Not even the darkest of abyssal caverns can hide Dara? That Millis? Gondalach? The beauty of the Lord.

Obviously, the creature was too moving to believe that she could walk on the mud churning in the smoky level of the Abyssal Demon Domain. So beautiful! Her delicate face was as if it had been sculpted, and her dark and shiny skin made her look like a lifelike work of art, a living obsidian sculpture.

The monsters around her, whether they were flimpy reptiles or dragon-winged creatures, watched her cautiously, watching her every move. Even the most powerful of them all, the magicians who can reduce a city to rubble, kept a safe distance from her.

Appearances are often deceptive.

Although this beautiful woman looked very cute, weak compared to the most ordinary monsters in the Abyss Demon Realm, she could easily destroy any, ten, or even fifty dragon-winged angels who looked at her.

They also know this, she is their leader, the embodiment of chaos, the spokesperson of ruin, a devil who hides beneath a beautiful exterior and feeds on the fears of other creatures all year round.

Dara stomped into a thick, thick bush of mushrooms that grew on small islands in the filthy mire. She flew over the islands without stopping, leaving behind a large patch of fallen feathers. She was sick, as clear as she knew which clouds would rain, but she didn't care, it had happened from time to time in her long, tasteless life, and she didn't think it would be any different.

Dara looked down, her subjects looking up to her.

"One less." Her girlish voice swirled through the cavern, like a heavenly sound.

"Lawne has gone to deal with the aftermath." A dragon-winged angel with horns like a bull replied, its huge and tough wings folded behind its massive body, which made him look like a hunchbacked old man, but Dara knew that he was her most formidable opponent and her most powerful assistant, and that the dragon-winged angel's family was like that, that the leader could be replaced by a stronger one at any time, and that she had to be awake and strong at all times.

"So long?" Dala retracted her wings and landed smoothly on the ground, turning to sit on a chair dug out of the middle of the mushroom where Horn had just sit, and Horn glared at her hatefully, not daring to say anything.

Sooner or later, this guy will rebel, should I attack him now? Dala propped her beautiful head on the palm of her hand, looking bored. Her slender and slender fingers rhythmically scratched her beautiful cheeks, "The master just had a new order, asking us to rush to Neverwinter City as soon as possible, if Lawn can't come back, we won't wait for him, in short, I want you to enter Neverwinter City within one day, and there must be no mistake." ”

"What if he resists?" Horn asked.

"Then kill him." Dara stared at his big and small eyes, and anyone could hear the threat in her tone.

"You dare!" A dark, hoarse voice rang out behind Dara, and a medium-sized human emerged from the darkness. The Dragon-winged Angels were amazed at the presence of this human, and at the same time amazed that he had been able to escape the detection of all the creatures in the cave.

"I said you weren't allowed to hurt General Koeman." Humans walk to the light and meet the gaze of all. This is a very special human, the dragon-winged angels can barely smell the fear in him, and they can't see through the powerful magic hidden under his dark gray robes, but the cowess Dara can tell from the winceing gaze when she looks at him that this guy is even crazier than her.

In contrast to the charcoal-like face of the dragon-winged angel, his skin was pale and dead, a pair of dark brown eyes seemed to be two iron pills smashed into the eye sockets, because the nose was too long, his face appeared square and hard, his jaw and cheeks were almost at right angles, and the corners of the tightly closed mouth expanded to both sides of several circles of nasolabial folds, according to the concept of time of the dragon-winged angel, this person lived to the middle point of his life.

"Master." Dara stood up from her seat, her expression a little embarrassed, "I didn't mean that, I'm teaching my men a lesson." ”

"Then I'm also teaching my subordinates a lesson now," there was no expression on the human's face, "you went in the wrong direction in the first place, Koeman didn't even plan to kill people in Crescent City at all?" ”

Dara's neck shrunk in fright, "Yes, it's my fault, I thought the letter I intercepted halfway was true, who knew that he was so cunning and didn't personally lead troops to attack Crescent City." ”

"Why do you want to stay here if you know you're wrong?" The human glared at Dara's beautiful cheeks dissatisfied, but was not moved by her pity in the slightest, "Aren't you afraid that your beautiful dragon wings will not have a single hair left?" ”

He did it?! Dara's eyes widened in surprise. At first, I thought I had a small problem, and it was no big deal, but I didn't expect it to be this guy's secret curse on himself! Not only Dara, but also the dozens of dragon-winged angels below also touched their wings in fear, and when they looked at the human again, their eyes were already full of fear.

"One of our companions has been left behind, Lord Ivan." Dala replied cautiously, "Forget it, we won't wait for him, let's leave immediately." ”

The human named Ivan nodded, and then said, "Don't underestimate that Koman, he is from the same bloodline as me, and his magic is powerful, if any of you are captured by him, it will be as simple as losing a few feathers." ”

"Since he is your bloodline, why don't you personally persuade him to help you?" Dara carefully chose her words, not daring to provoke the terrible damned.

Ivan glared at Dara, who was immediately silent, but he answered her question anyway, "I've done something that makes him hate, and it's going to be even harder with me." After a pause, he finally gave her the answer she wanted most, "And his magic is shielding, and I can't get close to him." ”

I see. Dala thought to herself, then my chance has come, if I throw myself into this Koman's camp, not only will there be an infinite source of food, I'm afraid even the old guy in front of me can get rid of it lightly, magic, always live and restrain each other, who knows if the next one will be a rival or a rival, and listening to the tone of Ivan's words, it seems that General Coman is not crazy to that point, and will use our wings as a threat.

Betrayal, sometimes in a split second.

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