Hammidon looked at the suddenly sullen troll Luqi and asked curiously, "You seem to have something on your mind?"

The troll Luqi didn't hide it, and nodded honestly: "Now that the foot of Amboa Mountain is full of demons, it is difficult to destroy them. ”

"If we can't destroy the demons, the ritual of collecting edelweiss flowers will cease to exist, and in a thousand years, I am afraid that no indigenous people will know about this tradition. ”

Hearing this, Hammidon sighed empathetically.

The natives have lost their homeland, and he has lost his territory.

The natives were unable to continue the tradition of gathering edelweiss because of the demons, and he was no longer able to hold winter hunts because of the demons.

The two looked at each other, and they both had wry smiles on their faces.

They were originally two unrelated individuals, but they came here for various reasons, and fate is so unstoppable.

After enjoying the roast rabbit meat and drinking the last of the spirits, they found a leeward place and began to set up their tents to rest.

This is the top of the mountain, and there are no animals, let alone wild beasts or magical beasts coming to feed, so they don't have a vigil in shifts.

Hamilton returns the bearskin to the troll Lucie to prevent him from freezing to death in the middle of the night.

He took off his cold armor, put on several coats and blankets, like a bear about to hibernate, hiding in the tent and looking at the inky black Amboa Mountain in the distance.

In his mind's mind, in two days, he would reach the final destination of his trip.

At the same time, at the foot of Mount Amboa.

It's a bustling place, surrounded by hustle and bustle, and the originally dense mountain forests have been cut down clean, revealing a yellow-brown surface.

The foot of the mountain is filled with makeshift furnaces, and waves of boiling heat continue to flow from the inside of the furnaces, dispelling the chill of early winter.

From time to time, molten iron would be taken out of the furnace by a strong demon and cast into molds to form hideous weapons and armor.

The sound of hammers hitting the felt is endless, and it has become a huge arsenal.

Countless demons work day and night to produce and process weapons and equipment, and arm powerful warriors.

The demon commander, Baron Margani, sat on a high bronze throne, looking at the dense and constantly moving demon heads under him, and his face was full of smugness

Expression.

Now he should be called Viscount Margani, and Renard's meteor rain plan, although it destroyed the demon's arrangement in the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, also fulfilled him.

The two demon commanders were killed, and he, the only remaining demon nobleman, naturally wielded great authority.

In addition, Count Karon, who was originally the commander-in-chief, was transferred to the Kingdom of Helsinki to take command, and he became the leader here.

Even though he only had millions of low-level demons and an army of hundreds of thousands of miscellaneous demons, he was still very satisfied.

Viscount Margani tasted the scarlet blood in the wine glass, looked in the direction of the city of plenty, and the corners of his mouth outlined a hideous arc: "Renard! you wait! wait for my crazy revenge!"

Suffering two losses at the hands of the same human in a row made him feel that he had lost face, and only the blood of the enemy could wash away this shame.

Judging from the current situation, Renard seems to have become the biggest obstacle for the demons to occupy the southern part of Arthur's kingdom.

Viscount Margani couldn't help but think that if he killed the other party, his father would definitely be very happy, and his title could be raised by a few more grades.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but smile on his face, and with the somewhat hideous and terrifying face of the abyss demon refining, he looked extremely gloomy.

The beautiful succubi waiting next to him shivered in unison, and their bodies unconsciously leaned into the distance.

Viscount Margani ignored this behavior and commanded in a deep voice under the throne, "Order the military factory to speed up the forging of weapons and equipment, and I will arm half a million demon warriors before the arrival of spring." ”

He thought he was clever enough to send an army to harass human towns before the spring planting, so that they would not dare to grow any more food crops, and when there was no food to harvest in the fall, the humans would starve.

If you are hungry, you will have no strength, and if you don't have the strength, you won't be able to do heavy work, and if you can't do heavy work, you'll ......

Under the cycle, in a few years, he can make humanity perish without much effort.

However, the idea is good, but there are many difficulties in actually implementing it.

Viscount Margani knew that his ideas were a bit out of reality, and it would be difficult for him to defeat the tens of thousands of elite troops under Renard with at least a few hundred thousand miscellaneous legions.

However, this is all ignored by his self-righteousness, and there is a good saying: you can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.

Marganizi

Jue now has only one thought: find Renard and kill him with his own hands.

The demon commanders below the throne couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the commander's order.

Eventually, the Minotaur Commander reminded, "Your Excellency, with our current production rate, this may be very difficult. ”

I don't know if this race is inherently stupid, and always picks and chooses what the chief doesn't like the most.

Viscount Margani's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a calm tone, "Are you questioning my decision?"

The Minotaur Commander shrunk his neck when he heard this, his lips squirmed, but he didn't say anything.

The other demon commanders all threw pity at the Minotaur Commander, knowing that the other party was afraid that he would suffer.

They all knew that Viscount Margani was extremely narrow-minded, very vindictive, and extremely vindictive.

The Demon Commanders remember the tragic fate of the last guy who dared to question him, as if he had been thrown straight into the furnace as firewood and burned to ashes.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but start to speculate about what kind of terrible punishment this minotaur would suffer in front of them.

Thrown into a pot and stewed into beef broth, tied up for the little devils to eat, or thrown into a cage where monsters are held for everyone to watch a gladiatorial fight?

Thinking about it, the eyes of the demon commanders all turned to the direction of Viscount Margani, faintly showing a look of anticipation.

The Minotaur Commander felt chills all over his body, and he regretted his stupid actions.

He wanted to explain something, but he didn't know how to say it, and he was afraid that he would say the wrong thing again.

At this time, it is really a dilemma, and it is difficult to ride a tiger.

Viscount Margani naturally felt the expectations of many subordinates, and he felt that how could a caring commander like himself disappoint his subordinates?

After a moment's thought, he thought about how to punish the disobedient minotaur.

Viscount Margani looked at the other party with a smile and said in a gentle tone, "Your Excellency, can I ask you a favor?"

The Minotaur couldn't help but shudder when he heard the words, knowing that the big thing was not good, but he didn't dare not answer, so he had to reply in a worried mood: "Please command." ”

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Viscount Margani leaned his back against the bronze throne, and casually pointed to Mount Amboa behind him: "Please personally help me pick a snowmelt flower and come back." ”