused the Admiral to feel somewhat wary.
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