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Wren's eyelashes trembled slightly, his breath was like nothing, and the murderous aura on his body gradually disappeared.

It wasn't until the next morning that he opened his eyes.

A very light red glow flashed from his eyes, and Wren slowly got up.

He exhaled softly and set his gaze to the west.

"More meditation stones must be found as soon as possible. Wren's eyes narrowed, and the murderous aura unconsciously escaped.

He could feel that with the killing frenzy of these days, a frenzied will was infecting him, making him unconsciously want to indulge in it.

Maybe it was like this a long time ago, but at that time he was weak, so he didn't feel it deeply.

In any case, meditation alleviates this state.

"You can consider doing something to the Horned Demon Tribe. Wren thought to himself.

He vaguely felt that Girulam knew this, otherwise he wouldn't have taught him meditation, and perhaps the affairs of the Horned Demon Tribe were also expected by the lich.

Eating the dried meat that had been prepared long ago, Wren stretched out and walked out of the forest known as the Death Jedi.

Due to Wren's deliberate actions before, he is now seven or eight hundred kilometers away from the Horned Demon Tribe, and it will take at least a few days to walk there normally.

However, these are not difficult for Wren.

By the time he walked out of the forest, his face had changed dramatically, with gray scales growing on his delicate skin, red eyes, and a short brown horn on his forehead.

From the outside, he is no different from an ordinary horned demon.

His mental fluctuations are chaotic and bloodthirsty, and he is no different from a demon.

This is a new inheritance of witchcraft that Wren has obtained from Giruram, a reinvented illusion to be exact.

Unless the strength surpasses him, it is impossible to see through it at all.

Wren even suspected that all of this he had done was under the plans of the terrifying Great Lich.

As he went, the flowers and trees fluttered in a pleasant way.

From time to time, Wren paused to communicate with the plants and get the message he wanted.

Not long after, he "encountered" a group of demons based on the messages from these plants.

There are about twenty of these demons in total, most of them are of the eighth or ninth order, the races are mixed, and the leader is a first-order serpentine demon general.

Wren's presence caused the demons to pause and look at him with scrutinizing eyes.

"A seventh-order horned demon. A demonized ox-body man urn said in an urn.

"What are you doing here, little one, there's a dead place around here!" a Blood Fiend said coldly.

Wren pretended to be cowardly and took a half step back, saying, "I'm a ...... of the Brino tribe."

His face showed outright hatred: "It's all that Terran wizard, and everyone in our tribe has been killed by him!"

The demons on the opposite side looked at each other and nodded slightly.

The Brino tribe has four kinds of demons mixed together, and it is the last tribe that Wren destroys, and all the more than 3,000 demons in it are killed by him.

"How did you escape?" asked the demonized oxman.

Wren whispered: "I went out hunting a few days ago, and I came back late, and I happened to see that scene......"

The demons believed him, after all, the Brino tribe was not far from here. They came here to stab the wizard who had recently caused a lot of panic and was dubbed the "executioner".

"In that case, you can join us. The Serpentine Demon Warlord spoke coldly.

"Yes, join us in killing that executioner and avenge your people!" said a woman shrouded in black mist.

She's not a woman, she's a notorious pain banshee!

Under the gaze of these demons, Wren nodded slowly but decisively.

"What's your name, good fellow?" asked the demonized oxman.

Wren looked at the strange body of the demonized ox man and said, "My name is Nunuda. ”

After a little conversation, he pretended to be casual and asked, "That Terran wizard is very strong, can we beat him?"

He glanced at the Serpentine Demon Warlord with a suspicious gaze.

"Hmph, you don't know this, since we dare to play the banner of 'executioner killer', we naturally have a secret weapon. The Banshee of Pain spoke, her tone cold and full of murderous intent.

Wren glanced at her slightly, wondering to himself that this should be the fish that slipped through the net of the clan of the Pain Banshee that he had killed.

"What secret weapon?" Wren asked curiously.

......

The demons didn't know if they were overconfident or too stupid, and they were unwary of some of Wren's tentative words.

Under Wren's careful inquiry, he quickly figured out the reason.

They were the only group that wanted to take action against Rennes, the "executioner". The reason is simple, these members of them have more or less a grudge against Wren. Or a friend was killed by Wren, or a loved one died at Wren's hands.

In this way, it seems as if Wren is really a heinous villain.

However, at the sight of their lunch, the little sympathy in Wren's heart disappeared.

"Would you like some?" said the demonized oxboid, kindly handing Wren a large piece of meat.

Enduring the nausea, Wren suppressed the desire to kill in his heart and said, "No, I'm not feeling well. ”

"It's very fresh human flesh. The demonized oxman said, shoving the arm taken from the human body into his mouth and clattering it.

The lunch of these demons is a three-man frozen one!

After waiting for them to finish eating, Wren asked the demonized ox man, "Brother Tatari, is that secret weapon really so powerful that it can ignore the wizard's defenses?"

"Of course," Tatari said, "it's a treasure left over from 10,000 years ago, and we don't have much left in the entire demon world. ”

Wren was skeptical.

If it was really such a powerful secret weapon, that little first-order snake demon warrior shouldn't have been kept.

However, the destination of these guys is the same as his own, the nearest Kanas City, so Wren doesn't bother to verify their authenticity.

Daylight is slanted.

There were more than 20 demons in total, and they finally arrived outside Kanas City.

Before they could enter the city, a team of more than a dozen fierce demons appeared outside the city.

"That's my friend, come and greet everyone. The leader of the small team, a snake-like demon warlord named Snerak, said.

Wren sensed that something was not right, and the demons did not look like they were greeting guests, but rather like they were examining the goods.

His gaze was fixed on a mysterious man covered in a black cloak.

Although the opponent's aura was extremely restrained, Wren could still tell that the other party was not a demon, but a human.

The demon's mental fluctuations are chaotic and bloodthirsty, and the strength may be somewhat restrained, but the human race is completely different.

"How can there be a Terran, what do they want to do?"

A hint of confusion flashed in Wren's eyes. (To be continued.) )