Both Roger and Zoltan looked over.

In fact, they also found out that Wren didn't seem to be tired at all, but they all thought it was the effect of the steel body and had strong physical strength, so they didn't think much about it.

"We try to go as fast as we can and not stop where we are. ”

Halfway through his speech, Wren heard the sound of a large number of night goblins approaching, and said quickly: "I will be the main attack in the later battle, you save your physical strength, and you don't have to shoot when you don't have to." ”

"Master Roger, lend me your steel sword. ”

Wren is good at using a warhammer, but he still uses a longsword more efficiently than killing enemies, and his speed is faster.

Roger did not hesitate and immediately handed over the steel sword "Wolf's Fang".

As soon as he took over this superb enchanted longsword, hundreds of night goblins appeared, led by a dozen leaders riding tooth-hugging beasts, and rushed towards them with great momentum.

"Follow me. ”

Wren spoke, tucked the hammer into the dragonskin's belt, and turned to face his enemy.

In front of him was a narrow tunnel, less than two meters wide but more than twenty meters long, and Wren stood at one end of the tunnel and waited, not in a hurry.

Soon, the entire tunnel was filled with a large number of night goblins, like a jar of sardines.

Chaotic cries filled my ears.

Wren's shoulders sank slightly, and he charged when the night goblin at the front rushed in front of him and the horse was about to emerge from the tunnel.

Call!

The tall figure was like a steam train, speeding into the tunnel, and the relentless force crushed it, resounding a series of teeth-aching sounds of bones shattering, mixed with the screams of the night goblins.

With a single charge, Wren passed through the tunnel, leaving behind dozens of corpses of night goblins.

Roger and Zoltan in the back glanced at each other, surprised by Wren's efficient killing methods, and at the same time a little puzzled.

The charge is very physically demanding, how long can Wren hold out?

When they came out of the tunnel, they saw corpses all over the place.

Most of the night goblins were killed by direct hits, while others were split in half, their wounds charred black as if they had been burned by flames.

There are also dozens of night goblins alive, scattered around, shooting long arrows with rusty iron bows.

Wren let the arrow come at him, and then bounced away.

The enchantment of the steel sword wolf's fang was activated by him, absorbing soul power, and the blade seemed to burn red, and each sword swing brought a large area of flames, splitting a long arc of sword light, slashing the surrounding night goblins.

Whether it's an ordinary night goblin or a leader riding a toothhugging beast, it's all cut in half with a sword.

Wren's figure charged back and forth, red sword light shining everywhere, and in less than ten seconds, not a single night goblin was still standing.

Both Roger and Zoltan were stunned.

Wren killed the night goblins, discerned the direction and walked forward, only to find that the two did not follow.

He looked back and saw the expressions of the two, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you?"

"You always surprise us. Roger flashed after him and reminded softly: "But no matter how good your physical strength is, you can't waste it so casually, otherwise we won't be able to go far." ”

Zoltan also nodded.

Wren smiled and didn't explain.

He killed so many night goblins in one goblin, absorbing the soul to get nearly ten grids of electricity, but the consumption was less than five grids, one in and one out, the power also rose, and the physical strength could never be used up if he killed like this.

Not far after he walked out, another group of night goblins surrounded him.

There was a strange creature in this group of night goblins, not wearing leather armor, but cloth robes, much older than the other night goblins, holding a crooked wooden staff, and actually possessing the ability to cast spells.

Zoltan shouted, "Be careful, this is the Night Goblin Shaman. ”

Shamans are also spellcasters, able to communicate with the forces of nature to cast spells, and shamans appear in most intelligent races except humans.

Night goblins, a race of low intelligence, shamans are even rarer.

Several Tooth Riders are protected by the Night Goblin Shaman, apparently of great importance in the Tribe.

Wren observed with the eye of the soul, this shaman can only use three spells, namely bloodlust, healing, and lightning arrow, none of which is higher than the second ring.

It raised its wooden staff and unleashed its bloodlust, and the night goblins around it let out a roar, their muscles swelled, their eyes bloodshot, and they became more fearless, shouting and rushing over.

Wren shook his head and charged with his sword.

In less than half a minute, the battle was over, and the night goblin shaman did not play a role, and he could not escape the fate of being killed by a sword.

In the shaman's body, Wren found a rudimentary map.

Judging from the map, the sixth layer has also collapsed in half, the seventh layer has also collapsed in a small way, and there is a path on the eighth floor to bypass the blocked cave, ascend to the fifth layer from the other side, and even reach the first layer of the most face!

This made the three of them overjoyed.

Wren quickly jotted down the map and moved on.

Groups of night goblins came to send them to their deaths, and each battle could only increase the power of a few bars, and the progress bar of the fourth-level strength advanced slowly.

At first, Roger thought that Wren would not last long, but when he got to the back, he found that Wren seemed to be getting more and more energetic, and he did not see the slightest tiredness.

"This monster. ”

Roger muttered to himself that he was numb.

