The lich's silence made Wren feel tighter. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In his mind, the lich is a bunch of out-and-out madmen, and it wouldn't be good if they suddenly went crazy and wanted to kill themselves.

Under Wren's apprehensive gaze, the lich's red eyes glowed again, and an almost muttered voice sounded in Wren's mind: "I didn't expect it...... It's been so long. ”

Wren was silent.

"Little one, you're in luck. He said abruptly to Wren.

Wren looked at the guy strangely and inexplicably.

"Tell me about the outside world, it's ...... About this Dragon Continent. He said.

Wren organized the language and opened his mouth to tell everything he knew about the Dragonn Continent.

The strange lich was not as cold and unforgiving as the legend suggests, and he interjected from time to time with some questions.

In this way, after a long time, when Tinuville, who was lying on the ground in disarray, let out a slight snoring sound, Wren, who had a protest voice in his stomach, stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" asked the lich who called himself Giruram.

"It's been a long day and I need to get out of here and get something to eat. Wren said.

Girouram nodded knowingly, "I forgot, you're still human. ”

Wren looked at Girouram warily, for fear that the other party would not agree to his departure.

What reassured him a little was that Girourum bowed his head without hesitation: "Yes, but I still have a lot of questions if you want to come here in a day." ”

"I won't let you come for nothing, and I will definitely be satisfied with what I have paid. He said.

The corners of Wren's mouth turned bitter.

Stay with a lich that no one likes.

This idea of his was quickly shattered.

Under Wren's gaze, Girunam suddenly made a move on the red-faced demon parasitic on the Shviks. In an instant, circles of red rays peeled off the troll's body, condensing into a monster with teeth and claws.

Giruram's eyes were gloomy, and his right hand suddenly raised, and in an instant, he saw the red-faced demon's body twist and let out a howl of pain.

Wren watched all of this in amazement, and he couldn't help but shudder until the powerful lich easily condensed the red-faced demon into a drop of bright red essence blood.

The red-faced demon had at least the strength of a fifth-order demon warrior in its heyday, and even if its strength was damaged due to physical injury, it also had second-order strength at this moment, and it was by no means so easy to deal with.

Now that he had been so easily killed by Giruram and condensed into a drop of blood, Wren was in an indescribable horror.

"His strength is definitely more than that of a ninth-order blood crystal wizard!" Wren subconsciously took a half step back.

He had a strong intuition that even the strange tree in the sea of consciousness might not be able to fight against the lich in front of him.

This sudden instinct made Wren break out in a cold sweat.

"When you say it, this is your reward for staying with me for so long. A voice suddenly rang out.

Wren looked up in surprise, and saw a little red light growing in front of him, and in an instant, it shot through his eyebrows.

Rumble!

A powerful burst of energy burst out, and Wren's consciousness was drawn into the sea of consciousness.

He looked up at the drop of essence blood that was as dazzling as the red sun, but he was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

He knew that this was the blood of the red-faced demon, and that it contained the powerful abilities he had always dreamed of, but he didn't know how to absorb it.

"Communicate with the Witch Tree in your sea of consciousness, and it will help you do what you want. Girulam's voice suddenly broke into Wren's consciousness.

Wren was stunned and looked around, but there was no sign of the lich.

Suddenly remembering the other party's words, it made him have unprecedentedly complex emotions, some curious, some shocked...... And fear!

"How could he know about the strange tree in my sea of consciousness, and ...... Why did he call it the Witch Tree?"

One doubt after another arose in Wren's mind, confusing his brain.

It was a long time before he came to his senses, staring at the strange tree in disbelief, trying to communicate with it.

But no matter what he said, the strange tree remained unmoved.

"Shake it with sincerity, with the power of your mind, and imagine that it is your only god!" said Girourum's voice again.

Wren shut up, his eyes revealing a mixed glow.

He tried to show kindness to the strange tree with sincerity, as Girourum had said, and conveyed to it that he wanted to merge the essence of blood.

I don't know how long it took, a slight wind sounded, and Wren's body trembled, and he looked at the strange tree in surprise.

A green line emerged from the new sprout of the strange tree, and shrouded it towards the red-faced demon spirit blood suspended in the air.

After being wrapped in the green thread, the blood droplets exploded, and streams of mysterious energy poured into every inch of Wren's sea of consciousness.

The diamond-shaped crystal suspended in it was suddenly dyed with a dazzling red glow, and a feeling of blood connection came out of it, and Wren clearly felt the changes in his body.

"As long as I have a little bit of life left, I can recover little by little through it. ”

Feeling this, Wren's entire heart filled with excitement.

Although he had thought about the ability of the red-faced demon before, he knew that the probability of obtaining this power was very small.

Not to mention that there is no suitable thing for extracting bloodline preparations here, the chance of successful extraction alone is very small, not to mention that the mysterious ability of "nirvana" may not be obtained from bloodline preparations.

This can be seen from the fact that no one in the history of the Dragon Continent has ever obtained such a strange ability.

Now that he can easily get it, Wren has the illusion that he is unreal.

"You can feel it, 'Nirvana' is a kind of blood crystal sorcery that can barely reach the eye. Girouram's voice came.

Wren withdrew from the Sea of Consciousness, looked at the lich opposite, bowed and said, "Thank you." ”

Giruram seemed a little surprised, and was silent before speaking: "It's just a trivial matter. ”

After a few seconds of hesitation, Wren asked, "What are you talking about the witch tree?"

Giruram floated silently to the throne, put his two seemingly nonexistent hands on the armrests, and said lightly: "I'll know when you come tomorrow." ”

"How am I here?" Wren finally couldn't help but ask.

The temptation of power allowed him to abandon his fear of the Lich for a while.

Besides, Wren knew that with the strength of this lich, if he really had a plot against him, he would not be able to escape at all.

What's more, the other party doesn't seem to have anything to covet from him.

With the strength of his soul, it was just a dispensable meal for Girourum. It's impossible for a lich to take away his body, so according to Wren's guess, this guy has really been bored for too long.

Although Girouram did not speak, Wren clearly felt the smugness of the other party.

He couldn't help but feel embarrassed and said, "I trust you." ”

"Greed is really the original sin of mankind. Girouram's voice came out faintly.