These...... The dangerous males stopped a few feet away from the Priests of Flo, and instead of speaking, they spread out, revealing a girl behind them. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

A young girl who looked like a child in height, Flo's priest accurately judged - Afra's height, perhaps because of the too many trials and tribulations she suffered when she was a baby and a child, and the heavy load of magical tattoos, she is still only a little over five feet, and among the tall and strong women of the Highland Normans, she looks extraordinarily young and slender, but her eyes are not owned by a child, even if she stands in front of her with some love and desire/ The priests who were watching, as she gazed intently at one of them, almost fell to their knees weakly.

The priests of Frow used to use this little trick - when the men they gazed at affectionately asked them why they were staring at themselves like this, they would say that it was because they wanted to imprison their loved ones in their eyes, and it was hard for the men not to be seduced when they saw that there was indeed their own reflection in those rippling eyes—but for the first time they felt its terrible power deeply,

Or rather......

"Flo's priest. Afra said, again, an affirmative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.

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The black sky rolled up with crimson clouds, and the flames fell from the clouds like a shower, and as soon as they fell into the dark demon army, they immediately turned into golden flowers of destruction, the petals stretched in all directions, large and small, but even the smallest one could destroy the demon team.

But the demons are always crazy to recover every inch of the ground, like another plane filming the growth of plants and trees in a time-lapse film, and in the blink of an eye, they are dumped onto the battlefield from the turquoise flames, from the silver-blue doors, or from the colorful pool water, especially the invokers and low-level demons, they are like gravel, like sewage, like any kind of garbage that no one will feel sorry for even if it is consumed senselessly, and all they have to do is not even like a battle, but just to disrupt the order of the devil's army, it doesn't matter if they lose a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand, The high-level demons felt particularly relaxed as long as they saw the devils jumping like thunder.

And unlike in the past, the demons are not only satisfied with hand-to-hand combat with the devils on the battlefield, they have divided a part of the team composed of high-level demons above the berserk demons, mainly attacking the generals and main forces in the devil's legion, if it is just like this, the devils will not be too angry, after all, it is also an unwritten routine to assassinate each other's important people in a bloody battle. The point is, these demons often just pick one of the three devil generals at random, tear him apart or bury him in the mire of bloody battle, and then quickly leave, ignoring the remaining two.

The demons can, the devils can't, they must immediately make up the three, otherwise, both their superiors and subordinates will find it inexplicably unbearable, and the regular attacks of the devils like a wave are suddenly broken, and chaos gradually takes over.

"How do you know they have to ...... Well...... So?" Ferrek Hill asked.

"Because...... Obsessive-compulsive disorder. The souls of the other world replied that the devils are creatures of the abyss, but on the other hand, they are the guardians of order, and on the other plane, people who are accustomed to order almost all have a slight or obvious obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the souls of the other world do not know if the devils will have them, but after seeing their three-three formations (even the prayer and low-level demons are no exception), he thought, yes, they have.

Maybe the demons will soon figure out how to adjust, or come up with other countermeasures, but the demons, at least Ferrekhill and Vain, only need the demons to be severely injured once.

"If they keep their advantage," Wynn said, "then they won't be so desperate to win elsewhere." ”

The tide of demons rolled, a clear line unfolded in the camp of the devil and the demons, it was clear that the demons were retreating, they needed to find a way to deal with the demons with new means of warfare, about a third of the way, the steel fortress where the high-ranking demons stood up blocked the demons' attack, and then, there was no other use than vain draining their troops, but the demons did not give up, or rather, they became more crazy and excited, until the demons attracted a river of lava, and the blazing flames made the demons' minds calm down a little。

"I should give you some reward. Ferrick Hill said.

The gaze of the otherworldly soul lingered on the male succubus for a moment, for Cremar, this dragonborn male succubus who suddenly appeared next to Ferrek Hill naturally retained deep malice, but when the former looked at it, his skin turned gray and white in an instant, if there was anything more terrifying about this black-haired dragonborn than his endless, powerful magic, it was probably that he never minded tasting everything he could get his hands on- Demons, demons will devour each other, for the sake of power, but when it comes to tasting, it is still mainly soul--the black-haired dragonborn is not very fond of souls, his intense curiosity and exuberant appetite focus on the touch and quality of reality.

Ten years later, all the demons (the Assassins or the ones who were jealous of him), and the devils, had learned wisely not to disturb him during the three meals a day, and even the bloody battlefield would have a strange meager void - and the reason for this meager was that there were invokers and low-ranking demons who lacked the sanity and wisdom to foolishly rush into the hands of the adult who was thinking about breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

The demons' generals were often invited by him, but even the most brutal demons never imagined that a demon or devil could be divided into so many parts...... For example, the head, tail, upper brain, sandwich meat, front hoof, neck meat, front hoof, loin, spine, ribs, belly, buttocks, sitting buttocks, marble, hind hooves, hind hooves, ...... It was the first time they had heard of it, and they had been taught a whole bunch of ways to cook and season it, and to their despair, the daring Dragonborn would have stir-fried the venerable meat of the tower with the filthy meat of the Batzu mongrel - although it tasted good, and the sensation of hitting the stomach all the way from the mouth to the stomach wall was novel, but the demons agreed that it was too ...... Wicked......