Along the way, he and Zoltan rarely had a chance to make a move, and Rennes solved it alone.

Wren did not lose his way in the battle, he didn't know how many night goblins he had killed, and when he came out of a downward passage, it suddenly became clear that it was finally no longer a cave.

Zoltan followed.

He saw the large expanse of magnificent buildings and was pleasantly surprised: "We have reached the seventh floor!"

Wren looked at the glimmer in the distance, there were countless night goblins in these buildings, a cursory sweep, at least a few thousand, and they were all swarming towards their location, the whole cavern was in chaos, and the cries of night goblins were everywhere.

Even he, seeing so many enemies, couldn't help but tingle his scalp.

How long is this going to be killed?

And that's just the number in one cave, there are many more in other caves, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands!

Wren thought about it for a few breaths, decisively gave up the idea of killing all the night goblins to recharge himself, and turned back and said, "Let's rush over directly and not entangle with them." ”

Both Roger and Zoltan nodded solemnly.

It's already here, they can't turn back, and if Wren falls, the chances of the two of them breaking out of the encirclement are very low, and they are almost certain to die.

Wren took a deep breath and began to charge.

The three of them walked through the caves at a rapid pace, and they finally saw the number of night goblins, and everywhere they went, there were night goblins everywhere, and the entire fortress was no less than a medium-sized city.

Half a day later, Wren took the lead and successfully entered the eighth floor.

This level is where the Ironbeard Clan used to store relics, and there are also a large number of mines, the terrain is more complex, the number of night goblins has decreased, but their strength is rising, there are more and more tooth riders, and shamans are often present.

According to the map, the eighth layer is the core area of several night goblin tribes.

Wren remembers that several roads on the eighth floor converge at a point, and the map is drawn with a sign that looks like a throne, which is the way to go.

After a long time of killing frenziedly, the pressure around him suddenly relaxed, and no night goblins came again.

Wren looked up and found himself in a strange cavern.

The cave is nearly 100 meters high, the internal space is cylindrical, less than 50 meters in diameter, the ground is paved with complete boulders, there is an exit on each side, the rock walls are carved with countless murals, which are very exquisite, and there are a large number of dwarven texts, describing the mythological heroes of the dwarf history.

Zoltan's gaze swept over and said, "This is the fortress treasure house. ”

"However, it seems that the night goblins have been used as the throne of the tribal chieftain. ”

Wren looked over and saw that on one side of the cave, there was a stone seat, crudely made, like the work of a five-year-old child, except that a stone had been smashed into a groove, and it was used as a throne, out of step with the surrounding environment.

At this moment, there is only the throne here, but there is no chief of the night goblins.

Behind the throne, there is a heavy stone door more than ten meters high, the door is engraved with countless dwarven runes, and there is a tall dwarf statue on each side.

Wren looked at the stone gate and asked, "The façade is a treasure trove?"

"Yes. Zoltan nodded and replied, "Would you like to go in and take a look?" the night goblins use this as a throne, and there may be treasure left behind by the dwarves behind the door. ”

Without waiting for Wren to answer, Roger said, "It's all here, of course you have to go in." ”

He didn't have much to gain from this trip, at least not to go home empty-handed.

Wren hesitated a little, "Could this be a trap for the night goblins?" As soon as the words came out, he laughed self-deprecatingly, with the intelligence of the night goblins, if he knew how to set traps, he would not rush to his death without fear of death.

After killing for so long, he has figured out the details of this race, and he doesn't look like a smart race at all, with chaotic logic and acting entirely on instinct.

Zoltan took a closer look in front of the stone gate.

"These runes are incomplete, many of them have been destroyed, the rune secret lock has become invalid, you can enter without a spell, we just push the door. ”

He pushed hard, but the stone door did not move.

"Come along!"

Wren released the Dragon Power Technique three times in a row, blessing everyone, and the three of them worked hard at the same time, and the heavy stone door made a muffled sound, slowly opening a gap inward.

"This door is too heavy!"

Zoltan's face was red, Roger was no better, the witcher is not known for his strength, even if he is a legend, even if he is blessed with dragon power, his strength will not exceed the third level.

The main force who pushed the door was still Rennes.

After killing all the way, the progress bar of the fourth-level strength has exceeded ninety-percent, and it is about to reach the fifth-level.

Finally, the stone door was pushed open enough to pass through the gap of one person.

There was a faint light behind the door, and there was silence.

After making sure that there was no danger, Wren passed through the crack in the door and was the first to enter the treasure house.

The first thing that catches your eye is a long and wide passage, nearly a hundred meters long, at the end of the passage is a huge space, there are no imaginary treasures, no traps, and the most striking thing is that a circular rune circle is painted on the ground.

In the middle of the circle was a forging table, and on the platform, a war hammer was placed diagonally.

Wren froze when he saw the hammer.

(ps: On the first day of the new year, the main line of this book is coming out, asking for recommended tickets and monthly passes!)