After Girouram uttered those inexplicable words, he pointed at Wren. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A mysterious energy suddenly struck, and before Wren could resist, he found that there was an extra black semicircular mark on the back of his hand.

"Use your mental power to manipulate the Lich Mark and allow you to come to me at any time. Giruram said lightly, "Of course, it also allows me to sense your position." ”

Wren suddenly wanted to slap himself.

As soon as his thoughts were born, he felt a flicker in front of his eyes, and he reappeared in the center of the main hall of the troll territory.

The throne was gone, and he was standing on the stone platform at this moment.

There was a commotion in the hall, with at least seven or eight trolls fighting. Wren could see clearly that they were snatching a demon's thigh.

The three guard trolls outside the cave where the "food" was held disappeared, and from time to time screams rang out from inside the cave, and a thick smell of blood mixed with a foul smell came to the nostrils.

At the same time as Wren appeared, a scream suddenly sounded in his ears, followed by a pair of cold hands that gripped his arms tightly.

Looking helplessly at the dark elf girl beside him, Wren frowned and said, "Don't be afraid. ”

When Tinuvier heard Wren's voice, he felt inexplicably frightened. She looked at Wren embarrassedly, and let go of Wren's arm with some reluctance.

The noisy trolls also spotted Wren's uninvited guest, and bloodthirsty eyes were cast at Wren.

However, none of the trolls acted rashly, because two trolls had already come out of the cave.

These two trolls are not much different from the other people of the same race, but the momentum on their bodies is completely different, giving people a terrifying deterrent like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

They are the two remaining Troll Lords of the Troll Tribe!

Tinuville shuddered and cautiously stepped behind Wren.

Wren looked at the two unscrupulous trolls and suddenly grinned.

Troll Lords weren't as stupid as ordinary trolls, they instinctively felt danger when they saw Wren's smile, but they didn't have time to react when they saw a flash of fire fly by.

Boom! Boom!

The flames enveloped the two troll lords together with a huge amount of energy, allowing them to go on a rampage.

After a few seconds, the two trolls turned into a cloud of ashes.

This scene was tantamount to the end of the world for those ordinary trolls, and the terrified roars and scattered figures were endless, and the entire hall was in chaos.

"Kill them all!" said Tinovir's face with a bitter hatred.

Wren glanced at her lightly: "Now that it's safe, you can go home." ”

Tinuville asked Wren, "Won't you kill them?"

Wren shrugged: "Too lazy to do it." ”

He suddenly remembered a joke on Earth, and said, "Trolls are trolls, and if I kill them all, wouldn't their mothers be very sad?"

Tinuvel looked at Wren like a madman, and only smiled bitterly for a while: "That's right, they haven't eaten your relatives anyway." ”

Looking at the tears in the eyes of this dark elf girl, and the resolute back, even though he knew that he didn't need to help these creatures kill all the trolls, Wren still felt an inexplicable guilt.

"Am I a good person by nature?" Wren thought to him.

Several caves continue to appear in the midst of demonic elves, goblins, or other creatures that are embarrassed and even missing arms and legs. When they saw Wren standing on the stone platform, they all showed awe and quickly left.

"Wait. Wren spoke suddenly.

Whether they understood him or not, the survivors stopped and looked back at him.

In particular, the four demons looked at Wren with fear in their eyes.

"Am I like a good person?" Wren asked, pointing to his nose. At the same time, the sentence was repeated in the language of the dark elves.

The survivors looked at each other.

Just when these survivors didn't know what to say, they suddenly saw a terrifying momentum passing through Wren's body, and a strange black bird with a terrifying heat shot out of Wren's arm and came to them.

The strange bird split into four, turned into four daggers, and landed in front of the four demons.

"Am I a good person?" Wren asked again.

The four demons trembled, and they all felt intense fear.

Wren snorted, and a dagger flew out, slicing the demon's neck and incinerating his body into ashes.

"You vile and shameless wizard!" the other demon roared angrily.

Click!

Wren also let him follow in the former's footsteps.

"Shameless wizard!" "Kill if you want, you wizards have always been like this anyway!"

The other two surviving demons had red eyes and glared angrily at Wren.

The hatred engraved in their bones made them realize that Wren could not let them go, and they went crazy to try to take advantage of their words before they died.

"I'm not a bad guy. Wren's eyes narrowed, and his mind flickered, and the last two demons also turned into ashes.

The rest of the elves and goblins all looked at Wren in horror, fearing that the mysterious Terran wizard would kill them if they didn't agree with each other.

Wren waved his hand: "Aren't you going yet, are you waiting for those trolls to come back?"

"You......" a dark elf said in a trembling voice.

"I am good friends with your Priest Lilith. Wren grinned.

A few dark elves let out a long sigh of relief: since they are acquaintances, it will be easy to do.

The goblins, who were already timid by nature, trembled, and their green skin was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

"I'll go with you to the goblin tribe. Wren grinned at the goblins.

His smile sent shivers down the spine of several goblins.

"Is this trying to kill our goblin tribe as well?" the goblins looked at each other, both seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

But none of the goblins dared to refuse, and even thought in their hearts how to wait for the tribe to let themselves escape first.

The Dark Elves looked at the trembling goblins with disdain and saluted respectfully goodbye to Wren.

Following the cave, Wren soon walked outside.

It was at the foot of a low hill, and as soon as Wren went out, he saw trolls scattered and fleeing, and even these trolls were blind to the "food" that was close in front of him.

A few goblins let out a sneering sigh of relief, but when they noticed Wren's gaze, they became stunned again.

Wren felt it carefully, and he couldn't detect the breath of the old goblin Ogilvimar at all, and immediately understood that this guy had already escaped.

I'm afraid he didn't think he would come out alive. The corners of Wren's mouth curled into a mocking smile.

He took the lead in the direction of the goblin tribe, and several goblins behind him followed him step by step, their reluctant expressions as if they were going to the execution ground.

"If anyone continues to walk behind me early, I don't mind giving him to the trolls for lunch. Wren said lightly.

For a while, a few goblins competed for me to lead the way for Wren.