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Vain is indeed a demon as cunning as his lord Grazt, after the devils suffered a major defeat, the three demons under the command of Fergus really began to be urgent, they tried several times, and finally agreed to Vinne's request, but the bait that could lure out Ferekhill was certainly not something they could control, and the matter was transferred to Fergus.

Fergus is known as the "Duke of Clever Words" in the Nine Levels of Hell, he works for the Lord Dispart, the Lord of the Second Layer, and as a devil, he is more of an arrogant scholar, from his appearance to his thoughts- When they saw him, they could only see a withered, dark-skinned human, dressed in a robe, with claws hidden in his gloves and boots, and the only thing that differed from his human appearance was that his horns protruded from above his temples, thin and long, and his eyes danced with ominous fire like the other devils. In the Nine Layers of Hell, there is no one he hates the devil more than the "Duke of Eloquence" Bunie, although the two devils are like a couple from the nickname, but if possible, one of them will not hesitate to throw the other into the abyss for 10,000 years or more.

It must be said that there is some hatred between them- It's hard to find a basis for it, but the hillbilly legends are a lot of talkers, and that's because they're equally good at debating and intrigue, and although the devils are all eloquent and have lotus tongues, Buigne and Fergus are the best of them, and they serve both the lords in diplomatic and intelligence roles, so it's inevitable that their carts will collide with each other on many occasions, not to mention that sometimes, out of their own bad tastes, some devil lords will deliberately put them together to see who can convince them to favor their respective masters。

In fact, this matter reached Fergus's ears a little earlier, after all, as a devil, he could not be careless of overly alert subordinates, lest one morning suddenly receive a challenge that he did not very expect, and he did not expect that his subordinates would hide it from him, after all, it was difficult to say what the chaotic garbage wanted to do, and they would also want to gain great merit in the bloody battle in order to get promoted.

But Fergus still decided to punish the three devils, maybe after the bloody battle, maybe in the bloody battle, and he wanted to see what kind of expressions they would have when they knew that their actions had not only failed to get him promoted, but had led to a tragic demotion- Also, at the mention of bait, he thought of Bugne, his old rival, and coincidentally, Bugne was not in the front at this time, which means that Fergus did not need to worry that Bugne's sudden death would lead to the victory of the demons in a bloody battle, but he had to think carefully and look for an opportunity to lure Bugne out of his territory.

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"What kind of excuse do you think would tempt Bunie?" Ferrek Hill asked.

"What about the daughter of Grazt?" said Vain, lying on a low couch, his body several times taller than a human like a red hill, his decapitating sword stuck in the ground, and the long whip of flame that he did not know how much of the life of demons and demons was wrapped around the broad sword, its head hanging lazily, and the sparks constantly bursting down on the cold rocks, making a small hissing sound, like a pit viper calling for its companions.

"Then it's not just two people who make deals with you. The succubus said that she was lying naked on Barlow's chest, her sharp nails digging into his skin. "Can I know?" she asked sweetly, "who will be the last to plunge the sword into my chest?"

"Anyone may," said Wayne, "should we have mercy on one of the devils? But," he said, "it will only be Cremar, your darling, who will give you the final blow." ”

"You're a cruel fellow," Ferrek Hill said, "I might be outraged, even if he just did what you ordered." ”

"Your father's," Vein reminded, "is the order of the Ethereal Lord Grazt. ”

But he also knew that even if Cremar only took Grazt's orders and did so, unless Grazt summoned him to his side after the affair was over, he would be killed by Ferek Hill one day, just like the hapless Grzt priest.

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As Venin had said, Duke Bunne had also received a generous gift, a soul that had rarely escaped from his hands, and he had stuffed this restless soul back into the gem, and when he had dealt with the matter at hand, he would come up with a thousand ways to punish it and make it regret it, but now, he needed to give Viin's messenger an answer.

To his surprise, the messenger of Vinn turned out to be a human thief, and he may have some divine blood in his body, but it is an indisputable fact that demons despise and hate humans more than demons.

"I should probably punish you, human," said Boone, "because you have brought me unpleasant news." ”

"My host thought that should be good news. ”

"You sold a piece of goods to two buyers and wanted them to kill each other," Bougne said, "and I don't think that's good news." ”

"Just when you don't know anything about it, when you're unprepared. "But if you're prepared, it's just a fun and easy outing." ”

"Maybe there's a third devil who is listening to the same advice......"

"If you refuse," Gülen raised his head slightly, "then, most likely, honorable duke, very likely." ”