In the midst of a group of hideous-looking, bloodthirsty, and ferocious Burning Legions, the succubus with her gorgeous face and hot body is simply outright different. The Legion's high-ranking demons often send them to lure targets of great value and weak-willedness - of course, a rude farmer or a front-line soldier is definitely not worth their dispatch.

These are enough to make every man's bloody female demon good at using spiritual magic, because if you rely on appearance alone, the succubus can't actually charm anyone, because as long as you are not blind, you can see the sharp horns on the succubus's head, the fleshy wings on the back, and the hoof-like feet, this remarkable terrifying feature is enough to make even the most careless color embryo full of wariness. Succubi actually use a spell-like seductive power that can lure an upright person (including a woman) into a completely defenseless state, and thus unwittingly be controlled by it.

Succubi were a piece of deadly honey blended with pleasure and pain, their hot bodies tightly wrapped in leather corsets. Tiny bats fold behind their backs, and every now and then they whip their smooth thighs with small whips and let out short, hungry gasps. Like all demons, succubi love to bring death and suffering to the mortal race, and they take pleasure in it. Succubi are also excellent thieves, with surprising agility and little effort to deal with their bewildered targets.

But today, the tried-and-true trick has lost its effect – they have finally met a real opponent.

As the caretaker of the Mage Tower at Fort Watch, the Great. Law. The member of the Violet Eye who had followed Khadgar from Lordaeron in the north to the Cursed Lands during the Second Orc War was in middle age, the prime age of a mage, who was full of energy, infinite mana, experience, and flexibility.

The moment he found out that he had fallen into the trap, he immediately canceled the fireball spell he was casting, and then blocked the succubus's approach with a frost nova. The next moment, waves of arcane missiles flew out of his fingertips, and the raging purple barrage of bullets drowned the enemy like a torrent. By the time the other succubi had eliminated their targets, the succubus who was responsible for the sneak attack on Mahalba had been bombarded into a puddle of rotten meat, and he could no longer see his original coquettish appearance.

"Damn it, human, you're going to pay for it!" The leader of the succubus screamed angrily. Succubi have never been a prolific race, and for them, each sister is precious.

Six, yes, there are a total of six demons that make up this trap, and the other three succubi are ready to make up for it as a double safe, but the succubus who attacked Mahalba died so quickly that they didn't even have time to do it.

Really big. Law. Teacher, who was never afraid to stand in the midst of a crowd of enemies, Mahalba calmly watched the succubi who surrounded him, and the arcane power that had been fully charged swept out of his raised right hand, like a hurricane hitting the group of women who had fallen into madness.

Succubi come from the Abyssal Realm, a space where chaos and evil never stop, and the harsh environment here makes them inherently magically resistant. The arcane blast didn't knock them to the ground instantly, and in the face of the blade-like arcane hurricane, they gradually approached the big one. Law. Division.

However, just as they finally approached each other with difficulty and raised the barbed leather whip in their hands, with a flash of light, the human mage was gone. They turned their heads to find him standing motionless like a statue dozens of yards away, a whirlwind of arcane power surrounding him, replenishing the nearly depleted arcane energy in his body.

"Rush forward!" The succubus at the head commanded loudly.

The succubi spread their bat wings behind them and stirred them vigorously, these wings did not have the ability to fly, but they could make their steps lighter and their running faster.

However, before they could finish half the distance, the arcane light flickered again. Law. The division had flashed back to where it had been surrounded.

The succubi, who were teased like cats and mice, completely lost their minds, they completely forgot that they were not good at fighting head-on, and turned around like warriors to the law. The division rushed in. However, as soon as they took a few steps, they found themselves jumping into a trap that Mahalba had carefully laid out.

Because around them, there were dense purple particles floating everywhere, which were highly condensed arcane energy, and these arcane energy spread everywhere, almost blocking the entire section of the city wall.

"Die!" Mahalba raised his right hand and snapped his fingers in a dashing manner. A gust of wind blew, and his gray-white Mediterranean hairstyle looked so flowing that it almost blinded the eyes of the succubi.

"Oh, damn it!" The succubi let out a horrified curse, but it was too late.

Dense arcane particles were drifting towards the succubi from all directions, and the moment they touched their delicate skin, the particles burst open, violently releasing the power in them. Each Arcane particle contains enough energy to blast a piece of flesh off the body, and can cause fatal damage if it is hit in the throat, head, chest and abdomen. Aside from the leather corset, which couldn't even cover their bodies, the coquettish succubi didn't wear any heavy armor to withstand the power of the explosion.

Screams of fear and pain instantly rang out.

When the horrific spell finally ended, all five succubi had fallen to the ground, mutilated as if they had been eaten by a swarm of rats.

Mahalba gasped, sat down leaning against the wall, and took a jug of magic crystal water from his bag and drank it all—in order to condense enough arcane energy particles, he had just released almost all of the magic power he had just recovered at once.

He had to regain his mana as soon as possible, but until then, he couldn't help much.

At this time, the defenders at the city gate were retreating, and no one could withstand the onslaught of the ogres, and even if the reserves joined, it was only a temporary delay in their defeat.

At this time, it seemed that the overall situation had been decided, and a tall and unusual demon finally appeared at the gate of the city.

This creature is enormous. Its skin was gray, its bare head had a pair of sharp horns, and a pair of strong bat mantiphant wings stretched out behind him, like a living shadow. Its anti-jointed legs end in a pair of hooves split into two lobes, and the metal leggings are spiked and adorned with abominable bone and skull motifs. The green glow from its eyes illuminated its bared, sharp teeth, and its face was filled with an arrogant and sarcastic grin.

It was Ratherlake, who had been a Dreadlord under Lord Doom Kazak during the Burning Legion's invasion more than a decade ago, and who had not followed the army through the Dark Gate after the demons had withdrawn to the Cursed Lands, but had lurked as an agent in the event of another invasion by the Legion - these masters of disguise who were mastered with lies and deception were almost born to do this.

Now, he has finally waited for the day when he will play his part. Looking at the retreating humans and dwarves, the Dreadlord rumbled.

"Humble humans, don't hold on any longer, run away! You should flee at once while there is still time, or it will be too late! I'm going to give you the ultimate horror! He tried to sway the defenders' resolve in the tone of the Nasrezm demons, but everyone stationed here understood that the demons had no luck, and that they would only kill them all.

But the next moment, with a deafening roar, the Dreadlord 's voice came to an abrupt end. He lowered his head and looked in astonishment at his chest, where a huge hole that had just appeared seemed to burst out of dazzling divine light.

"Damn it!" He cursed under his breath, and then fell to the ground with a thud!