The most painful thing in life is not despair, but that someone gave you hope when you were desperate, but this hope was resolutely torn apart by him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

That was the mood of Tinuville, and her fear was even greater than ever.

Bang dang!

The planks were swept away by a huge force, and the Shviks appeared at the door.

Its figure was like a terrifying demon god, standing in front of Tinuvel, causing the dark elf girl's body to tremble violently.

The Shviks were nearly four meters tall and covered in blood, and Senhan's gaze was cast on Tinuvier.

Its expression didn't change in any way, as if it wasn't interested in why the troll in the cave had become a dark elf girl.

It can't be said that it is not interested, as can be seen from the saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth, it is salivating for such a delicacy.

Tinuvel gripped a bone spur in his hand in fear, gritting his teeth for a long time before making up his mind.

"It's better to kill yourself than to be bitten alive!" she decided.

The moment she saw that she was about to commit suicide, the deepest guard in the eyes of the Shviks was removed.

It's not as defenseless as it seems, but as a Troll Lord, it understands that some trolls like to play with food for a while before eating it, and there have been food escapes for it.

Now seeing Tinuvel's resolute expression, the clever troll lord understood that there could be no conspiracy on the other side.

The tiredness returned, and it looked fierce, reaching for Tinovel.

"It's a death this time, but I don't have to suffer such an insult!" said Tinuvel with a sad smile.

But at the moment when she just raised her hand, she saw the thick palm of the Shvik suddenly stop.

Rumble!

Under Tinuvel's terrifying gaze, the terrifying troll lord was struck away by a sudden black flame that slammed into the wall beside her.

Oh!

The shviks let out an angry howl and rushed out with their fists struck.

On its back, there was a huge blood hole. There are also black traces of corrosion around the blood cave, emitting a thick stench and white smoke.

"Human, you're dead!" it spoke, its mouth in the Terran language, its eyes filled with mad killing intent.

Wren stood outside the cave, glanced at Tinuvel, who had a surprised face, and then sneered at the Shviks.

He wasn't surprised that the troll was able to speak the Terran language.

Although ordinary trolls are stupid, the troll lord has a good IQ.

Of course, their habits are really speechless.

In the face of the angry Shviks, Wren quickly pulled away, and the black flames that knocked the Shviks away had reformed into a strange flying beast.

It is a new pseudo-bloodcrystal sorcery that Wren has named the Demon Flame Bird. It was formed by Wren fusing the Witched Ring Serpent with the Flaming Bird, and the flames carried by them contained terrifying toxins.

The Shvik was moving much slower than usual, and before it could reach Wren's eyes, it was hit by the demon flame bird again.

The troll lord's movements grew slower and slower, and it roared into the sky, causing the other trolls hiding in the cavern to tremble, but none of them dared to come to their aid.

After all, these days the Shviks have eaten too many of their own kind and have lost their prestige among the ethnic group.

More than ten times in a row, seeing that the Shviks were already scarred, Wren squinted slightly, causing the Demon Flame Bird to explode into a web of flames, enveloping the troll lord in it.

Angry screams came from it, but the voice grew weaker and weaker.

Tinuvel looked at this scene in disbelief, and wondered where this person came from, the Nashvik was a terrible existence that even the priests of Anvina could not do.

In fact, she did not know the state of the Shviks at this time.

Perhaps when it first devoured the red-faced demon, it became stronger because of the increase in the power of its instincts, but these days its power has been lost to the red-faced demon parasitic in its sea of consciousness.

So, it was much easier for Wren to deal with it than it would normally be.

Just when Tinavir thought that the Shviks were certain to die, and Wren waited vigilantly for the appearance of the red-faced demon, the Shviks, whose breath was becoming more and more wilted, suddenly erupted and rushed towards the throne.

Although Wren is strong, his physique is fundamentally different from that of the trolls, who are known for their physical strength, and he is unable to stop it at all, so he let it rush to the throne.

The light flickered, and the Shviks disappeared from their thrones.

The Flame Bird recondensed and appeared above the throne.

Wren hesitated, and flew towards the throne.

As soon as he touched the throne, he felt a pulling force come from him, causing him to disappear from the throne with a flash of light in front of him.

Seeing this, Tinuvier, who had already regained a little strength, screamed, noticed the gradual movement in the other stone caves, and tried his best to get up and rush to the throne.

After more than ten seconds, the embarrassed dark elf girl climbed onto the throne and disappeared from the hinterland of the troll's territory with the same force.

Wren appeared in a strange space.

It was a four-walled white chamber, more than a thousand square meters in total, but it was empty—except for the huge throne beneath Wren.

This throne is very similar to the one within the troll territory, emitting strange energy fluctuations.

Wren was wondering where the Shviks had gone when he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his brain.

A bright light suddenly came out, and the blinding light blocked his vision, and in his dizziness, he felt that his strength could not be mobilized, which made him feel a strong panic.

But the panic soon vanished as the light reappeared before his eyes.

A simple but immaculate room appeared in front of him, followed by a figure he was all too familiar with.

"Lei Zai, drink this soup quickly, and you won't feel uncomfortable after drinking it. A hoarse voice with a slight tenderness came.

Wren looked at the old man in front of him steadily, his eyes gradually moistening.

"What's the matter, Lei Zai, why are you crying. The old man's voice was alarmed.

"It's okay," Wren reached out to wipe away his tears and grinned, "Grandma, I miss you so much." ”

"You stupid boy, isn't grandma always there. A doting smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face.

It was exactly the same as Wren remembered, as if he had been reborn into the past.

It was also the most vivid memory of Wren, because in a few minutes, the terrible earthquake was about to erupt, and the house in disrepair would collapse, leaving his only loved one away from him.

He still remembered that his grandmother was crushed by the roof beams, and she shouted to him to go quickly.

He woke up in countless nightmares, hoping to turn back time and no longer lose his square inches because of fear, like a deserter, even if he died with this most beloved relative!

The ground shook suddenly, dust fell, and the same option was placed in front of Wren again.