Wren initially thought the rancid smell was coming from the kobold, but when the kobold actually approached him, he realized that it wasn't. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The main thing is that he felt a strong fluctuation of energy in that rancid breath, and his intuition told him that there must be something good to surprise him, and the kobold obviously did not have this condition. What's more, although the smell on the kobold is not good, it is different from that smell, and it lacks the rotten smell that goes straight to the bottom of people's hearts.

As time passed, the smell grew stronger, and Wren was able to capture the heart-warming smell mixed with the rancid stench more clearly. It all intensified, and it wasn't until the haze, which the hunting party called the Misty Swamp, appeared, that he woke up.

Misty Swamp ......

Wren was stunned for a moment, and quickly came to his senses. On the face of it, it seems to be true. Wherever the brilliant colored mist passed, the waterfall broke off, the hard rock turned into flowing black dirt, and the orc warship, which had just risen to the middle of the cliff, seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and fell with a bang. The kobolds, who had never suffered such a change before, screamed in horror as they saw themselves crash into the black swamp with the warship. A few lucky kobolds emerged from the mudflow, let out a helpless scream, and were soon buried by the swamp.

Wren's eyes flickered, and his face was filled with a different kind of brilliance, faintly surprised, and more excited.

The hunting party was no stranger to this, and while shouting "Misty Swamp" in horror, they took something green from their pockets and wiped it between their mouths and noses, and put a fan-shaped gray leaf at their feet in a panicked and orderly manner.

Seeing Wren's expression, Marat's movements froze slightly, revealing a contemplative look. The others did not have his knowledge, and ignored the fishy smell of the green thing, and after "arming" themselves in embarrassment, they looked at Wren strangely. McTusen hesitated, handed Wren a spare green bottle and two of those strange leaves, and exclaimed, "Apply Kryludor guano to save you from being stunned by the miasma, and the leaves of this floating tree to avoid falling into the swamp!"

In the face of his kind reminder, Wren smiled and shook his head. Seeing that the colored miasma was about to strike, Wren suddenly closed his eyes.

"Is he looking for death?" many people thought. Even some of those who are grateful to Wren for saving them from kobolds have such malicious thoughts. But what followed was a deep sadness and anguish.

No one knows the Misty Swamp better than they live in this two-headed dragon forest. They all grew up listening to legends about the Misty Swamp, which their fathers described as a terrible thing that devoured everything, even more terrifying than a king-level magical beast. Everywhere it passed, rivers, forests, and rocky grounds, it turned into black swamps that could engulf all living things, and the miasma could kill the strongest of the strongest with a shallow breath. The most desperate thing is not these, because whether it is the swamp or the poisonous gas, they have a way to deal with it, but the psychedelic mood of the swamp can make all the creatures that enter it unable to get out and be trapped in life and death. They had encountered it once decades ago, and that time there were more than forty people in the hunting party, and if it hadn't been for Andy the Stone Demon Monkey who appeared at a critical moment and pointed them in the direction, I am afraid that they would have been buried in it like their fathers.

As soon as he thought of this, some people became angry with Wren. Since the last time he identified Andy, the mischievous monkey had disappeared for a long time, probably having left the tribe. It's just that no one dares to speak, after all, Wren's strength makes them feel palpitations, but there are many people who maliciously curse Wren to die in their hearts.

Seeing Wren so desperate, Siegal shouted at him, "Hey, wizard, I know you're strong, but it's a misty swamp!"

His kind reminder was answered by Ray's smile, but Wren didn't move.

The rock giant whined in fear and crouched to the ground with his head in his hands.

Swish!

The colored mist finally hit, and it immediately overwhelmed everyone. Everyone suddenly felt their bodies sway, and the dirt under their feet floated. The Kryludor guano smeared on their nose and mouth allowed them to ignore the poisonous gas in the mist, but the rancid stench still made them almost vomit. Someone looked down and saw the flowing black dirt, and screamed, and they saw dense black bugs in the dirt!

