The place where Ferek Hill was supposed to be one of the safest places in the bloody battlefield, there were tens of thousands of demons and demons between her and the Batzu mongrel, and outside the camp, there were hundreds of high-ranking demons protecting her, and she was never short of runes, scrolls and wands, and when she fell asleep, she put her weapons - The whip, dagger, and dagger were placed closest to each other, and of course, her greatest weapons were the succubus's special spell-like abilities and her own talents, as well as the divine powers that her father had squeezed from Woking, the god of wealth. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Much to her distress, no matter how much she threatened and lured, Vain was unwilling to tell her when he would put the devil into their camp, which kept her in a constant state of uneasy rage, and she executed two demon hunters who intended to flatter her, as well as a reckless Flo, and constantly pressed her hand on her long whip, staring harshly and harshly at the dragonborn mage who was said to have betrayed her in his plan and stabbed her sword into her chest- But she must admit that in the tense atmosphere, his usual indifference and slight weariness gave her some wonderful comfort, and she longed to see him, and when she saw him, she wanted to kill him. It was very perverse, and Ferrekhill fantasized that he would suffocate to death with his own whip around his neck before he could draw his sword, and that he would become a beautiful and powerful golem in her mansion, indestructible and loyal, ready to take her orders and destroy any enemy who dared to despise her.

But that would not be until the bloody battle was over, and even Ferrekhill would not dare to deliberately sway the authority of her father, Grazt, the Lord of Darkness—she anxiously recalled every word Vain had said, and if Vain hadn't stopped her from killing the black-haired dragonborn, did it mean that in some way, the ownership of Cremar had already been handed over to her—she licked her teeth and thought intoxicatedly that maybe it was a reward, if she did what Grazt wanted her to do.

She looked out of the tent, and before she could almost call out the name, a strong wave woke her up from her vision, and the succubus screamed and activated a rune that would trigger the protective spell in the tent - the silver-blue light of magic flowed on the surface of the blood-colored tent, occasionally bursting with dark flames, indicating that the place was indeed under attack - the succubus's heart calmed down, waiting was indeed an anxious thing.

The smooth top of the tent was bumpy, and then, for about three heartbeats, the bulge became as sharp as a sword, and Ferek Hill thought he heard a tearing sound, but it was possible that it didn't, and the protective spell completely collapsed in the final blow, and the black shadow that obscured Ferek Hill's vision fell, and the sudden loud sound when it hit the ground even alarmed the demons who were fighting.

It was a chained demon, but it looked more like a descendant of the Wriggling King, and he was prostrate in place, letting the demon's attacks rain down like a shower—and in an instant, the massive body of the hill was on fire, and the wings, or the membrane wings, or the scales and shells, everything was scorched in the shrill whistling of the flames, and the foul smoke rose into the air, emitting a pungent fishy smell. But just as a male succubus lowered his arm, a tentacle from nowhere grabbed his foot tightly, dragging him into the flames, screaming and begging for help, only to see the demons in the same predicament as him.

No, it's not just a deformed chain demon. This is an elite squad of devils, these powerful devils fell to Ferekhill's side without warning, when the chain demons attracted the attention and attack of the demons, they had summoned the most and most powerful devils they could summon, such a power, it was enough to compete with a quarter of the legions, and at this time, the Batzu mongrels seemed to get a signal and began to attack at all costs, and even worse, the legions led by Ferek Hill also began to cooperate with the devils to attack their companions, Ferek Hill could barely believe her eyes, she roared, taunted and intimidated, but to no avail, the demons retreated step by step, and the originally powerful defense line was like a bridge that had been stripped of an important pillar, crumbling and collapsing at any time.

She flew into the air, then fell abruptly, and just as the demons were puzzled, the flaming arrows instantly took over their vision...... They were so fast, so dense, and so dazzling, covering the entire high platform, and after the dazzling light, the figure of the male ** demon was revealed, and the pleasure of blood and death distorted their beautiful faces - and before the surviving demons could stand up, their throats were suddenly torn, and filthy blood splashed high in the air, and the hellcat, which could hide its body in the light, rushed towards it and launched an invisible killing.

The demon's magic then brought a deep darkness that enveloped the platform, followed by a series of short but effective spells, and the terrible cries of the hellcats filled the battlefield that was unusually small compared to the bloody battle, and only a vortex of energy opened by the black-haired dragonborn emitted a subtle light, and a large group of demons were pouring up from the platform, but what made Ferrek Hill almost go crazy was that they were also fighting each other.

The daughter of Grazt looked at the blink of white that stood out in the cloudy color, and she knew she should let the plan go ahead, but she also didn't believe that her father would dare to make such a big bet, or if it was simply because of weakness that she did not want to admit, she decided almost immediately when she looked at a gloomy and tall terror—that she was going to give up this place, her legion, and the so-called conspiracy that was not at all reliable.

Ferek Hill thought quickly, she couldn't flee to the other Legion Commanders, the Tower was also full of scheming and calculation, and they might as well judge her for her failures, put her to death—and strip her of all the power within her, which was probably something every demon would be happy to do. She turned to look at where Vain was, their legion was next to each other, and Vain had left his tent and was confronting a Hellpurgatory.

If Vain had died, Ferek Hill gloated, then, at least, she would have inherited his legion, and if not, then she would have been able to take refuge in the most loyal demon under her father, Grazt, and the only thing she could worry about might be the wrath and cold treatment of the Lord of Darkness, but it didn't matter, she wasn't Grazt's favorite child in the first place.