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The sense of coercion coming from the depths of the cave grew stronger.

The Dark Shadow passed through a stone door, and finally saw the source of the snoring, which was a troll lying on the ground and snoring.

This troll's appearance is not much different from other trolls, but the momentum exuded from its body is stronger.

"Just a first-order troll lord. "Dark Shadow, disappointment flashed across your illusory face, and you turned and quietly left.

Almost all the suspicious caves were explored, and even two first-order troll lords were discovered, but no trace of the Shviks was found, which made Wren a little anxious.

According to his speculation, the Shvik will be promoted in the next few days, and when it reaches the third rank, even if Wren sneaks up, it is likely that it will be useless.

Time will not wait for him.

Suddenly, Wren's eyes flashed as he thought of the creature being held up as food by the trolls.

"Those guys should know something, you can ask them. ”

"You can't rush in, otherwise it will cause panic and make a movement and be discovered by the trolls. ”

Time flies.

Trolls are constantly coming out of the caverns, taking lazy naps or fighting over food.

No troll spotted the dark shadow that lurked in a corner.

Observing Dark Shadow, a troll with a large belly clutches a bone club and walks towards a stone cave where food is kept.

After a few words of conversation with the two trolls guarding the door, the troll guard opened the door of the cave, reached out and grabbed a demon with two horns in his head, and threw it to the ground.

The two-horned demon breath was dying, and he was hit on the head by the troll with a stick, and his mouth was closed in an instant.

Wren shook his head secretly.

After several hours of waiting, a total of six trolls came to the outside of the cell to ask for food, and only three succeeded.

The few who didn't succeed didn't dare to make a fuss, but instead hit the idea on the other trolls who got the food.

Wren watched with amusement.

He guessed that the troll tribe should collect "food" and distribute it to the trolls according to certain standards, and the food distributed was obviously not enough for these big stomachs.

After Wren's long wait, a ninth-order troll who had lost one of his ears led a "food" from it.

It was a dark elf girl, and she let out a weak and fearful cry as she was pulled out by the troll.

The one-eared troll took her under his armpit without mercy and walked towards his cave.

Two trolls guarding the door pointed at it and let out a weird laugh.

The other hungry trolls noticed the fierce eyes of the one-eared troll and timidly retreated.

The voice of the Dark Elf Maiden was filled with desperation.

Wren's expression became very strange.

Especially after noticing the bulging animal skin under the one-eared troll's crotch, he felt even more absurd.

This reminded him of some news on the earth, it is said that the shepherds of Europe often go into the sheepfold to attack the lamb at night when the night is dark and windy......

This one-eared troll with a special taste is very strong, and there is a faint tendency to be promoted.

The one-eared troll enters his cavern and blocks the entrance with a large wooden plank.

The dark elf girl's voice faded.

"It seems that the IQ of trolls has something to do with their strength. Wren thought to himself.

Under his control, the shadow of darkness turned into a wisp of black light that burrowed through the cracks in the planks into the cavern.

Wren's consciousness was attached to the Dark Shadow, and he saw the one-eared troll rudely throw the Dark Elf Maiden to the ground.

Immediately, it tore open the animal skin around its waist, revealing a thing comparable to an adult's arm, which was proud.

The dying Dark Elf girl howled even more in fear.

The one-eared troll looked indifferent and threw himself at the Dark Elf Maiden.

The Dark Elf Maiden Tinuvir felt a sense of despair like never before.

Although she had anticipated the outcome of being eaten when she was captured by the trolls, she never thought that everything was really as terrifying as the other female elf in the dungeon said.

Not only do trolls eat them, but some trolls with special hobbies use them as sexual tools!

She felt pain at the thought of such a filthy beast taking possession of her holy body and then tearing it up and eating it.

"Great Elven Goddess, if you can hear my prayers, please let me return to your heavenly kingdom......" Tinuville's eyelashes fluttered, and intense sadness flashed in her eyes.

She was so annoyed that she wanted to die, she knew that she should have obeyed the female elf's direct suicide, and she would not suffer today's insults.

Under her desperate gaze, the one-eared troll lunged at her, stinking saliva dripping from its sharp fangs.

The troll pounced on Tinuvel, and was about to tear off her clothes to satisfy the impulse in her body, when she suddenly felt a chill coming from behind her.

Tears rolled in her eyes, and Tinuvel's expression was stunned.

She saw a dark shadow behind the one-eared troll.

The dark shadow condensed and became a human form. It's just that the face is illusory, and you can't see the specific appearance.

Under Tinuvel's incredulous gaze, the figure exploded, turning into a cloud of black mist that covered the troll's back.

Immediately, she saw that the terrible troll's body was melting inch by inch.

When the one-eared troll turned his head, half of his body had melted away.

There was indescribable horror in its eyes.

Its horror freezes, and its body is corroded into nothingness.

The black mist recondensed and turned into a figure.

Tinuvel opened his mouth several times, but he felt a terrible dryness in his throat.

It was a tough troll, and he was killed so easily.

Looking at the dark shadow in front of her, her expression changed, and she couldn't guess what it was.

Although the Dark Shadow is not very aggressive, it is relatively similar to the existence of the same level. Killing a ninth-order troll couldn't be easier.

It has its own consciousness, but it has been taken over by Wren, so standing by Tinuville's side at the moment is equivalent to Wren.

Under Tinuville's gaze, Wren spoke, asking in the language of the Dark Elves, who was not very proficient, "Can you speak?"

Tinuvier's expression froze, and then his face showed a deep joy, and he asked weakly, "Are you sent by the tribe to rescue me?"

Wren shook his head: "It's just a matter of doing it, I'm afraid Priest Avena doesn't know your situation yet." ”

Without waiting for the dark elf girl in front of him to speak, Wren quickly asked, "Do you know where the Shviks are?"

"Shviks?" Tinuvel repeated, his face changing abruptly, "you're here for it?"

Wren bowed.

Tinoville's lips trembled, as if he had thought of some terrible memory.

Her complexion changed several times before she spoke, "It won't come back until night." ”

"Come back in the evening?" Wren frowned.

If that's the case, it's a bit of a problem.

Tinuville bit her lip and said a piece of news that surprised Wren.