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His eyes flashed, and he was in a ********.

The walls of the hall are paved with gold, and the floor is covered with a rich carpet, topped with sporadic gems.

"I've heard that you Terrans like these things very much, how about it, isn't it?" Ogilvama asked Wren with a puffed heart.

Wren glanced down at the smug old goblin and pouted imperceptibly.

The two of them were polite and polite, and Wren said: "The goblin clan has survived here for tens of thousands of years, so there should be a map sorted out, can I take a look?"

Ogilvima's eyebrows twitched, and his lips squirmed.

Wren clearly saw his reluctance.

In addition to their cowardly nature, the goblins are most criticized for their stingy nature.

On the continent of Dragon, people often use the metaphor of "goblins in human skin" when describing greedy merchants.

Wren knew this, so as he spoke, his eyes pressed into the old goblin, and the vast spiritual power was unabashedly released.

Ogilvima's slightly open mouth immediately closed, and a wrinkled green face was full of tangles.

"You need something in exchange!" said the old goblin through gritted teeth.

The look on his face told Wren that this was the biggest concession he could make.

Wren shrugged: "As long as I can get it, it's fine." ”

"Help me kill someone. There was a hint of cunning in the old goblin's eyes.

Wren caught his expression in an instant, and realized that he had been fooled by this guy.

Goblins are also notoriously cunning.

"Who," Wren asked with a frown, "I'm too strong for me to care." ”

His subtext is that he doesn't mind if he can kill it easily.

"A damn troll," Ogilwima gritted his teeth, "he ate a few of our goblin tribe's warriors......"

"Strength?" Wren interrupted.

"Second-Order Troll Lord. The old goblin replied, and said in a demagogic tone, "The troll's abilities are good, and you may be able to draw its magic from its blood." ”

A second-order troll lord, equivalent to a second-order blood crystal wizard.

Wren thought to himself, if he was careful, it would not be difficult to kill such a troll.

As for the troll magic method that Ogilvimar said, Wren was a little interested.

The greatest talent of the trolls is their appetite, and there is almost nothing they can't eat. Even dead trolls are eaten by their companions.

According to the simple thinking of trolls, everything that dies is food, and what is alive that can be killed is also food.

The most terrifying thing is that trolls can draw power from the food they eat.

This ability to draw power is their innate spell called Devouring.

This ability is difficult to graft, and even in the long history of the Dragon Grace Continent, only one wizard has ever obtained it through the bloodline preparation of a troll.

But there is no doubt that this ability is very tempting.

Even if Wren has the strange tree in the sea of consciousness, he is full of anticipation for the devouring power.

After all, the troll's devouring is mainly boosted by physical strength, and physical strength is precisely the weakness of wizards, and it is also something that the strange tree has never fed back to Wren.

Driving the greed from his mind, Wren said solemnly: "You take me there." ”

A smile appeared on Ogilvima's lips, eager to let Wren kill the goblin clan immediately, but reserved to invite Wren to taste the food.

Looking at the black worms that kept wriggling like earthworms on the golden plate, Wren felt sick in his heart.

"This is the Centroid, a very tasty food, I heard that it is hard to find in the Dragon Continent," Ogilvima said proudly, "It is the staple food of our goblins!"

"Would you like to have a taste, Mr. Wizard?" the old goblin grabbed a worm with his hand.

The bug wriggled and turned its head between his fingers, spitting a little black liquid into the thick palm.

Wren resisted the urge to vomit and shook his head, "Let's kill that troll as soon as possible." ”

Ogilvima shoved the worm into her mouth, narrowed her eyes in enjoyment, and from time to time stuck out her tongue to lick off the black liquid that came out of the corner of her mouth.

Hearing Wren's words, his eyes widened in disbelief and exclaimed, "You can't be a picky eater, right? God, you don't like delicious geocentric worms, how boring your life must be." ”

"Try one. Ogilvima pinched a finger-long worm and sent it to Wren, swearing, "You will be conquered by its deliciousness." ”

Wren kicked him away and said coldly, "My time is precious. ”

The old goblin patted his ass aggrievedly: "Okay, okay, I'll take you there." ”

He pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice, "What an uninformed bun." ”

"Huh?" Wren's eyes widened.

Ogilvima laughed and shut up.

In the center of the hall was a golden rune with Wren and Ogilvima standing side by side. Seeing an obscure energy flash on the old goblin's body, Wren was pulled by a special force and arrived in the main hall again.

The heart of reincarnation stood in front of him, spinning on its own.

The goblins are busy in the heart of reincarnation.

Wren then noticed that those goblins were carrying all kinds of strange tools in their hands, knocking on those gears, and constantly having special energy transform from the goblins and the heart of reincarnation.

The appearance of the two made the hall quiet, and the reacting goblins greeted the Great Elder eagerly, and cast curious eyes at Wren.

Ogilvima nodded solemnly and shouted at a red-bearded goblin, "Runada, come here." ”

Redbeard, who was fiddling with a sledgehammer, jumped off the heart of reincarnation and trotted over and said, "Great Elder, what do you command?"

Wren glanced at Runada, curiosity flashing in his eyes.

Unlike other goblins, this guy is a whopping 1.3 meters tall.

Standing in front of Wren, he was a small man, but compared to other goblins who were only about a meter long, Runada was undoubtedly a giant.

His skin wasn't as green as the other goblins, his nose was huge, and the muscles on his arms were bulging thicker than Wren's thighs.

"Runada has dwarven blood in him. Ogilvima explained lightly to the confused Wren.

Wren was stunned.

Dwarves are creatures of the demon world that once ruled the world before the demons came.

"It's funny how different races can intermarry and have children. Wren thought to himself.

Ogwima turned his gaze to Runada and asked, "Do you know where the Shviks are?"

"The Troll Lord?" Runada changed color slightly, "I've been keeping an eye on him, I just caught a lone Blood Demon back to the territory in the morning, and now I'm probably sleeping." ”

Ogilvima bowed his head, turned to Wren and said, "Do you go straight over, or wait for him to be alone?"

"Tell me about the Troll Tribe. Wren spoke.

Runada took over the topic and said, "There are a total of three major lords in the troll tribe, more than three thousand ordinary trolls, the strongest troll lord Shvik has second-order strength, and the others are all first-order ......"

"On weekdays, they sleep or fight in the territory, and they only run out when they have nothing to eat, these guys do whatever they want for food, and even demons dare to eat ......"

"The creatures around that can be eaten are either eaten or scared away, and now that Shvik bastard has hit us goblins, and every day there are trolls squatting outside, these brainless foodies!

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, ignoring the old goblin's hints to him, and finishing the words in his heart in one breath.

Wren's expression became playful.