The harbor fell into a terrible silence, and even the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks became sticky and muffled, and the ecstasy of summoning a demon lord faded from the female sorcerer's mind like a tidal wave, replaced by indescribable horror and panic— She had only been able to summon demons below the Anzu Demon Rank before, and this time she borrowed the treasures of the Eastern Crown Lord, both to satisfy her own selfish desires and to show her power in front of others, but in her expectation, the best outcome would be that the Bone Demon or the Horned Demon would be summoned - the Lord did give her a lot of enviable power and sacrifices, but a Demon Lord and a high-ranking Demon were two different concepts at all. Even her most powerful brother had to be cautious when facing a demon lord, and she didn't even know what she was going to do next.

"Speak," said the Demon Lord, his voice might be gentle and amiable, and it didn't affect the mages so much, it could only be described as a disgusting noise, "I'm listening, Warlock." ”

When one of the two parties to the contract is the caster, it is difficult for mortal laws to judge or judge it fairly, so they are more accustomed to swearing to the magic galaxy, if the terms of the contract are violated, then the party who violates it will be deprived of the right to cast magic, and if the benefits involved in the contract are so great that a spellcaster may give up his innate dignity as a result, then they will go to the temple of a good god such as Tyre or Rosada and ask the god to be a witness to the contract- But a third of the people standing here are warlocks, and although the elves have said that not every warlock is evil, the caster who can occupy a place on the Dragonfire Islands will never set foot in the temple of these two gods for the rest of his life.

Warlocks with dragon blood certainly don't choose the former, and with so many spellcasters, even a little devil or a succubus may not be able to do it without fail. She finally decided to change the casting materials and spells used in the summoning to summon a high-ranking devil for the contract, and she even figured out how to fight the summoned devil's words and bargain - not that she would be stingy with a small sacrifice, but that the summoner's too easy response would annoy a devil, who liked to play with their lips. Engage in a dance-like battle with the casters and get the ultimate thrill from the anger and frustration of the losers.

And then there came a demon lord.

It is well known that the devil is in order, and the demon is chaotic, and there are people who make a pact with the demon, but the percentage of contracts that can fully achieve the intended purpose is surprisingly low, to the extent that even the ruffian who wanders in the tavern will shout loudly when the bard sings about the pact between some evil mage and a demon, accusing him of using the wrong word. It shouldn't be a devil, it should be a devil, and the devil's credit is obviously much better than that of the devil.

But now what could she say, she could say: Oh, the bottomless abyss beneath the Lord of the Demons, Grazt, I am not summoning you, but a high-ranking demon. I'd love to have a great solo trip to the main plane, but I'm sorry. Your credit went bankrupt 10,000 years ago, I don't believe you, and no one else believes in you, can you just go back and bring a bone demon or a succubus over casually?

Of course, no one would do that, and they bowed their heads deeply. They did not dare to let the lord of the demon look directly into their faces, lest the demon see anything in their eyes.

But it didn't make sense, the female warlock who was the summoner moved her lips slightly after a brief repetition, but before she could speak. A voice broke the silence—the warlock of demonic blood bowed deeply to the demon lord deep enough for his hair to touch his knees—and then he explained the summoning to Grazt, graciously showing the scroll to the demon perched high on the obsidian throne.

In fact, Grazt had received enough information from the bone demon before he came to the main plane, he didn't think there was anything wrong with witnessing the contract signed by a group of mages and warlocks, although it was a bit boring and monotonous at first, but he believed that the game would always become extremely interesting, and he fixed his eyes on the male warlock, the demon's eyes were emerald, but unlike the iris of the elves like the first young leaves or the wide lake, this green was like the juice of a broken liver and gallbladder, and it was like a phosphorus fire beating between the bones, and it was as cold and hard as the northernmost ice ridgeHis gaze made everyone shudder and numb.

He stretched out his sixth finger and swung it slightly, and the scroll flew up from the male warlock's hand and landed between his hands, the demon straightened the scroll and knocked it with interest, and then it was obvious that there was some interest, because this contract had nothing to do with blood and death, but was drafted to contain them: "I will oversee this contract," the demon lord threw it casually, and just threw the scroll in front of the warlock of the Eastern Crown Lord: "What's your name?"

"Nada. The female warlock replied quickly, she picked up the scroll and smiled boldly at the demon, and the collar pin that was originally well buttoned disappeared without a trace, and the neckline that was bound was open to the position between the ****, revealing not much skin, but against the background of the red robes, they were like solidified fat or shining moonlight.

"Variant name?"

"Yes, Your Highness. The female warlock keenly changed her name as the lord of the demon did not allow her to call herself a servant, and she tried to check the demon's expression, but found that it had been shrouded in a black mist—she quickly bowed her head respectfully, "Thank you for your help......" She hesitated, for she didn't know if it was time to bring up sacrifices or other rewards, but since Grazt just wanted to be happy, then ...... Anyway, demons always get what they want.

"Sign your name, gentlemen," she said, "in the presence of the mighty and majestic Demon Lord, Grazt. ”

If the spellcasters were a little reluctant just now, now they want to leave, even if they lose the favor of their masters, and sign a contract with the Demon Lord as a witness, they always feel that they will lose more than they gain, but they don't know when. The demonic fog had covered the entire harbor, and they could not even see their ship when they looked back, and now the situation was clear - they had lost the opportunity to turn back.

