Sarodar dimension, Earth, European continent, Bavarian region.

In the wooden house manor on the hillside outside the town, Elena handed her coffee, then frowned, and sat quietly in her chair listening to the excited voices of a man and a woman in front of her.

They are demon hunters who roam the whole of Europe, hunting all kinds of monsters that ordinary people believe to exist only in legends and myths.

"So that's the case, and we're surprised ourselves, after all, we've never heard of the hellish demon being real before, and this is the first time we've seen it. ”

"You tracked a demon here, and then found out that the priest in our church was also secretly possessed by a demon?"

Hearing this, Elena probably had a clue in her heart, as if these demons were inseparable from the dark gods she knew.

That hateful bastard even secretly sent someone to spy on him! When he came back, he had to beat him up to relieve his anger.

But thinking about it, Elena's expression was still the same, and she didn't show any different colors.

"Is the demon you tracked down in our town now?"

The female witcher immediately shook her head, "No, this demon is special, we call it the Hell Trader, he is usually summoned by some people who want to get something for nothing, and use his soul as a collateral in exchange for the help of the demon to fulfill their wishes, and the reason why we were able to track him down is also through a poor creature who mortgaged his soul and was being hunted by the demon as a result. ”

Elena thought about it for a moment, then nodded, she also wanted to confirm whether this had anything to do with that bastard god in Sargeras.

The next morning, Elena went to the town church as usual, and found a random reason to take the priest to the cemetery behind the church, where no one usually came.

"What's the matter, nothing happened to the cemetery, Sister Elena, I think you must be... Ahhhh

Before the priest could finish speaking, two witchers hiding nearby rushed out and splashed a mysterious liquid on his face, which seemed to be ordinary clear water.

Plumes of white smoke instantly rose from the priest's face, as if the water was burning his skin.

This is holy water, the water that the demon hunter has soaked in with a cross after praying to the void and non-existent God, and the ordinary human eye does not notice it, and the holy light of punishment flashes like a flash of light into the clear water.

It seems that the will of this world is also repelling alien creatures such as demons, and it seems that there is some supreme being that responds to pious prayers.

The priest roared and shook his head, his eyes turned into pitch black and glared fiercely at the two witchers, intending to go up and tear the two humans to shreds.

But before he could do anything, the female witcher began to read aloud a quick Latin incantation, an exorcism spell they had found in an ancient codex.

This also worked, the priest was only occupied by a non-pure-blooded demon with ordinary strength distorted from the human soul, and the high-level pure-blooded demon couldn't even think about it, after all, the human body couldn't withstand their powerful power.

The priest began to tremble, fell to his knees in pain, and let out a loud cry of unknown meaning.

Finally, the priest screamed, his head jerked up to the sky, and a puff of black smoke whistled out of his mouth and burrowed into the ground.

"It worked... The demons were sent back to Hell, where they were supposed to be. ”

Looking at the priest who had fallen unconscious to the ground, the two witchers looked at each other and were excited.

It seems that these demons are not invincible, as long as they master the methods against them, although they can't kill them, they can still be allowed to go back to hell.

Elena was not angry, she was not as optimistic as the witcher, and she always felt that these evil demons would not be killed so easily.

As for what hell, Elena scoffed even more, she was now sure that this must be the demonic subordinate sent by Sargeras, and it has nothing to do with the hell fart who doesn't know if it exists.

Because the moment before the demon was exorcised from the priest's body, he turned his head to look at himself, as if trying to convey something to himself.

That night, on the road outside the town, there was a quiet, empty crossroads.

"This is the place provided by the poor worm, who was the demon he summoned at the crossroads, and who traded his soul for great wealth and eternal sickness, but alas... There were too many loopholes in the demon's contract, and within a few months he was hunted by the demon, who wanted to collect his soul in advance. ”

Elena nodded, watching as the two witchers hid again, and she volunteered as bait to summon the demon out.

Varimathas was depressed, he had been doing well since he returned to the Burning Legion.

Although he was in control of the entire Dreadlord force, Kilgardan the Deceiver was unhappy with his foolish failure in the world of Azeroth.

The three Dreadlord who were sent to spy on the Lich King were the only ones left alive, and the two dead brothers were even more useless by Kil'Gardan's spray, and they were pulled down when they died, and it was better to die.

Then the High God Lord returned, and also sent himself an extremely important mission, sending this small ordinary planet called Earth on a business trip.

Gradually take control of valuable targets, occupy them like skins, and finally take full control of the planet.

Varimatus is a handy man for this kind of scheming task, and from time to time he can harvest batches of human souls as desserts or toys, or twist their souls into half-blood demons, this life is quite beautiful, but boring and depressing.

