Chapter 51: The Forest of Warcraft

"The Heavenly Demon is a member of the Rakshasa clan?" condensation questioned.

"Not exactly, but that's not what you should ask. Rakshasa King Pi said with a smile.

The condensed hand tightly grasped the armrest of the chair, and the sound of the stone handrail shattering in her palm was clearly visible, she originally naively thought that she was really favored by the Heavenly Demon, not only did she successfully get several books on forbidden spells, but also every time she recruited troops, all of them were very good people. When everything seemed to be going so well, Condensation led the family to climb high at all costs, but now it seems that she is just a tool used by the Rakshasa King to eradicate dissidents and re-establish royal power.

After returning to Shadow Mist City, Condensation remained silent, and when Blood Dance wanted to say something, Condensation's cold eyes made her seem to lose the ability to speak. Blood Dance has the same fiery personality as Condensation, and will always quarrel with Condensation because of her own opinions, but now she doesn't have the courage at all, because she has never seen her mother like this, and everyone in the hall has the same fear as Blood Dance, and no one dares to speak from beginning to end, and has been standing quietly.

Suddenly, Condensation stood up from the throne, gritted his teeth word by word, and said, "Send someone to bring He Xi back for me!" Tell him that I can not only paint his dream soul, but I can also help him resurrect and paint dreams!"

"However, the things needed to resurrect a high-level demon are too ......"

"Do as I say!"

Before Blood Dance could finish speaking, Condensation interrupted her with a roar, and then left in the direction of her room without looking back, leaving a large hall of people standing there stunned.

From time to time, the sounds of various demonic beasts come out of the Warcraft Forest, and the sunlight of the Demon Realm cannot all reach the ground under the shade of the special tree species of the Demon Realm, and most of the areas here are in a dim state all year round.

He Xi stretched his waist, tried hard to dispel his exhaustion, and forced himself to stand up. In the battle with a fifth-order demon ape last night, he almost fell into a demonic state again in order to survive, because he was in the forest, the demon ape was more powerful than the ordinary fifth-order demonic beasts, and for this reason, He Xi exhausted his physical strength.

He Xi checked the small cave behind him that he regarded as his home, in order to avoid the Shadow Mist Clan, he had been living in the Warcraft Forest for a year, and this humble cave was where he usually slept and ate. His gaze rested on the snake whip. Now he misses painting dreams even more, since he was a child, although painting dreams are extremely strict with him, but he can still make him feel family affection, and others, except for Jun Mo, he hates his teeth when he thinks about it.