Vain gave the demons a battle plan, but that wasn't the point, the point was that he would use the devil's hand to deal a fatal blow to his master, the dark lord Grazt. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now, it was not Vain who caused the demons to suffer a serious setback for the first time on the bloody battlefield, but Ferek Hill, but no one knows the mystery, Vain is still lurking among the demons, ready to launch a final attack, and in his plan, Grazt, the lord of the three layers of the bottomless abyss, will come to the bloody battlefield because of Ferek Hill's defection. Even if he didn't love Ferrekhill as a daughter, he had to bear the cost of this misassignment, not to mention the value of Ferrekshi's own (divine power). So Vain suggested, of course, more out of the prudence of a demon who was akin to the devil, the short sword that Ferrek Hill incarnated was not easily handed over to others, he knew very well that any devil who got it could not wait to absorb its power, make himself stronger and more indestructible, it was not an empty promise or a small price to obtain.

Vain returned to the bloody battlefield to prepare for the betrayal that followed, and some of the demons under his command of Ferek Hill were brought back to the Iron Fortress by Duke Fergus and Duke Bunne, Duke of Eloquence, and some of the high-ranking demons were treated above the commoners after swearing their allegiance, and then what awaited them was transformation, and the Lich, as well as Glenn, were allowed to live in buildings higher up in the fortress, which could almost be said to be a kind of high treatment, because in this fortress, as described before, the further down you go, the hotter it becomes, and the buildings on higher will be slightly milder, yes, mild, not cool。 Cool is not a word in the second level, where the air in a room is as hot as half the temperature of the human body, and the walls and floors of the room can still be used to fry kebabs.

The lich's invisible servants opened the door for him, they had a very large space to move, and they could even get cold and clean water, bread and animal meat in the usual sense, all processed and very tasty, in fact, this treatment is not very rare in the devil's city, as long as you have enough soul gems- This is the only currency that can be used unhindered in the abyss, and the devils are more willing to use trickery and lies to trick you into obtaining the soul gems than to snatch them roughly, which would make them feel less graceful and chaotic than demon cities.

"Are you going out?" asked one of the devils when he saw the black-haired Dragonborn.

"Yes, I want to go to the fair. The lich said, "I'd like to prepare some materials for spellcasting, and perhaps some vellum paper and ink for copying scrolls." ”

A little devil was soon summoned, it was more in line with people's imagination of a little devil than Asmodeos, its body was like a skinny hyena, walking upright on two legs, the membranous wings behind it were covered with tiny shiny scales, and two pairs of eyes were inlaid above the protruding snout, one of which was most likely snatched by it, and when it spoke, it was also like a hyena barking at night, but it was quite nondescript, it was actually dressed in a luxurious garment worn by a human child, perhaps accidentally obtained from a certain summoning, this robe that was supposed to belong to a child of seven or eight years old still looked unusually wide on its bodyWithout boots, its claws are exposed, but the heat that is able to melt the leather boots in a few breaths and ignite them can't even hurt the seemingly soft pads.

The Lich was already familiar with it, and it certainly wouldn't be so stupid as to give his name to a mage so worthless, though many of the Devils were speculating that they would soon die - the Devil and the Lich called it "Cracked Tooth" because one of its bare teeth outside its lips was visibly cracked and nailed together with a gold-plated steel nail.

It looked at the dark-haired Dragonborn and shook its head, "Honorable Mage," it said, "Maybe you didn't know, things have changed a little bit outside. ”

"What kind of change?"

"Some small riots," said Cracktooth, and in fact, in the Steel Fortress, such riots can occur at any time, after all, apart from the mortal souls who have been deceived by their too stupid and naïve, whether it is a captive of bloody battles or an adventurer who dares to travel to the city of the devil, is not the kind of settler who would be willing to be reduced to a maggot after thousands of years of hard labor, "You may still be able to go to the bazaar, but I don't guarantee that you will pay more." ”

"Yours, or some other devil?" the lich asked.

"Both," said the little devil Cracktooth, "you see, I have to take more risks, and you may need to give more in return." As it spoke, its eyes looked at the mage without blinking, as if to know if he had to go out today— The former undead knew that this was also a way of selecting spies, and every time he went to the streets or the bazaar, he would be allowed, but in turn, every demon he came into contact with, Tafulim, and even humans (if any) would be subjected to severe scrutiny after that, just like other demons, but it is said that several demons have died due to conflicts with the devil, and the reason for this is difficult to delve into, but the lich believes that it is because the devil has lost interest in them.