Oh, and one of the most important tasks is to protect a human woman, and it seems that the Supreme Divine Lord attaches great importance to this human ant.

At this time, one of the demons under his command who was in charge of trading souls at the crossroads contacted him urgently, saying that something big had happened and that he had to make a trip.

It was so strange that Varimatas decided to go and take a look.

Back in time, Elena dripped her own blood on a finger bone according to the spell and summoning method provided by the witcher, and then buried it in an iron box in the middle of the crossroads.

A gust of wind blew, and a handsome middle-aged uncle in a black suit appeared out of thin air not far in front of Elena.

"You're calling me? Say what you desire, and use your soul as a counter ... Arrival. Resist... ”

The high-level pure-blooded demon with his eyes burning with evil energy flames was halfway through speaking, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, wasn't this human woman riding a horse the human who had been given a death order to protect it!

If something goes wrong with her, all the purebred demons on Earth will probably have to be dragged to the Burning Throne of Antorus* to be brutally tortured by destroying the Witch Society.

The energy fluctuations of the High God Lord emanating from the S-shaped Argus Divine Iron Necklace hanging from her chest were extremely sensitive to it.

Trouble!

Give yourself 10,000 guts and don't dare to accept the soul of this aunt!

Do you want to continue to mix in the Burning Legion? No, it's no longer a question of whether to mix things up or not, it's how the supreme god Lord Sargeras will torture and tear himself apart.

"Uh... That one... Well... My lord, please wait a moment, I will contact my boss and ask him if you have any requirements. ”

A moment later, Varimathas strode out of a cloud of evil flames.

The two witchers hiding in the shadows were stupid, they didn't know what the Dreadlord was, they just thought that this was the real demon.

The body is more than three meters tall, with heavy hooves, the demon's wings tucked behind its back, and the pair of curved horns on its forehead.

My God... Is this monster Satan himself?

Varimathas sensed it, sneered disdainfully, and made a grasping gesture with his right hand, and the two hidden witchers suddenly flew out uncontrollably, fell to the ground and fainted.

And then... The Dreaddemon King's expression instantly changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and with a soft spring breeze, he tried to make himself smile kindly.

"Ah, it is an honor to meet you, Your Excellency the Chosen of the Eternal God, what can I do for you, the decree of the Most High God, I will... ”

"Shut up, I ask you, that bastard from Sargeras sent you, right?

Valimathas immediately nodded violently, this aunt can't be provoked, listening to her tone, it seems that the relationship with the Supreme God Lord is still very unusual, and the Dreadlord thinks of the demon sword Venianka in the world of Azeroth, is the Eternal Chosen so bullish.

"Do you like to make a deal? Then I'll make a deal with you, use my soul as collateral, and return people's souls at once, and don't take possession of human bodies at will, and never allow this to be done. ”

The Dreadlord shuddered for a moment, then shook his head.

"You're so humorous, haha. Ha... Hiccup. ”

As he spoke, Varimatas flipped his hands downward.

"As you wish, all human souls have returned to where they rightfully been, the contracts are all canceled, and I promise you that nothing like this will happen again. ”

"The two humans are going to let them go. ”

"No problem, just two ants. ”

Elena nodded, ready to drag the two fainted witchers out of here.

"Hmmm... Lord Elena, you may not know much, but we fear that the Demon King never does business at a loss, so ... Forehead... I dare not ask for your soul, but I still have to charge a little ... Well... Ahh

Elena felt like her purse was gone, containing a pile of odd and bits of loose coins.

The next day, the two witchers, who had come to their senses in the small manor on the hillside of Elena, hurried back to the town, ready to leave at once to contact reinforcements.

It was strange that Elena could barely push off that terrifying demon with holy water and a cross, but she didn't have time to think about it so much now.

Elena tried to dissuade them from coming back, but the two witchers were unmoved, knowing that there was a demon wreaking havoc here, and they couldn't afford to let it go.

On the town's main street, two witchers stopped an old-fashioned European farm oxcart.

"Trouble drop by and give me a ride, we're going out. ”

"Unfortunately, you can't go anywhere. ”

A somewhat familiar voice came from behind him, and the priest who had been successfully exorcised yesterday was standing behind the two of them at some point, his eyes dark.

The driver of the car also rolled over and jumped down, showing a malicious smile, his eyes closed for a moment, and when he opened them again, it was also pitch black.

The surrounding townsfolk gathered around, and without exception, they were all demons in disguise.

The two witchers froze, they never thought that the whole town, except for the nun Elena, everyone else would be occupied by demons.

After a brief scream, the bodies of the two witchers were dragged in the direction of the church.

Two more fresh skins, and some kind of witcher, should be of some use.