After saying goodbye to the Sith, Wren continued in the opposite direction to where he had come.

According to the Sith, when he came to look for his son, he was forcibly taken to the room he had just taken and placed under house arrest, and there was a den of guards for the imps nearby. Wren was going to grab a few imps and torture them to find out where they were holding the sacrifices.

Turning a corner, Wren suddenly felt something, he looked up, and saw a reddish eyeball growing on the ceiling a few meters in front of him, staring at him intently.

After more than ten seconds, there was a rush of footsteps in front of him, and there was a wriggling on the tunnel wall not far away, cracking a hole on both sides, and several imps appeared in front of Wren.

These imps have a pair of small horns on their heads, blue-gray skin, and a small short sword in their hands, and they snort at the sight of Wren.

"It's not good, it's not good, it's the paladin of Karsham!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, go and inform Lord Duka!"

"Stop, stop, stop, you can't get through here!"

One of the imps drilled back from the hole just now, presumably looking for help, while the others looked at Wren vigilantly with their short swords.

"It just so happened that I was looking for someone to ask for directions."

Wren walked towards the remaining imps, and he took a step forward, and the imps took a step back. He quickened his pace, and the imps quickened their pace and retreated.

Until they retreated to the vicinity of the entrance of the cave, several imps panicked and wanted to drill into the hole, and as soon as the last one turned around, he felt that his neck was grabbed from behind, and his whole body was lifted.

"I'll ask you a few questions." Wren's oppressive voice rang out behind him.

"Don't think about it, don't think about it, you hateful paladin!"

The little imp was lifted up in the air, his legs kept kicking, and the short sword in his hand kept swinging back, but these struggles were completely futile in front of Wren.

He grabbed the imp by the neck and smashed his head directly against the wall next to him.

A painful scream suddenly sounded in the tunnel, and with a "ding", the short sword in the little ghost's hand also fell to the ground.

"Now, to answer my question, where are the people you are holding behind? Also, don't use your nasty words. ”

The little monster inhaled in pain, and was afraid that Wren would smash his head again, so he couldn't help but beg for mercy in fear: "Yes, yes, yes, my lord, we didn't detain anyone?" We are just an ordinary castle here. ”

"An ordinary castle?" Wren sneered, "You didn't detain anyone, what is that person in there?" Don't say he's here to drink tea! ”

"Inside, inside, inside? Paladin, that one came to the castle to make trouble, and that's why we're locking him up. ”

"Then why did he come to such a place to cause trouble? Tell me, where is his son? ”

"I don't know........ Ouch! ”

There was another scream, and Wren slammed the imp's head against the wall again. This time he smashed it harder, and blood was immediately left on the imp's head.

After seeing the blood, this little imp finally collapsed completely.

"My lord, I really don't know where the people are being held, I'm just a little ghost. All I know is that our castle is a gateway to heaven, and those who come here are voluntary, they want to receive blessings and enjoy the bathing of heaven's light. The man who was imprisoned, he also knew this at the time, and now that his son has gone to heaven, he regrets it again and wants to make trouble, how can we be blamed for this? ”

"Heaven?"

Wren looked at the blue-skinned imp in front of him, and then at the seeping walls around him, "A group of demons, who used rhetoric and illusions to trick people, now dare to say that they are the gateway to heaven here?" Where are the people you tricked in? ”

Seeing that this little ghost was still dishonest, Wren wanted to smash him again, and suddenly an angry shout sounded: "Stop!" ”

Wren looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a big demon with blue skin rushing over with a knife, and in an instant, he was in front of Wren's eyes, and he stabbed Wren with a head and face.

If the previous imp was an ordinary mob, then this big demon is an elite monster.

Pity......

"Zheng!"

Wren was still holding the little demon in one hand, and with a flick of the other, his forearm smashed into the knife and pressed it against the wall.

The great demon tried to pull back his broadsword, but found that no matter how hard he tried, the knife did not move.

Shocked in his heart, the Great Demon let go of the hilt of his knife and slammed a fist into Wren's head.

Wren didn't dodge or dodge, and directly took the punch.

With a "bang", he was punched in the face, and Wren still stood well, not even moving his neck, but the great demon was shocked by the huge force and fell to the ground.

Finally realized that he was not an opponent's big demon at all, and he even wanted to run away, but suddenly he felt pain behind him, and he was trampled on his back by Wren, and he couldn't get up.

The Great Demon tried several times to get up from the ground, but the foot behind his back crushed him to death, and in the end he had to give up and use verbal oppression instead.

"Tell you, our people have already gone to call people, and in a few moments, this place will be surrounded, you better let me go and surrender quickly, otherwise........ Ahh!!hhhh “

As soon as Wren stepped hard, the big demon suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and couldn't help but scream.

"It's just right, this little ghost can't ask anything, you always know something." As he spoke, Wren threw out the imp he had been carrying in his hand. The latter slammed into the wall, and after a scream, covered the wound on his head and slipped away without looking back.

The Great Demon was pressed to the ground, and he could only turn his head, and Wren could see his hideous face: "Damn Paladin, do you think I'm going to say it?" I'm specially trained, a little pain is nothing, I'm not afraid of your torture! ”

"Really?"

"Humph! Just try it and you'll find out. ”

"Don't try, since you don't say it, then go die."

With a flick of his other foot, Wren picked up the knife that the demon had fallen to the ground and grabbed it in his hand.

"The knife is quite heavy, it's just right to kill you."

Saying that, Wren swung his knife directly, and slashed at the head of the big demon, and it was also aimed at the other party's face.

With this knife, with the strength of Wren, it is estimated that the opponent will be amputated below the eyebrows.

"Don't, I say!"

A heart-rending shout rang out.

Half an hour later, the Great Demon opened his eyes, and then he shuddered, only to see that the blade of the Great Sword was a few centimeters in front of his eyes.