After the newborn Berserker returned to his legion, Ferrek Hill stood up, and the Daughter of Grazter unexpectedly pointed out the black-haired Dragonborn, an abrupt promotion. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info he is still a Dragonborn who has not yet been transformed into a demon, but his current power is almost equal to that of the Enchanted Demon. Among his subordinates were no less than ten Berserkers, thirty Flos, and one hundred and twenty Demon Hunters, six charming succubius in his service, and hundreds of Quasai and Cowardice demons—the balance in the demon's mind was suddenly shattered, and their eyes pierced the black-haired spellcaster's body like poisonous needles.

But perhaps in order to alleviate it, or to deliberately aggravate this jealousy, Vain stood up, and the twelve-foot Barlow Demon had promoted the other two newcomers to the main physical plane with a majestic expression, namely the thief Glenn and the Lich Arthur, of course, in his legion, he had this right, but if his subordinates wanted to prove that these two were not able to stand in the positions they had taken so hastily, there would always be countless ways, the simplest of which was to challenge- On the premise of not crossing the ranks, any berserker demon can challenge them, and the winner can get all that the loser has, which is the law that the demons are most willing to follow.

A berserker was the first to enter Glenn's tent, but to his disappointment, the thief was not in the tent, and a succubus who had made a pact with him told him with their agreed gesture that the thief was on his way to the legion led by Ferrekhill, "Does he want to seek protection from Ferekhill?" Berserker wondered that if this was the case, Vain's face would be unusually bad, and he smiled, as a Berserker, his mind could not be compared to the Enchanted Demon or the Soul Judge Demon and Barlow Demon, but he also knew that there was also cruel competition among the Demon Legionnaires, and this did not change because Ferek Hill was the daughter of Grazt, or that Vain was Grazt's most loyal subordinate, and traitors, unfortunately, although there were many traitor-turned-fellows among the demons, they also hated those fools who were disobedient。

As for Arthur the Lich, he was always surrounded by undead creatures, and with three Necromantic Knights under his command, as well as Wraiths and Undercasters, he didn't care at all how many subordinates he would have because of this promotion - as a Lich, even death would make him question, let alone a living creature. Perhaps for this reason, he hasn't been disturbed yet, but it's a matter of time, lich is not uncommon in the bottomless abyss, and demons are just as happy to taste their withered but pure souls.

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"What is this?" asked Gülen.

"Stir-fried Batzu slices of meat in Tana. "Ferrekhill's promotion order was like an arrow pointing the way to the demons, and before they could completely leave the sight of the Glazt Daughter, there was a berserker who challenged him, and of course, the final result was undoubted, Cremar's existence was beyond any imagination, the demon lost his life, and a piece of meat that was cut off as he pleased, and as for the devil's meat, it was simply the material that never had to be feared to be scarce, and they were still being whisked, blood splashed, and bustling after being thrown into a wok (don't ask him how he came to be). 。

"Is this really edible?"

Cremar glanced at Gülen, "Yes." "The fluids and blood flowing in his body are pure positive energy, and everything that is swallowed, whether it is metal or rock, will be broken down in an instant, and the same is true for demons and demons, as for Glenn......

After a few breaths, Glenn opened his eyes, sat up from the floor, and sadly found that Cremar had not even hung a blanket on him, and he examined his abdomen, which was smooth and intact - the pieces of flesh that were still noisy in his stomach and fought so hard that he tore his entrails and flesh apart were gone, he said, the ones that Cremar had given him. There were more pieces of meat desperately fighting in the wok, and the black-haired Dragonborn was engrossed in holding two slender Adamantite Gold sticks, tossing and turning in the wok, and Gülen could hear a slight gurgling sound as the pieces of meat were wrapped around the Adamantite Sticks, as if they still had teeth - maybe they were.

Glenn's clothes were neatly folded and placed within his reach, and the thief paused, his magic paraphernalia were searched and placed on top of his clothes, he didn't know what to say, after all, his curiosity was the culprit that caused him to die once.

"Do you think the bloody battle ......?" Gülen asked, "when will it end?"

"My contract is fifty years. "Not only the devil, but even the devil will not do a loss-making business." ”

"Will it last for fifty years?"

"No, I mean," Cremar didn't want the demons to think that he could predict when the bloody war would end—too much for an outsider, a holy war between demons and demons, and even they were only respectable "exploiters," not one of them, "I mean, the length of our service doesn't change because of the bloody war." ”

"But if it's human......" Gülen sighed.

"If we need to be used," said Cremar, "then even humans will not be any better than demons." What about your subordinates?"

"There is a fight for the tower. Gülen showed a slight smile: "What about your subordinates?"

"Same. Cremar glanced at him, and the thief suddenly raised his hand and crushed a rune: "We are in a very disadvantageous position. He gritted his teeth and said, "Those demons are playing with us - they think we are as stupid as those people." ”

"What do you want?"

"A covenant," Gülen said, "the three of us." ”

"Three?"

