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Snyrac's face suddenly changed as he approached the demons who greeted them.

"Arrest all these guys!" he swerved, pointing to the demons behind him who had been following him all the way.

The demons suddenly turned into a bull man and asked, "Lord Snyrak, what do you mean by that?"

Snyrak didn't respond, and the dozen or so fierce demons moved quickly to surround Tatari.

No matter how stupid they were, these demons realized that something was wrong.

For a time, the outside of the city fell into a tense situation. With Snyrak's order, the scuffle broke out instantly.

Although there are a large number of demons on Tatari's side, their strength is obviously weaker.

It didn't take long for the demons to be subdued, and they were stuffed into a huge black mesh bag, in which they struggled and moaned.

Wren didn't resist much before he was caught by a snake-like demon.

Seeing that he was about to be thrown into the black net bag, Wren said coldly: "My uncle is Senken!"

"Even if your uncle is ......"

The demon who had captured him was halfway through his sentence when he was knocked away by a huge force.

Sneyrac retracted his right foot and stood in front of Wren. A cold glint shone from his inverted triangular eyes: "Lord Senken is your uncle?"

Wren calmly stood with his hands in his hands: "If you don't believe me, you can ask him." ”

The serpentine demon who had been kicked away by Snyrac stood up in pain, his eyes full of hesitation. His companion whispered, "Senken is the leader of the Lenupol Horned Demon Tribe, a fifth-order demon general. ”

The snake demon immediately glared at him, patted his chest and glanced at Wren in horror.

Snyrac's face changed and he was silent.

Of course he didn't believe Wren's words, but he didn't dare to ask him in person, after all, he was just a first-order demon general.

"Forget it, it's just a little guy of the seventh order, and it's not worth much. Snirac thought to himself, making a decision.

He laughed and said to Wren in a friendly manner, "Nunuda, right? ”

Wren tilted his head haughtily and made a disdainful expression.

The mysterious cloaked man suddenly spoke, and said in a hoarse voice, "Snirak, hurry up, I'm still waiting to leave." ”

Snyrak turned back to him and said, "The goods are all here, we can exchange them directly." ”

"What about this little one?" asked the cloaked man, pointing at Wren.

Sneyrac shook his head, "He's my friend, what about your stuff?"

The cloaked man clapped his hands, and Wren immediately saw a group of six people carrying a huge ice coffin slowly floating down from the air.

Wren's eyes flickered, but he was surprised in his heart: he didn't feel the slightest sense of how these people had been hidden before.

He put away the contempt in his heart and realized that there was still a lot of things he didn't understand.

Under his gaze, the six people put down the ice coffin, and a cold air rushed to their faces.

Snyrak nodded, and a demon lifted the ice coffin, revealing ten corpses lying lying on its side.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Wren's eyes, and he quickly relented.

He understood the identity of the Cloaked Man, apparently a member of the same group of trappers as Aveline.

In this way, Sneyrac is the other party's trading partner, and he is just unintentionally involved in it.

The two ignored Wren and quickly closed the deal, and the cloaked man slowly left.

Wren stared at his back, and it wasn't until he completely disappeared that Snyrac's words came to his ears: "How is it, are you interested in joining us?"

"What?" Wren looked sideways at him.

"A fun deal," Sniraksen laughed, "to trade demons for fresh humans." ”

Wren frowned and said nothing.

"You can bring this news to Lord Senken, maybe he'll be interested. Snyrak said.

Wren was silent, he wasn't waiting for that.

Just as his patience was about to run out, and he wondered if he should think of another solution, Snirac finally said, "To apologize for this misunderstanding, you can choose one of the people here." ”

He added: "Don't look at them as corpses, they will never die for more than half a day, and they are all wizards in their lifetimes." ”

If it was an ordinary demon, he would naturally be overjoyed by his words, after all, demons eat people, not only to satisfy their own appetite, but also because they can draw strength from the flesh and blood of the human race.

But for Wren, Snyrac's overture only provoked his anger.

"You can send me to my uncle's tribe," Wren said indifferently, "There is an Ancient Teleportation Array in Kanas City, which can be reached directly, but it can only be opened once a month......"

Snyrac paused, thoughtful.

He didn't believe much of Wren's words before, but now that he heard that Wren was going to the Lynupol Horn Demon Tribe, his suspicions went to seventy-seven eighty-eight.

If Wren was lying, he wouldn't dare go to that kind of place.

His attitude became more and more enthusiastic: "It's okay, the city lord is my uncle, I can make the decision to open it for you alone." ”

"That's so thankful. A smile tugged at the corner of Wren's mouth.

Ultra-long-distance teleportation arrays are not uncommon in the Wizard Continent, but in the Dragon En Continent and the Demon World, it is a very rare thing. They're all left over from a long time ago, and each time they open, it takes a lot of resources. Therefore, even if it exists, it is rarely opened on weekdays.

But there is no doubt that the teleportation array is extraordinary—a distance of a thousand miles is only a moment.

The lord of Kanas City is indeed Snilac's uncle, which is also his hole card for daring to do business with the Terrans.

Fortunately, Snerak's uncle was only a fifth-order demon general, so he didn't find Wren's disguise.

A flash of light flashed, and a momentary dizziness came from Wren's mind, and he appeared in a new place.

"Who?" came a loud shout.

At the same time, Wren felt several dangerous eyes turn on him.

"It's me, I'm Nunuda, and Lord Senken is my uncle. Wren raised his hands and spoke quickly.

He could feel that those few eyes full of murderous intent suddenly became strange, faintly mocking.

Wren slowly turned around and looked at the six demons with weapons in hand.

These demons have the same appearance as the demons he conjured, and they are obviously horned demons. In other words, he had arrived at the Horned Demon Tribe of Lynopol as expected.

"How did I not know that my uncle had a nephew like you?" a young horned demon in a dark golden robe sneered.

He waved his hand, and the other five horned demons gathered together with a sneer, surrounding Wren in the center, and there was a tendency to strike if they didn't agree. (To be continued.) )