Perhaps humanity doesn't understand why Grazt, Lord of the Dark, set up the Tower of the Storm. www.biquge.infoIsn't it true that for newcomers to the army, isn't it important for them to be disciplined, drilled, and tempered, but soon, you will find that the demons have only done all three things at the same time in an extremely efficient way.

The Tower of the Storm is not a place of justice, and as time goes on, this injustice has only intensified - The smell of sulfur and acid in the torrential rain is slightly corroded not only by the nose and eyes, but also by the exposed skin, the mud is hidden under the long grass on the ground, the blades of grass are like hacksaws, the abyssal insects resembling leeches can bite the hardest lizard leather boots and burrow into the warm flesh of humans, the lightning is interspersed after the roar, and the only thing that can give the newcomers a breath is the humble buildings made of boulders, but these buildings are inhabited by demon hunting spiders, these look similar to the spiders of the main material plane, but the demons are countless times larger than they are happy to have free supper delivered to their homes- Of course, not all the victors are demons, like Kremar who eventually expelled or killed the original owner of the house, the dove occupies the magpie's nest, in any case, all of them are the best of the main material plane, the mighty mage, the arrogant warlock, the cunning thief, the dangerous priest...... There are also humanoid monsters such as giants and shapeshifters, although for demons, they are just cannon fodder in bloody battles, but the qualifications of cannon fodder are not easy for everyone to get.

Some people, out of caution, or another way of saying cautious, cowardly, did not act rashly when they realized that there were demon hunting spiders lurking in the stone house, and the funny thing is that when the owner of the stone house was replaced by the same kind, they thought that they had a chance, and did not realize at all that those who could hunt demons would never be weaker or stupider than their prey, and their recklessness and ignorance eventually led to the final wail. But there are also some clever people who have become vassals and servants of the powerful - so that by the time the newcomers are allowed to leave the Tower of Storms, there is a natural distinction between them and their inferiority, and even some of the astute ones have gained important and abundant information that may be worth a life or more in the endless bloody wars. It's not that cunning newcomers will be so easy to open their hole cards, but even owning a stone house doesn't mean that you can be safe, and when a lot of "food" is gathered in one place, it will also attract hungry demons, and demons never need to rest.

However, among these people, there are still three newcomers who are alone. Ballow opened the scroll and was surprised to find that the trio were Cremar, Glenn and Arthur, and their prowess was evident to all, especially the black-haired Dragonborn, who was rumored to be the son of Grazt, Lord of the Dark, and Gredy the Red Dragon—which is not impossible...... He is as strong and tireless as a demon, and although the Demon Hunter Spider resolutely refuses the call of the Balor, there are Berserkers, Flo and Quasai under the throne of the Balor...... They're more than willing to try (as literally) this particular newcomer, but in the end...... Well, if there's one thing to be thankful for, it's that their corpses don't seem to be able to whet the Dragonborn's appetite......

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The newcomers reappeared in the cobalt blue light, the cold sunlight making them shiver uncontrollably, or rather the Barlow in front of them.

Balor is the lord of the demons, and the Balor who was able to guard the Tower of Storm is undoubtedly the best of them all. His head was like that of a massive chimpanzee, and his body was like a gray hyena, his limbs swelled up like rocky mountains, and from the back of his neck to his tail, he protruded thick bone spurs like crocodiles, and on either side of the bone spurs, a pair of membranous wings stretched out to enclose his body more than twelve feet tall without leaving a single gap, and the membranous wings extended their claws at the ends of the bones like dragons. The Warden of the Tower of Storms, like the other Ballomos, had lava-red skin and was surrounded by flames that, unlike the lava that flowed on the ground, were so hot that if someone were to be caught by him, they would melt into a puff of white smoke and a handful of ash in the blink of an eye.

vs. as an "inviter" The demons were very brutal and sarcastic in humiliating the group of hillbillies (except for a few) of the main material plane, Cremar noticed that some of them showed angry looks, it was clear that these people had signed a contract with the demons with some luck, while others, such as Arthur, himself and Glenn, reacted extremely coldly, it was clear that they all knew why they were here, and were prepared as much as possible, they may not be able to say that they could get rid of the shackles of the contract or be promoted from the bloody battle, but there is no doubt that they left room for regret or hesitation。

Barlow couldn't help but curse in the abyssal language as these people passed by, the caster always does this, yes.

The newlyweds were driven by the long whip of Barlow Devil's flame towards the burning green flames, which stood like walls between the sapphire blue sky and the white salt river, and they jumped down without feeling burned or suffocated by the salt water, they were transported by the flames to a boundless plain, the sky of the plain was black, but the surrounding mountains and the ground were glowing like moonlight, and in the center of the plain was a sunken basin, in which water had accumulated to form a smooth surface that reflected the darkness above, and if viewed from the highest vantage point, one might think it was like an eye。 But even Cremar was only a quick glimpse, after all, the speed at which they fell from the flames was too fast - and to the disbelief of some newcomers, they did not land on Zerata, or any of the Glazt planes - they were teleported directly to the battlefield of the bloody battle.

The Demon's Legion is a bit disorganized from the Devil's three-three system, but the newcomers are all accurately placed in the legion where they should be, and their positions are also different, and some are even tragically mixed in the chaotic front line between the Prayer and the Coward, there is no doubt that the front line has always been used as cannon fodder, and some have been cast into the Kwasai Demons, and the black-haired Dragonborn, as the Lich had guessed, fell between a group of demon hunters who grind their teeth and suck their teeth.