"But if that's the case," said the lich after a moment of silence, "I may be able to get something good that I can't normally get." ”

The little devil cracked his teeth and let out a chattering laugh, as did the devil guard beside them, "Indeed," they said, "you are very right, mage, some fresh material is indeed very rare." ”

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The Devil's Bazaar wasn't far from their residence, but the little Devil Cracktooth provided mounts— A monster formed by the devils fusing the lowly demons with the creatures of the fire elemental plane, it looks like a horse with no head, no skin and no tail, the muscles exude a burning breath, the back is covered with a heavy back armor, the temperature on the back armor is the same as in their room, it belongs to the kind that humans can bear, but it is also a status symbol, if there is no accident, the devils almost turn a blind eye when they see them, but when they are close to the bazaar, they encounter a team of high-level devils who need to be bribed, and pay a high price of about thirty soul gems, but out of the devil's fanaticism for contracts and transactions, and they also got a summoning scroll.

In the bazaar, as the casters had guessed, they were fortunate enough to trade a number of less common materials, either because the new merchants were terrified by the riot, or because the soul gems in their pockets were running out (again because of the riots), or more directly and unfortunately, they became sacrifices to the riots - they themselves became a kind of goods - they were a bunch of unlucky people, but other traders who were fortunate enough to avoid or even control the catastrophe made unimaginably high profits from it.

The soul gems that were traded, as well as gold, gems, and Mithril Essence were not something that the former undead would care about, and he benefited greatly from the dragon's legacy, and his mentor Edair may be insane, perhaps irresponsible, and may have been a headache for the inhabitants of the Seventy-Seven Islands (even if some of them no longer have heads), but perhaps because of his half-blood relationship with the silver dragon, he is also a generous and jealous mentor, and in his tower, almost every hundred years, a gray robe is transformed into a lich, and the gold required for the transformation ritual can put a small duchy in troubleBut his disciples had never degenerated enough to do anything they didn't like for the sake of gold - think of it, the disciples of other mentors had to be hired by some stubborn nobleman to summon an entire region of dead people in order to raise the expensive materials needed for the transformation ritual - This kind of behavior doesn't seem to be much better than lifting the black robe to scare the child, and it's easy to misunderstand, like the necromancer is not as scary and dangerous as they think it is, but really, not only is the disciple poor, but the teacher is also ...... Poor, mages have always been a profession that requires a lot of time, attention and gold, even necromancers are mages, so Eder can only turn a blind eye and ignore them in the end, although when it comes to it, it is indeed a little sad.

At the very least, Ederna would never allow his disciples to be in a situation where they were stretched thin, the lich no longer counted how many soul gems he had given away, and he knew his mentor just as well, and Ederna had never made a failed deal, and he had no need to be grateful or guilty about it.

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"Did he come into contact with anyone?" asked the Devil Guard.

The little devil Cracktooth nodded, of course, but those merchants have been controlled, and there is a team of high-ranking devils, but the latter may be able to leave safely after being questioned, those merchants may not be, the devils have their own laws, and they are very harsh, they may be innocent, but during the torture, if they confide in any violation of the devil's law, they will be punished, and these punishments will make them never leave the Iron Fortress.

The casting materials, the ink, and the scroll were all inspected, and the scroll was especially noticeable to the devils, but it was like a pale chicken rib to the devil - because it was used to summon lost pets, and if the mages of the main material plane lost their pets, they could use this to summon them back, but would the devils need them? The higher devils would not even allow the little devils to be their servants - they were too weak and had an inferior nature that could not be shaken off.

But the caster thinks he needs the scroll badly, "I once had a pet called Asmodeos. Hearing this, Splittooth chuckled softly, it had heard of the name, Asmodeos, it may be dangerous in the main material plane, but in the nine layers of hell, it can only be said to be a humble weakling.

The Devil Guard took it away for inspection, and then brought back an identical one, and the caster tore open the scroll under the eyes of the devils with great interest, and the runes of the magic lit up in turn, then extinguished, and finally appeared on the black iron table with a dazed little devil.

The devils laughed, for this little devil was probably the weakest one they had ever seen, and it was not a hyena, nor a viper, nor a crocodile or a vulture, but a hamster, and its black fur made it look like a mouthful of delicious food, not a devil.

The black-haired Dragonborn was also smiling, "It's nice that we can meet again in such a memorable setting, Asmodeos," he said, "What about you?"

Asmodeos was not happy at all.

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Afra woke up from her dream.

No, it wasn't a nightmare, it could even be said to be a sweet dream, probably a dream that all girls would like to have, but this dream was too real, real like something that had happened, or rather, Afra was an exception.

She dreamed that she was walking among the flowers and ears of rice, that the warm and gentle wind brought a rich fragrance, that the curly hair swept over her shoulders and fell on her shoulders, and that the bright pale golden morning light shone on her alabaster skin, that everything she saw was brilliant and bright, without any defect or filth, and that she rested on the silk, and that the clouds and mist shielded her from too dazzling light, and that the young men and girls with beautiful faces poured wine for her, washed her feet, and brought delicious delicacies on golden cups and silver plates, and surrounded by handsome men, and perhaps women, whose eyes were so pretentious, so hot, that they were infatuated with herShe knew, but she would only give them a brief moment of pity.

They are just mortals, and she ......