"Looks like Lord Woking cares a lot about these children! I'm a little curious, what kind of orphans get such special treatment? ”

Before Woking could go far, Drachdogg asked Varna, a curious look in his eyes.

"I really want you to meet them, and there are some things I'm concerned about."

Varna didn't put it off, but walked towards the marquee with Drachdog, wanting the powerful warlock to help her confirm something.

Instead of paying attention to them, Nirul meditated and rested on his own, and it seemed that although he was able to participate in the summoning ritual, the consumption of maintaining the circle seemed too heavy for him.

"Varna, you're back? You see, the bandages we made are much better than they were just now. ”

As soon as the troll witch doctor entered the big tent, Jarro jumped up and down with the freshly made linen bandage in his hand and showed her impatiently.

"Hmmm! Yes, this one is much better, keep it up! ”

Varna looked at the bandage in Jarro's hand, and then affirmed the fruits of the little troll's labor.

"Who is he? It's scary to watch! ”

Marri ran forward, pulling Jarro back, as if he was a little afraid of Drachdog, who had followed Varna.

It's no wonder that Drachdog's outfit is like the legendary god of death in human beings, coupled with the powerful aura of the warlock, it is difficult for children to accept.

"Marri, don't be so rude, he came in with Varna, he must be her friend."

Jarro showed the bearing of the patriarch and motioned to Marri not to talk nonsense.

"It's okay, little one! I'm meant to be terrifying, even for the enemy, hahahaha! ”

Drachdogg grinned evilly, and a black mist erupted from his body, like a demon in the shadows.

But he reached back and stopped the Cerberus who was about to follow him into the big tent, and the latter obediently retreated, found a corner in the shadow rift and lay down quietly......

"What kind of monster was behind him?"

Mandogir had seen the Cerberus as he was about to follow Drachdog into the big tent, but he didn't see it properly, so he asked tentatively.

"That's my pet, if you want, you can find a pet of your own."

Drachdogg looked at Mandogir, and he seemed to understand something that Varna was trying to confirm!

"Of course, but I like velociraptors, and I'll definitely have one in the future."

Mandokill's eyes were determined, and the Forsaken Warlock seemed to be attracted by his confidence, and laughed unconsciously.

"Varna, what's this kid's name?"

Drachdoger glanced around for a moment, his gaze resting on the fangs, and the blood-red glow in the warlock's eyes became even more dazzling.

"He originally didn't have a name, because his guide died in the battle against the demons, and we'll call him for now, Toothtooth."

Varna introduced Drachdog to the smallest troll, but in her heart she felt that she had chosen to let him pull to make sure something was right.

"You're teaching them first aid?"

Drachdoger looked at the mess of bandages in the hands of the little ones and guessed a few points.

"That's right! If they want to survive in the tribe, they must first learn some skills. ”

Varna said it bluntly, the little trolls had already understood this, so they continued to practice seriously.

"Not bad! But are you just going to teach them to rub bandages? Didn't think to teach them anything else? For example, shadow magic?! ”

Drachdoger said half-jokingly, but his eyes never took off his teeth.

"What are you talking about? They're so young, it's not a good thing to come into contact with the Shadow Force too soon! ”

Varna looked at Drachdoger in disbelief, she hadn't expected that her old friend would offer to teach these little trolls shadow magic.

"Not necessarily, didn't you also come into contact with it at a very young age? It doesn't seem to be a bad thing! ”

Drachdogr continued to talk to himself, in his opinion, when to learn shadow magic is not a big deal, what matters is whether he can withstand the erosion of shadows.

"Looks like you already know what I want you to confirm?"

Varna suddenly realized that her old friend wasn't really suggesting that these little trolls be taught shadow magic, but that he had seen the clues.

"Their talent is not below you and me, especially ......"

Drachdoge leaned close to Varna and whispered to her, a voice so soft that it seemed to be telepathic and the others couldn't hear what they were saying.

"It's time for me to go! The Queen ordered me to complete this mission and rush back to the Tirisfal Glade to help, for I have been delayed for a while for your sake! ”

After talking to Varna, Drachdoger deliberately raised his head and spoke loudly, as if he wanted his voice to be heard by the entire Shadow Rift.

"Don't use me as an excuse, you will definitely go to the auction house to buy wine before you leave, and the delay will be more than mine......"

Varna didn't show any flinch, pointing to Drachdog's mask and quipping, but her eyes were full of gratitude.

"It's been debunked by you again! It's okay to save some face for me, anyway, I've been promoted to lieutenant general for a long time, and I have some status in the army! ”

Drachdoge smiled and walked out of the big tent, and Varna followed, they had always been like this, old friends who joked with each other!

"Zachram, do you want to sleep here? It's time for us to go! ”

The giant Cerberus that was lying in the corner, hearing the call of its master, immediately jumped up from the ground and trotted all the way to Drachdog's side.

It was only then that Varna realized that this Cerberus was really different from what she had seen before.

The tentacles on the head that were used to suck magic were hidden, and the sharp claws that should have been sharp became barb-shaped, similar to the velociraptors that trolls like to tamestilate.

"Oh! How about my pet? Pretty, right? ”

Drachdoge rolled over and jumped onto Cerberus's back, sat firmly on top of it, and flaunted to Varna.

He could sense what Varna had discovered, so he pulled out Cerberus's hidden tentacles with his hand and showed them to his old friend.

These tentacles can be retracted freely, and the shortest can be as long as the mane on the back of the neck, making it difficult to spot the trace without looking closely.

"Why is it happening? Did you transform it with the power of shadow, or did it evolve on its own? ”

Varna was very curious at the moment, she had the impression that even low-level demons could not change for no reason......