Curses are a very special classification of witchcraft, or it can be classified as the oldest and most mysterious evil arts. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It doesn't immediately produce berserk energy like ordinary sorcery, but it can rely on a long period of time to corrupt everything.

If ordinary witchcraft is compared to high explosives, curses are chronic poisons.

Depending on the effect, there are different classifications of curses: some can make people sick, some can melt away the soul little by little, and some can even bring bad luck to people.

Wren looked at the dark mark on his arm, his face remained unchanged, and he secretly complained in his heart.

Whether it was the texts he had come into contact with or the teachings of Girulam, his understanding of the curse was blank.

But there was no doubt that this thing on his body was anything but a good thing, and he didn't even feel anything special about it!

He tried to communicate with the witch tree in the sea of consciousness, and his biggest hole card was unmoved.

Eventually, Claire cleared his mind.

"It should be a token curse that is the least harmful. Claire said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Wren asked.

Claire frowned and thought for a moment, then spoke: "I saw in a book before, this kind of symbolic curse composed of dark energy, within a certain distance, a person who has been cursed can have a sense of contact with someone who also has dark energy. ”

"Dark energy?" Wren looked thoughtful.

The world is made up of endless rules, which can manifest as energy, or concretely as laws, and so on.

Dark energy is one of those rules.

In addition to the demon gods and other creatures, the only people who really master dark energy are the law wizards who control dark energy.

There is no doubt that Amos could not have mastered this power, so ......

"Tell me what you know about the Trappers. Wren asked.

Claire blinked suspiciously, and honestly told Wren what she knew.

As she spoke, her gaze always glanced at Wren's body blankly.

Wren realized that he was not wearing a single piece of clothing, and was thinking about how to find clothes, when he suddenly remembered the spatial ring in the sea of consciousness.

Horcruxes are an advanced version of the Witchcraft and can therefore be absorbed into the Sea of Consciousness.

After taking control of this spatial ring, he probed and found that there was not only a terrifying red dragon corpse inside, but also some materials that Wren couldn't name, as well as some gorgeous clothes.

Needless to say, the clothes that can be preserved in them cannot be ordinary.

As soon as Wren's mind moved, a purple robe appeared on him.

He reached out and put on his clothes, and looked at Klyel with a calm face, "So, the Trapper Organization is essentially a vassal of the Dark Wizard Guild?"

"As it should be," said Klyll, "the members of the Dark Wizards' Guild are spread across the four empires, and they will do whatever it takes to achieve power. ”

"If I hadn't seen this curse, I wouldn't have known that the Trappers Organization is affiliated with the Dark Wizards Society. Claire sighed, "No wonder Amos has no fear, so it is." ”

Wren felt a little big.

If what Kolair said is right, the Dark Wizards Association is the largest gang organization in the Dragon Continent.

This gang can even argue with the government.

The worst thing is that those who can master this curse are the core members of the Dark Wizards Association, and they kill anyone who has a curse on sight......

"This is inexplicably involved with the strongest gang organization in the Dragon Continent!" Wren shook his head helplessly.

Thankfully, the curse only lasted a year, otherwise he would have thought about finding a place to hide.

But......

Wren's eyes narrowed suddenly, and a bloody color gradually spread under his eyes.

He now has the strength of the seventh order, and when he finishes absorbing the power of the flame spirit, he is afraid that he will not be far from the eighth order. If you can refine the power in the corpse of that red dragon, you may even be promoted to the ninth order.

In this way, whether it is the Demon World or the Dragon Continent, they are the people at the top of the pyramid, so why should they be afraid?

Why don't you attract those people and kill them all to become your own power!

The red under his eyes became more and more intense, and an irrepressible killing intent gushed out.

Claire stepped back in fear, looking at Wren as if he were facing a terrifying demon.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Klyell weakly.

Wren suddenly woke up.

Realizing his state, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"I thought this was the most convenient way to get power, but I didn't expect the will to kill to be so terrifying. Wren's eyes returned to clarity, but there was a deep worry in his heart.

"It's fine. He shook his head as if nothing had happened.

"Shall we go?" asked Kulaire in a whisper.

"Good. Wren nodded.

Since Klyre was Heidi's side, Wren didn't mind letting her follow him.

Half an hour later.

"Wait, we're not going to the Ghost Tribe here?" asked Kloelle.

"I'm going to have something. Wren replied lightly.

The demon world was full of dangers, and if he stayed here, he would inevitably continue to kill, so he thought about leaving after getting the meditation stone from the Horned Demon Tribe.

Claire struggled to follow Wren, hesitated for a long time, and finally did not dare to go alone.

She was full of fear about the world.

Along the way, they encountered many demons, all of which were killed by Wren.

During this time, Claire made several shots. Every time she kills a demon, she can be happy for most of the day, as if she has done something great.

Wren smiled secretly in his heart, and recognized this simple woman more and more.

He could see that Claire was not deeply involved in the world, and his hatred for those demons was as heartfelt as a textbook.

He occasionally inquired about Heidi, and Claire knew everything, and always cleverly knocked on Wren's past with Heidi.

It didn't take long for them to arrive outside the Horned Demon Tribe.

Seeing that Wren's destination was this Horned Demon Tribe, Kloel was really shocked.

Her legs trembled, and she almost thought Wren was an accomplice of the Trappers.

Fortunately, the reaction of the horned demons quickly overturned her suspicions.

Klyell's eyes widened in surprise at the respectful "master", and when she saw the other horned demons casting awe-inspiring glances at her, she actually felt a sense of absurd enjoyment of a fox and a fake tiger.

"Got the thing done?" Wren asked.

The Horned Demon Warlord Knox flattered, "It's all ready according to the master's orders." ”

Wren nodded in satisfaction, motioning for Claire to sit down, and followed Knox to the golden tent.

Claire had the heart to follow, but seeing that Wren ignored him, he had to sit in place, looking around curiously.

Wren appeared in the center of the golden tent, looking at the meditation stone that had been placed in the wooden box, and smiled with satisfaction.

A whole ****** box of meditation stones was enough for him to use for a long time, and maybe it could also exorcise the hidden dangers in his body at once.

"Good job!" he nodded at Knox.

Knox looked flattered: "It's my honor to be able to do things for my master. ”

He was about to shoot a few more words, and his eyes suddenly widened. (To be continued.) )