Even so, no one wanted to be the first, and in the end, an unfortunate elderly mage closest to the obsidian throne stepped forward under the threat of a female warlock and signed his name in the blank space of the scroll, and he finished writing the last stroke of the letter. The black name flickered and turned into a lava crimson, then slowly seeped into the scroll, and finally a starlight flashed, indicating that the magical galaxy had accepted the contract, and that his agreement with the Eastern Crown had come into effect—and then they stepped forward one by one, and signed their names with unhappy expressions—the warlock with demonic blood was probably an exception, he looked very relaxed, signing his name on the scroll with a complete wave, and when he stepped back to ask another person to sign. He still had the strength to smile defiantly at the female warlock.

His last laugh in the world.

An invisible giant hand suddenly grabbed him and lifted him into the air, and everyone could see how his deformed body clearly revealed the outline of the giant hand, and that hand tightened slowly and extremely, crushing him little by little from his shoulder to his hip bone, if it was a mortal, he would probably die the moment he was caught, but a warlock with demonic blood could continue to wail until he was pinched in two. The top half of him fell to the ground, splashing with reddish water. And the remaining two feet can still jump, as if they are trying to escape from their former owners into the safety of the sea.

The casters instinctively retreated, the mages' hands in their sleeves and the warlocks swayed, the air filled with the subtle glow of fire from the fluctuations of magic.

"Don't be nervous," said Grazt, hidden in the fog, lazily, "I'm just doing my duty." Look," the scroll suddenly stood up, the paper used for the scroll was bleached human skin, with soft fine lines on it, as several mages focused on looking at it. It was discovered that one of their names was not completely hidden: "A little trick." Grazt slapped his palms coldly, "But you shouldn't play in front of me." ”

Obviously, the warlock with demonic blood might have thought that the demon lord would open up to him, but he didn't know as much about demons as he thought he would.

"So," said the demon lord Grazt, grumbling discontentedly on his obsidian throne as the next mage was urged to sign the scroll, "it is a mistake to raise children on the main plane, it is too comfortable here, and the result is a bunch of useless little mice, I said, isn't the bottomless abyss a good place? Architectural and demonic, and food is not so scarce, as long as you want, whether it is the Styx or the Mourning Wasteland, there are many souls worth tasting......"

The expressions on the casters' faces were indescribable, they had signed their names amid the nagging of the Demon Lord, accompanied by barely bearable headaches and tinnitus, and now they just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible, even if it was to rush to the crater that could erupt at any moment, at least the volcano would not complain about the child's upbringing like a resentful woman.

- The lich suddenly said a name, sign it, he said.

The Soul of the Other World was very surprised, because the Lich had not "spoken" the language of another plane with it since he came here, and although he had read it from the Soul of the Other World, the former undead just now spoke the language of that plane - what?

- Sign the name I told you. Said the lich.

- Is this really going to work? The otherworldly soul dipped the peacock quill in the extra ink, uh, I mean, I wasn't completely sure I could escape.

- You don't need to run away, said the lich, sign it, do you think I can get rid of you?

The Otherworldly Soul thought he needed to remember how the name should be written, but he found that his fingers had signed it smoothly without the command of his brain, and the name lingered on the vellum for a moment, just like everyone else, before turning crimson and seeping into the scroll, followed by tiny dots of light that dissipated in an instant—he put the Peacock Quill back on the Mithril holder and took a step back.

The scroll returned to its original white and flawless appearance, as if no one had written anything on it.

- That's the ...... Done?The otherworldly soul asked bewilderment--is this my name, isn't it, my name?

- Otherwise, said the lich, do you think that the magic galaxy and a demon lord will not be able to make out a pseudonym? He was a little irritable, he didn't want the souls of the other world to keep too many memories of the past, as he said, it was a dangerous thing.

The otherworldly spirit sighed - alas, it said to the lich that it was a strange name, and I couldn't tell if it was a male or a female name - do you think it should belong to a male or a female?

- Maybe it's a bit of both, the lich sarcastically.

He had been wary of the demon lord Grazt, but he didn't make any more trembling moves when everyone had signed their names and put the scroll back at his feet, and the fog disappeared as the scroll and Grazt left, the starlight shone back on everyone, the sea breeze brushed their skin, and they realized that their robes were almost soaked in cold sweat.

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Their work began early the next morning, and no one dragged on, and no one objected to Nada's arrangements and instructions, thinking that there was always a pair of Demon Lord eyes behind them - every spellcaster just wanted to finish the work of quelling the volcanic eruption as soon as possible, and then return to their own island as soon as possible, or return to the mainland, in short, as far away from this dangerous place as possible.

Along the way, the signs of the eruption were very clear, they could not see birds and small animals, the land was hot, and from time to time they could see steam rising from the chasm, and the air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur, stronger than when Grazt appeared-the mage who had spoken to Cremar shook his head, it was the first time he had participated in such an operation, and he had provoked a demon lord, and now it was time to regret it- When Nada asked them to summon their respective Fire Elemental Pets, he pulled a toad out of his cuff.

Although fire elemental creatures have a variety of postures, toads ...... It's rare, but it's probably just a temporary summon from him - only some of the caster's pets are already there, they are larger and stronger than the ones they summoned, they linger with their masters, and they are more intelligent and obedient. (To be continued.) )