Only Marat kept staring at Wren, and in his gaze, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared in front of Wren. In that colored mist, a trace of red and white qi was constantly extracted, turned into a surging tide, and submerged into Wren's body.

Gradually, others noticed Wren's abnormality. These people supported each other, forgot about the crisis under their feet, and looked at Wren dumbfounded. As time went on, they were pleasantly surprised to find that the fog had thinned out a lot, and the suffocating stench had diminished considerably. Half an hour later, the ground beneath their feet returned to normal, and the black bugs disappeared, as if it had been just an illusion.

Call......

As Wren let out a breath, a white arrow flew out, shattering the rocks in the distance.

Wren shook hands, feeling the energy that was far greater than before, and there was an irrepressible joy in his heart. This misty swamp, which is regarded by everyone as a demon, is essentially a collection of various energy elements. All planes are composed of all kinds of huge energy, whether it is the earth, the sky and other matter, or the elemental energy free in the air, or the power of the laws that form the plane framework, all of which are in a state of equilibrium formed by the density of this energy to a certain point, or coexistence with each other. In the midst of this, there will always be an imbalance of energy, if the range is extremely wide, it will cause great turmoil to the entire plane, and if the range is slightly smaller, something like a misty swamp will be formed.

At this point, as long as you are a law wizard, you can easily get out of the misty swamp. And Wren has the hole card of the witch tree, so he can devour this energy to his heart's content to replenish the lost energy and improve his strength.

Wren roared in the sky, his voice thundering, causing the waterfall in the distance to stop flowing again. The surging mist dispersed, forming a torrential downpour that covered ten miles. The demonic beasts within a radius of a hundred miles all trembled and knelt on the ground, and McTusen and the others were even more earthy.

After venting his heart, Wren planned to leave. For him, McTusen and the others are all passers-by in his life, and he does not waste too much time.

"I'm leaving. Wren said.

Ever since Wren used a mysterious method to fend off two kobold priests' attacks in a row, McTusen and the others realized Wren's strength. The death of the kobold priest made them look at Rengao a few times. But even so, except for Marat, no one could have imagined that Wren would be a law wizard comparable to a legendary elemental warrior. After all, such powerful characters are really too far away from them. If there is a legendary elemental warrior in their tribe, then why should they hide in the jungle, they can find a place in the plains to settle down, and even move into the city.

But when Wren devoured the swamp fog that scared them like snakes and scorpions, everyone knew they were wrong. The person who can do this is definitely a powerhouse of the same level as the Legendary Elemental Warrior! At this time, all everyone is thinking about is how to keep this mysterious powerhouse so that their tribe does not have to be so embarrassed.

Even McTusen was wondering whether to give away his two daughters - he had thought that Wren was just a braggart wizard who didn't have a good sense of Wren, and even secretly warned his two daughters to stay away from each other, and now he wanted to see that something unspeakable had happened to the two daughters when they got along with each other.

In this case, Wren suddenly said that he was leaving, and no one was not surprised and disappointed.

"Let's go later, Mia and Amy will be very sad to see you leave suddenly. McTusen said.

In the hunting team, several young people who were originally hostile to Wren also spoke out to keep them. No one knows better than them what a strong man means to a tribe.

Wren swept his gaze across everyone's faces, and instantly understood the intentions of these people. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, wanting to refuse.

"Maybe you can leave some good things for them as a reward for this time. Wren thought silently.

"Three days, three days will do. Marat said suddenly, looking at Wren with a pleading expression.

Wren hesitated, then nodded.

He probably understood Marat's intentions, and it was likely that he wanted to use these three days to spread his existence, so that even if he left, their tribe would be respected and courteous by the other tribes around him for befriending a master. He happened to have one more thing to do these days, so he didn't refuse.

The others quickly understood what Marat meant, and although they were reluctant, they also understood that this was the best result that could be obtained. For a while, their attitude towards Wren was much better, and even the silly guy with the rock giant was greeted by everyone with a smile.