"You, me, and Arthur. Gülen said, "We have to get our contract back, no matter what means we use." ”

Cremar smiled, "That sounds good," the black-haired Dragonborn nonchalantly sandwiched the slices of meat onto his plate, his gestures skillful and graceful, even though the slices of meat had been writhing wildly, they didn't even bother him in the slightest, and compared to the ones Glenn had eaten, they had the aroma of meat, and the surface had a golden oily sheen, and even the intertwined dynamics could only be reminiscent of the strength of the flesh. Anyway, they suddenly became tasty - it seems.

Glenn turned his head, "What do you think? My runes don't last long. ”

"I'm not going to give you an answer," said Cremar, "but you can go and ask Arthur." "Neither would Arthur, but Gülen would be an idiot not to think that they were a natural alliance in the first place, unless one of them was transformed into a demon or died (and died).

Glenn left without alerting the demons surrounding the tent, but Cremar felt that the question was almost an open secret: "So what exactly is he here for?" muttered the otherworldly spirit—it waited for an answer from its cohabitant, but no, the cohabitant still seemed to be in meditation, so well, maybe it could wait until he woke up to discuss the matter with him.

The former undead opened his eyes in the depths of the sea of consciousness, he knew why Gülen had come, but he knew that the latter could only leave with nothing.

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Gülen also visited Arthur, and the strange thing was that the lich was so amiable to Gülen - perhaps every mage and warlock would smile at Gülen, and it was a novelty worth studying for a long time, a mongrel with the blood of a god, saddled with the curse of another god, or rather, a curse twisted into some kind of blessing, especially for the undead - nothing piqued their interest more than the secret of death.

The leader of the Silver Finger Guild almost thought he wouldn't be able to get out of the tent, but perhaps it was the sigil that Musk had left on him that served as a deterrent, and Arthur eventually retreated, and Glenn had already got what he wanted.

It's just that the god of thieves, Musk, may regret it, because none of the results he expected appeared, Glenn took out one of the magic tools on his body, it looked like a rune statue containing defensive spells, but when it sensed what Musk wanted, it smiled, and all Glenn had to do was teleport the change out of the bottomless abyss, but when Glenn pulled it out of his long underwear, Musk's statuette was still tightly closed, and the corners of his mouth drooped, revealing a look of extreme dissatisfaction.

For a moment, Glenn suddenly felt a chill down his spine, what if he was in Cremar's tent, the rune statue had changed, and was discovered by the black-haired dragonborn? Gülen would not be happy at this change, no, he would only be afraid, for he knew very well that it would take a hundred times more effort to climb the cliff of virtue, and that Fall would only have to be done by letting go of your finger - the process of Fall was even better than all the pleasures of the world, he had, he knew, and he had seen too much.

Whether as an ally or as an enemy, Gülen would rather be able to face the other.

Before he could return to his line, he heard a mournful howl, and then there was an of demons—they had captured a human, a priest of Grazt, and Flomo tore him apart in the air, while the cowards and quasses below jumped and grabbed the hot entrails, and the demon hunters frantically snapped their chelicera, swallowing fresh flesh into their stomachs along with the cowardice.

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Vain looked at them, "It seems that I underestimated the influence of this half-dragon hybrid on you. He said to Ferek Hill.

"I just hate guys who are cowardly, stupid and think I'm just as stupid as he is. "The Daughter of Grazter said that after the black-haired Dragonborn respectfully accepted her appointment, she saw her father's priest smile smugly, and perhaps he also thought that it was a vicious punishment, and that he should not have done so, because if he was wrong, Ferek Hill would kill him, and if he did, it would be the same, demons are chaotic creatures, and the last thing they like is to be guessed by others, which is why many people are only willing to make a pact with the devil - Demons have always done as they please, and they will sometimes even ignore the punishment of the contract and destroy everything in their rage.

The priest of Grazt should not have made such a mistake, but perhaps it was because Ferek Hill had given him a lot of hope - he was allowed to stay with the succubus, while the black-haired dragonborn who seemed to be favored still had to fight an endless number of demons, and now that his colleagues and superiors had become his enemies, perhaps the demons would kill him and chew him to pieces before his old rival - This made him lose his due caution, or perhaps he thought that he was the priest of Grazt, and that Ferrek Hill, the daughter of Grazt, had to maintain a certain respect for himself...... Unfortunately, Ferrekhill had more ideas than maggots hatched from the bottomless abyss, and she was quite decisive among demons, so even with a flash of thought, she brought up the priest and threw him into the demons - like throwing a piece of fat meat into a pack of hyenas.

The two succubi brought up the priest's serpentine sword and emblem, which were Grazt's emblems, and Ferrek Hill placed them in his own skin, and was greeted by Vinne's burning gaze.

"You have swooned me," said Wayne, "may I have this honour to invite you to my tent?"

"I'd love to. Ferrick Hill said.

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After about thirty heartbeats, a flame rose from Vinne's tent, and the loud sound brought the demons and demons alike into battle for a moment.

They all saw Ferek Hill burst into the sky from the tent and flames, while Vain stood in the ruins, screaming with rage.

- What's going on?, the otherworldly soul asked, "It's not harmonious?"