Someone asked how tall the succubus was, and that, our small gram was about 190 centimeters. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info and the official data of the succubus is six feet, 125 pounds, that is to say, 182 centimeters, 113 pounds. The height difference between the two is still very suitable...... That's it.

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If the little devil Asmodeus was lucky enough to see another plane, he might feel that he was very close to Cremar. Although it didn't yet know that Cremar was its former owner, after all, Cremar was already a white skeleton at the time, and in the demigod lich's tower, Cremar didn't use the current variant name.

It was indeed brought back to the Seventy-Seven Islands by Arthur, and also met the demigod lich with a strange aesthetic, it did not know what the latter had done to it, but it was not a good thing, and when it was not possible to get anything useful even by putting Asmodeus's tail in a meat grinder, it was traded to a demon, and instead of taking it back to the bottomless abyss, the demon made a second-hand sale, or rather a tribute, because all the third masters of Asmodeus during this short period were the embodiment of a god, and Asmodeus was happy to serve him, but unfortunately it ended up in the hands of a mortal- Well, to be precise, a mortal who is not so mortal.

Then it went to deliver a message at the request of the mortal master, and it was to be celebrated that it was the prey it had hoped for - Glenn's previous master, the black-haired spellcaster, now the dragonborn warlock Cremar, Asmodeos scratched at the fur on his neck with his hind paws, hehe, the name was not a warm blessing in Grenada, it had heard something, and it was obvious that both its mortal master and the warlock were in great trouble. However, Asmodeus had little nostalgia when he was left behind by Gülen, and now Sharp Jaws Harbor was in an eerie calm, and the little devil could do little but beat flies with his tail. Truth be told, the inhabitants of the Abyss are not at all optimistic about their future, and have imagined for the umpteenth that it will laugh at them loudly when the calamity comes, but Asmodeus always feels that if he continues to be with them, he may have to find a pinprick demon to exchange him with a pair of Mithril or Adamantite eyes.

A wild cat, maybe a wild cat, there are so many deformed creatures in Grenada that sometimes they are eaten by the little goblins that the warlocks have created to clean up the remnants, but sometimes, as it is now, in front of the little devil is a black and gray striped cat with two heads, one head forward and one backward so that they can see things in both directions at the same time, and then it has a few tentacles sticking out of its ribs that can hold it firmly to the roof beam with its claws, and maybe that's why it didn't get caught- It bent its back, its two heads whirring in fright, the little devil took two steps back, hiding itself better, and the misshapen poor creature mistook its threat for work, its tentacles pulled out of the rotten and greasy wooden beams on the surface, and danced slowly in the air—the little devil knew that they were not slow at all, and that it had seen how they hunted. Perhaps he had been mistaken for a fat house mouse, Asmodeos thought, and he continued to take a step back, and the cat was tempted to take one step forward, and another step, completely oblivious to the fact that it had gone out of the shadow of the beam to the place where there was light.

A crossbow bolt pierced through the air without warning, and then nailed the misshapen tanuki to the roof beam, and at the last moment it turned to the side, but it still didn't have time, the bolt did not hit its heart and head but caused it more pain, its two pairs of eyes looked into the void, as if it could find its final destination there, and the little devil had been prostrate there, sipping its despair contentedly, or some troubled warlock had given the cat extra wisdom, or it was simply filling the furry body with a human soul, and its humanity had made its taste rich and varied。

The mercenary who shot the bolt took the bet from his companion, it was only a silver coin, but the winner was triolatory, and the loser was unhappy - the cat was ignored, not including the owner of the tavern, and it would rot quietly on the wooden beams, and the rotted fur and maggots would fall from the beams of the house into the people's wine glasses, but that didn't matter, and perhaps added a peculiar flavor to their blood wine. The tavern was filthy and shoddy, but it was impossible for such a person to take care of such little things, and the little devil gasped softly, blowing his breath into the air.

The fine dust fell on the mercenaries' wine glasses, on their plates, and on their hair and beards, and fell on their faces as they moved, and then were inhaled by their noses or unconsciously swept up by their tongues, not noticing that there were so many drunk people today, no, perhaps the tavern master noticed, but his reaction was to beat the slaves who mixed the wine with water- Because he had not done his job properly, and was busy mixing more water with his own hands, until at last the clear liquid was more water than wine, and he tasted the first floor, and then fell down in doubt.

The mercenaries here belong to the Dragon's Tooth, and in a high-sounding name, they can also be said to be subordinate to the Dragon's Tooth Legion, but in fact, this is only a false and ridiculous consolation - they have no organization, no money, all weapons and equipment need to be prepared by themselves, and of course, they cannot be respected as a Dragon's Tooth Knight, let alone plunder cities and countries with the Red Dragon. Their work was more akin to that of slaves and servants, not only of the Dragontooth Knights, but also of the Dinosaurs, who had to sort and cut herds of cattle and sheep into large pieces of meat, clean their dung, scrub their saddles, and endure the occasional tooth sacrifice (i.e., eating one or two of them) by the monsters.