After packing up some loot, including materials from the undamaged unicorn and some useful things that had fallen from the kobold, the group returned home. Unlike when he came, Wren became the center of the twelve when he returned. Some of the fruit that someone got on the way, or the meat that had been roasted, they were the first to give it to Wren to taste.

Wren was always calm, thinking about two things, one about the earth spirits, and the other about how to approach the Moon Spring.

According to the information he received from the Rock Giant, there was indeed an earth spirit in the area where it lived, and that the earth spirit was close to maturity. But the tricky thing is that the place where the earth spirit lives is guarded by several powerful beastmasters, and even the elven high priest has noticed. The rock giants were afraid of the strong and sneaked here.

In comparison, the more difficult is the Moon Spring. Wren inquired, but McTusen and the others didn't know about Moon Spring, and they had never even heard of it.

Due to the existence of Wren, everyone no longer concealed their figures, even if they encountered some Warcraft Lords' territories, they all went directly to them, and along the way, they accidentally harvested the corpses of two Sixth-Order Warcraft Lords, which surprised the hunting team.

A day later, they returned to the tribe.

"What about Coleman, Uncle McTusson, why didn't Coleman come with you?" asked a young half-elf guarding the tribe. As he spoke, he looked at Wren with hostility, and he felt jealous at the sight of Wren surrounded by stars in the center. In particular, Mia came to ask if Wren had come back every day, which was more like a bucket of gasoline poured on his jealousy.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped in the face by Seagal.

The young guard was angry and aggrieved, but he didn't dare to be unreasonable, after all, Shigal was his own uncle.

"Coleman is a disgrace to our tribe, he's a vampire banshee, and we'd all die at his hands if it weren't for Wren!" Higal said angrily.

The young guard was stunned, and his other companion was full of incredulity. At this moment, an imposing voice came: "Who dares to slander my son!"

Wren looked sideways and saw a beautiful woman coming angrily. She looked to be about thirty years old, with a plump body, and even with anger on her face, there was still a kind of coquettishness that made it difficult to control herself.

After seeing her, many people showed an obsessive look. Even Nashigar smiled wryly, "I'm not lying, Coleman...... He must have been deceived by the cunning vampire banshee!"

Syllable!

The woman slapped Shigal directly in the face, causing a visible slap mark to appear on his face.

"You dare to talk nonsense, I don't know my son yet!" she turned to Wren with a fierce expression, "You did all this, didn't you? I noticed you a long time ago, a human ...... of unknown origin"

As she became more and more presumptuous, everyone in the hunting party did not look good, and some people quietly looked at Wren with a look of horror on their faces.

McTussen coldly scolded, "Shut up, Celia!"

The beautiful woman named Celia sneered and looked at McTusen: "Shut up?heh, why didn't you let me shut up when you were in bed?!"

The anger on Wren's face dissipated, and he looked at McTusen in shock, whose face was red and white. The faces of the others became extremely strange, and the stares made McTusen want to find a crack in the ground to burrow. Someone couldn't help but laugh under their breath.

"Dilnu, don't laugh, why don't you smile when you peek at the old lady in the bath?" said Celia angrily at a young half-elf.

The half-elf's face flushed.

"And Grinton, you promised me before you left that you would treat Coleman like my son in the future. ”

The half-elf turned his head sideways.

......

A minute later, Wren discovered that the beautiful woman had a leg with most of the people in the hunting party. This made him laugh and cry, and through Marat's whispered introduction, he learned that this woman was quite famous in the tribe, and it was by this that she was able to bring up her son alone.

At the end, the woman began to cry. Wren had no intention of killing, he waved his hand and walked to his cabin.

In the distance, he saw the smiling sisters, and he also noticed the flickering cruelty of the people behind him when they looked at Celia.

"After all, this is still a world of cannibalism. Wren was silent. (To be continued.) )