Roy and Mavis looked at each other.

Mavis looked worried.

"You're going?"

Roy nodded:

"Since you're here, I'm naturally going to check it out."

"Aren't you afraid that it's a Hongmen banquet?" Mavis asked rhetorically.

Luo Yi said: "Demon kings can't attack each other, these are ordinary monsters around, so they attacked me and went to his base camp." I stuck out my neck for him to kill, but he didn't dare touch me. ”

He knew very well the rules of the Demon Capital, and there was no way for the two sides to engage in a head-on conflict.

It can only be done in a few roundabout ways.

For example, the other party throws a dragon.

Mavis asked:

"What are you looking for him?"

"I wanted to hug my thighs and follow each other, but now I can't see it."

The other party's dragon throwing behavior has come to an end, the other party wants to kill himself, and Roy is not a good-natured person. Anyway, if the two sides can't clash head-on, then secretly stumble.

Roy decided to go as planned.

He wanted to be an arms dealer.

After the research and development of the magic machine was completed, the assembly line forging factory, the enchanting factory, the paper mill, and the printing factory were all put on the agenda. It won't be long before high-quality and inexpensive enchanted equipment can be mass-produced, and the magic scrolls of the equipment in batches can bring a qualitative leap to the combat effectiveness of the army.

The activity of the Miga Chamber of Commerce has brought a lot of money and a lot of information. Professional intelligence services are already being trained, and Roy is already looking for talent in the talent market.

His own Demon King City's population is limited, unable to invade on a large scale, and his own strength is not enough to serve as a brave crusade.

In this case, of course, it's a thigh~

I wanted to work with Simba.

He was an arms dealer, and the other side charged.

Roy drinks some soup, and both sides win.

It's a pity that Simba doesn't seem to have this intention, and he throws the dragon when he comes up.

Roy was not welcome.

If the other party agrees to cooperate, then he will fall on both sides and sell equipment to the natives.

The more intense the fight between the two sides, the more money he earned.

Fearing for Roy's safety, Mavis decides to go with Roy.

The meeting place is a human city in the heart of the Plains of the Winds. This place has been occupied by demons and has become the territory of monsters.

Through space magic, the two of them directly teleported to the target location.

Falling on the main street of this main city of humanity.

A strong smell of blood penetrated into the nasal passages. The wide arterial road was littered with corpses, and there were thirsty blood stains everywhere.

After the demons occupied this place, they slaughtered it.

This is the consistent style of the demons.

Everywhere they went, they plundered in a devastating way.

Tear down what can be dismantled, move away what can be moved, burn everything that can't be dismantled, and can't be moved.

Mavis saw the scene in front of her, her face was frosty, her hands trembled slightly, and she resisted the urge to slash and kill the monster.

The two walked along the main road towards the castle in the center of the city.

On the way, the demons avoided it.

Although Roy is just a trainee demon king, the demon king is the demon king, and there is an absolute identity gap between these ordinary employees. After the surrounding demon kings saw him, they still avoided him in awe.

Come to the castle in the heart of the city.

There had been a terrible battle, and the heads of the dead soldiers were piled up in a mountain, and broad banners were erected on them.

Enter the castle.

A servant motioned for the two to wait.

After about 5 minutes, the gates of the castle opened.

The Great Demon King Simba walked out.

The first thing that caught Roy's attention was not Simba himself, but the minions who followed him.

Roy glanced at it and gasped.

Fallen Angels, Black Knights, Scythe Demons, Death Knights, Great Lichs.

It's all a high-level class.

Most of them are the troops that can only appear in the Demon King City at the top level or above the legendary level, and they are all powerful existences that can turn the battlefield.

Scan with Yumiya, with an average combat power of 1200+.

Flying in the sky, dressed sexy, singing with black wings, the combat power of the fallen angel exceeded 1800.

It's not a legendary demon king, and all the servants under him are powerful existences.

Roy looked at Simba.

When he actually saw the Great Demon King, Roy found that he was even younger than in the photo, and even a few years older than him. With bright blonde hair and golden rings in his blue pupils, he is a mixed-race double pupil clan. He was dressed in a suit of delicate armor, with scarlet fur skin, and his chin slightly raised, revealing an arrogant look like a king who defied the world.

If he is a Legendary-level Demon King, then he is too young.

Roy felt something strange, so he called Yumia to evaluate Simba's combat effectiveness in front of him.

The results surprised Roy.

[100th-14313 Intermediate Demon King]

[Name: Simba Jokry]

[Race: Mixed-race Twin Pupils (92% of the Twin Pupil Clan, 8% of the Demon Emperor Clan.] ）】

[Combat Effectiveness Assessment: 1054]

The other party turned out to be only an intermediate demon king, not a legendary level as rumored. And he is in the 100th class, and the Demon King Academy is held every 5 years, and the difference between the two graduation times is 5 years. In other words, it only took Simba 5 years to move from apprenticeship to intermediate.

This is not normal.

The opponent's strength and the level of the Demon King City are not in line with the source of troops and the strength of his subordinates.

Simba glanced at Roy and looked at Mavis for a long time before turning his gaze to Roy and asking, in an arrogant tone, as if he was scrutinizing.

"Why do you want to see me?"

Roy bypassed the other party's behavior of throwing the dragon and said what he meant:

"We can work together."

"You are a trainee-level demon king, what can you come up with?"

Simba's eyes were on Mavis as she spoke. He was dismissive of Roy himself.

How many people can a trainee-level demon king pull up?

An army of at most 1,000 men ransacked the villages and towns on the fringes, and if they encountered a group of brave men head-on, they would probably be wiped out.

"Equipment, intelligence."

Roy spat out those four words.

Simba didn't give Roy a chance to explain, and he completely lost interest:

"Moti these useless things. Those who can unite with the gods, you have something to rely on. If you can lead the elves into battle, I'd be interested in joining forces with you. ”

Simba stared at Mavis, his goal clear.

Mavis snorted coldly:

"I'm just going to keep him safe."

Simba frowned, waved his sleeves, and turned to leave.

"Then there's nothing to talk about."

Roy stopped talking, and finally fell silent.

He understands that Simba doesn't want to see him, but Mavis.

With such an arrogant person, it is useless to be reasonable. The only way is to punch him in the face and tell him that I'm not weaker than you so he will listen to you. Otherwise, it's useless to say anything, and you won't give Roy a chance to show it.

In terms of hard power, Roy's fists are too small to beat the opponent.

He still needs some time.

This Simba didn't know what the chance, but as an intermediate demon king, he controlled the number and quality of the army comparable to the legendary demon king. How did he do it as a mere mid-level demon king?

"MMP, this b is open, right?!"