The only income for the mercenaries is the occasional handouts from the knights, and the search for something of value from the dinosaur's dung, after all, the dinosaurs will eat some people in battle, and they will not untie the jewelry and money bags of those people in advance. There is also access to cheap drinks and food, and they often gather to discuss how to obtain the blue eyes of a Dragonclaw Knight, who are also made up of henchmen, who in some battles appear as auxiliary armies to clear the battlefield, and they undoubtedly gain much more than they can clean up dinosaur droppings.

The little devil used its tail to flap the little vampire that had gathered around the cat's corpse. The Dragonborn legions have unusually harsh laws, so harsh that even the lowliest servants would be careful to keep their mouths shut, but this is the powder from the bottomless abyss, the dust collected at the feet of the Lust Demon that will tempt people to lose their minds and go mad...... They began to babble gibberish, to vent their frustration and displeasure in their hearts, and to tell every secret they knew—secrets which they had hidden in their hearts, hoping that they might be able to obtain some considerable profit for themselves in the near future—and they remembered it so firmly that even the softest embrace, or the fiercest liquor, might not have allowed them to confide in them, and now, they spoke and shouted as if they had never had the opportunity to wave their tongues again. The little devils listen intently in the dark, and many people ignore the scum, but this is not very right, because these little worms are everywhere, so they obviously know more than the average person.

Some of this information is false, some is half-true, and some of it is true as if it were false, but this does not require Asmodeos to think, it just needs to bring it back.

But by the time Asmodeus returned to his short-term master, he was ready to go.

"My honorable master," the little devil hurriedly shouted, "take me wherever you are going, and believe me, I can help you a lot, a lot, I swear, in the name of the bottomless abyss, you will need me. ”

The souls of the other world looked at the steaming air, and the scenery they saw through them was distorted and deformed, and the little devil's hairy body seemed to spontaneously combust at any moment, although it knew that this was impossible, but it would never take any devil, demon, or person on the side of evil with it on today's trip.

"Look who's talking," Unexpectedly, it was Ferrek Hill who solved this little trouble for him, the succubus leaned against the cold stone pillar, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed Asmodeos who was flapping his wings excitedly despite the distance of tens of feet, and the dazzling sunlight outside made her frown - demons and devils were not afraid of sunlight, but this extreme light was indeed not something they liked, she nodded to Cremar and kneaded Asmodeus carelessly: "Aha," she said contemptuously, " It turned out to be just a little devil -- how? What makes you think you can share with me, or even rob the master? Or you should come and meet my teeth and throat," said the female demon, "maybe they will make you a little smarter." ”

"I swear I wouldn't!" Asmodeus squeaked, thinking it would get Cremar's attention, but it poked its head out of Ferrekhill's palm with great effort to find that its owner had long since disappeared without a trace.

Of course, Ferrek Hill wouldn't really swallow Asmodeos, she knew that this little devil was still a little useful to Cremar, but that didn't stop her from stuffing the little devil into a glass bottle and taking it away, Asmodeos was frustrated in every sense - It thought it was going to get a good reward, but it could only curl up in a glass bottle and watch a demon feast on it, from the marinated dragon tail to the stewed dragon bone, from the stewed dragon bone to the fried dragon scales, from the fried dragon scales to the dragon's blood pudding, and to chew a soul gem or two for dessert.

The little devil was silent about the brazenness of asking Asmodeos to hand over the information it had gotten, but his enemy, Ferrek Hill, would never care about that, and she would be willing to play some fun games after she had her fill of food.

The little devil's scream could almost pierce the sky, and if it hadn't gotten Ferrekhill's permission - it had poured out everything without a pause anyway, and when it found out that the succubus seemed to be more of an assassin, she knew a little more about torture than she knew about men, but it did puzzle why Ferrek Hill knew this.

If Ferek Hill was willing to answer, the little devil might have an answer that surprised him, unlike the devil, as a disordered demon, the succubus's behavior is more bizarre and unpredictable—it is almost impossible for a devil to do something that is not in the contract, and if it needs to be supplemented, it must be discussed and discussed at length, or more and more expensive, but a demon is much freer.

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- What are you going to do?, the lich asked, they had gone into the desert again, but not the desert they had come, but the opposite, and they embraced the royal city of Grenada in their arms like a pair of arms—on this desert, there was more bare and tall sandstone, but there was no trace of humanity in sight.

Because this was once the territory of the Sphinx, from the sheep-faced sphinx to the eagle-headed sphinx, and then from the female sphinx to the male sphinx, they were not all evil, but the evil people of the human race made up the majority, so after several wars between the sphinx and the humans, it was the humans who eventually withdrew from the place - because there was really nothing worth fighting here.

- What do you mean the sphinx? The otherworldly soul said, I've prepared several riddles.

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