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Cana whispered to Oritana as she ate her favorite hash brown.

Probably because the shock caused by Aven's death was too great, and Oritana had only recovered a little in recent times.

Kanna also has the heart to use her knowledge of pharmacy to distract her.

Wren silently shoved the delicious meatloaf into his mouth, his eyes glazed over.

The one-eyed elf cat curled up to the side and jerked to its feet, its fur blowing up, and barking manically at Wren.

Elma, who had been paying attention to Wren, changed her expression suddenly, her body shook violently, and the plate in her hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

"What's wrong?" Karna looked up in confusion, and immediately saw that Wren's eyes were as red as blood, and a terrifying and brutal aura emanated from him, making Kanna feel like he was facing a vast sea of blood.

Olitana noticed this sudden change, and she looked up in a hurry, only to see Wren struggling, his body turning into an afterimage and disappearing.

"Basement!" Oritana snapped, and she hurried along.

Kana subconsciously clenched his fists and glanced at Irma, before the two got up and followed behind Oritana.

By the time they resisted the basement, it was already tens of seconds later.

A sound like the roar of a ferocious beast came, causing the three of them to change color in unison.

They stood outside the cell, looking at the man who was bound by chains, with his muscles exposed, and his face hideous, with mixed feelings.

All three of them could feel the terrifying aura of the violent disorder on Wren's body.

With the glittering of runes on the chains, coupled with the terrifying suppression coming from the cage, the three of them realized that if it weren't for the cell that Wren had built himself, he would definitely be able to easily wash this castle and even the surrounding city in blood.

Wren's voice was low and fierce, and his expression was crazy.

"Is this the enchantment?" Irma worried.

She realizes that Wren almost killed her in the past because of this instinct.

Unlike her, Kana and Oritana, who saw Wren for the first time, were even more shocked.

Meow ......

The one-eyed elf cat came out of nowhere, holding two keys in its mouth, and looked at its owner with pity.

Thanks to the various runes in the secret room, the movement here did not spread.

The crowd went from the shock of the first day to the worry of the second day...... Until the tenth day, I was a little numb.

Of course, compassion in the heart is indispensable.

Originally, because Wren didn't make a timely move, which led to Aven's death, and Kana and Oritana, who had always been a little resentful, gradually understood the reason: if Wren made a rash move, that day would be the end of the entire Dusk City!

This made them feel mixed feelings, and they felt more guilty about Wren.

After half a month, Wren's breath finally weakened.

He was in disarray, his breath was languishing, and he closed his eyes as if he were unconscious.

Irma tries to open the cell and release him, but is viciously blocked by the one-eyed elf cat.

The next day, Wren woke up, went crazy again, and passed out completely.

This time, the one-eyed elf cat jumped over first, and with great dexterity opened the cell, dragging the half-dead Wren to the ground.

Irma went to the city on an errand, and Olitana took Wren out. She didn't hesitate to wipe his body, and then mouth-to-mouth fed Wren, who had almost stopped breathing, some liquid food.

She did it meticulously, as if she was doing something very holy and solemn.

Irma came back at night, helplessly looking at Oritana, who had been robbed of her job, and aggrieved not to speak.

Two days later, Wren finally woke up.

His brain was slightly confused, and he looked at the figure in front of him in confusion, waiting for a long time before he came to his senses.

"Oritana?" he began, feeling a burning pain in his throat ripping.

He couldn't help but grin, feeling the air he exhaled with heat.

There seemed to be a faint smile in Oritana's eyes, and she sighed faintly for a while.

"I'll get you something to eat. She turned around.

Irma took the opportunity to walk up to Wren aggrievedly and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel about your adult?"

"How long has it been?" Wren asked rhetorically.

"Nineteen days. Irma looked inexplicable, "It's Miss Oritana who is taking care of you these days. ”

Wren nodded.

Four days later, Wren fully recovered.

He swept away his fatigue, and his mental strength was a little stronger.

The one-eyed elf cat is inseparable from Wren, and there is a deep worry in the one-eyed one-eye.

Rennes are in poor form indeed.

In his sea of consciousness, the desire to kill shone like a sun, causing several of the witchcraft models to collapse.

These witchcraft models are ordinary witchcraft that are not very powerful, but they are quite easy to use.

Now that they're all affected by the desire to kill, you can imagine how bad Wren's situation is.

I don't know if he was stimulated by his body, the forty-nine inheritance illusions in his sea of consciousness inexplicably opened twelve again, reaching a total of nineteen.

However, these twelve inheritance illusions are all powerful inheritance witchcraft or spells, and they are not what Wren urgently needs right now.

The mighty Great Lich probably didn't anticipate Wren's current situation.

Time was running out, and Wren had to hurry.

......

Basement.

Looking at the horrible corpse like a hill, Cana, Oritana, and Irma all had a hard time breathing.

"Oh my God, it's a full dragon claw!" shouted after a while.

Oritana looked at Wren with sparkling eyes and swallowed heavily.

Only Elma's eyes flickered, not knowing what she was thinking.

That dragon claw was more than three meters tall and nearly six meters long, and one could imagine how terrifying a complete dragon corpse was.

There was a completed dragon corpse lying in Wren's spatial ring, but the four claws were not cut off.

The incision is flat, and blood flows out at the slightest touch.

Wren used a special wooden barrel to pick up the dragon blood that flowed down, and listened to the frantic speech of Kana on the side: "Dragon blood can be made into bloodline potions, dragon meat can be made into precious meals, and dragon scales and dragon tendons can be made into valuable battle armor...... Dwarves are the best at these things, well, I happen to know a guy who might be able to ask him for help. ”

Wren listened to Canna's words, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Does he know the dwarves?

But think about it, the Dragon Grace Continent is vast, and there are legends in the jungle that there are traces of elves, and it is not surprising that the dwarves are not surprising.

He coughed lightly and said, "Daddy Kanna, can you help me make the bloodline potion first." ”

"Of course. Cana came back to his senses and smiled awkwardly.

The castle was busy. (To be continued.) )