Although the Demon Hunters refused the call of the Guardians of the Tower of the Storm, among the countless companions, they obviously had new ideas, but what threw eight eyes into the eight eyes was the black-haired Dragonborn's calmly cast spell gestures, and with a loud noise, the spears of ice and snow came down from above, and with a high degree of additional impact, no less than three Demon Hunting Spiders were nailed to the spot - of course, the demon would not die so easily, but in the air, the soul of the other world opened a very small bottle, and the bottle knocked on the hard carapace of the Demon Hunter Spider, Dark translucent flames flowed out - the fire of negative energy that had once shown an ominous presence in the Ash Ridge of the Silver Crown Forest burned on the bloody plains. The demon hunting spiders immediately spewed out their own spider silk, spider silk is lifeless, can block the spread of negative energy fire, they also spray venom, but since they are the same kind, neither spider silk nor venom will have any effect on the demon hunting spiders that are scorched by the fire of negative energy, they climb and bite everywhere frantically, and the berserker demon army not far from them is in a commotion.

The black-robed priest beside Ferrick Hill frowned anxiously, and he looked at the daughter of Grazt, hoping that she would punish the arrogant half-dragon severely, "Go and greet him," Ferrick Hill could see at a glance the hidden jealousy and uneasiness of the black-robed priest, "Bring him to me." ”

"He killed Tanari," the black-robed priest hissed, "before killing even one Batzu mongrel." ”

"I can afford such a small loss. "But I don't want a subordinate who won't follow my orders," Ferrek Hill said. ”

The black-robed priest obeyed this order so willingly, and what made him even more annoyed was that by the time he reached the location of the black-haired dragonborn, the riot had already subsided in the hands of the same person, "Your Highness wants to see you." He said dryly, landing on the white gravel.

This is a priest of Grazt, although most of the power of this dark lord is in the bottomless abyss, he also has a temple and a priest in the main physical plane, although the scale is not very impressive, but the Mentor of the Seventy-Seven Islands Tari still has a detailed description of it - black robes, silver jewels, and a serpentine sword hanging from his waist - These traits were perfectly matched, he was dressed in a velvet magical robe glittering with runes and gems like a starry night sky, his thin chains around his neck and waist were Mithril, and the hilt of a snake-headed sword in the shape of a venomous viper loomed under the cover of his long sleeves.

The otherworldly soul looked at the high platform in the distance, and Ferrek Hill was watching him, which was a very subtle feeling, because this distance was too far for the dragonborn and the elves, but this undisguised gaze was as vivid as a nail into a bone.

Out of their own malice, the priest of Grazt led him through the armies of demons, a rare and rare experience of wonder - they had a myriad of legs, claws, Eyes and tentacles passed through them, clicks, squeaks, and gurgles, and the lich watched vigilantly about the situation of his cohabitants, after all, not every creature in the main physical plane could withstand this kind of torture, but he was amused to find that the demons roared in discontent, waving their claws and weapons to intimidate, but the former undead could tell that they had failed to smell fear in the black-haired dragonborns. To a certain extent, demons are similar to carnivores on the main material plane, and when they are looking for prey, they will also subconsciously prefer those creatures who are full of despair and shrink and weak, but for those who are not only not afraid of them, but even have the same thoughts as them, as long as they either want to control or want to devour their dangerous existences, as long as they have the right strength, they will gain the respect of the demons.

But wait, it occurred to the priest of Grazt that it was not necessarily a good thing to be noticed by the demons, which meant that even the slightest mistake in winning the battle would not only become food for the demons, but even his former colleagues would happily divide his body and soul.

It's like walking through a forest, land, and sea, and the soul of the other world thinks that the demon's form is strange and terrifying, but the plane it is in, the people of that country have accumulated over thousands of years, and their recipes have more than just something that looks delicious and cute—think of pine eggs, think of crabs, think of sea cucumbers, think of blood clams, think of those finished products that must be molded and discolored...... How courageous the first person to put these in his mouth was—so when he walked all the way, he saw squid whiskers, mushrooms, mouth strips, phoenix feet, and hair cabbage, and so on, and he could probably set a table with a serving...... material, it just feels a little ...... Hungry.

A Flomo tucked his paws in, not quite understanding why he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine from the ground.

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Ferrick Hill stretched out his hands to the black-haired Dragonborn on his throne, her posture was graceful and seductive, every male creature around her could barely take his eyes off her, and when Cremar was caught in her hands and had to take a place on the throne, he was almost pierced by the burning gaze of jealousy, but no one knew how many of them were disguised, at least one male succubus was suspicious.

Looking down from the high platform where Ferrek Hill was, the demon legion camp is even clearer, the legions of the Invoker and the Cowardly are at the forefront, followed by the Quasai Demon, the third layer is the Demon Hunter, and the Berserker Demon and the Soul Judge are located behind them, the Enchanted Demon and the Six-armed Serpent Demon are on the inside, the red-skinned Barlow Demon guards the high platform of Ferek Hill, and the Succubi are like the Abyss Monsters, except for the forefront, you can see them in any legion, they play the role of herald in the bloody battle- The total number of Ferekhill's legions needs to be counted in the thousands, but this is only a fraction of the demon legions.

After Ferrekhill activates a magic device, they can see the demons, the so-called Batzu mongrels, but compared to the demons, the legions of the Batzu mongrels are indeed more rigorous and neat. But once the bloody battle begins, the demons will do whatever it takes to drag each other into a whirlpool of chaos.

"Tell me," Ferrek Hill's lips gently touched the black-haired Dragonborn's earlobe, "how are you feeling?"

"My blood is boiling. The spirit of the other world said, "For the coming war - I hope you don't get too jealous of it." ”

Ferek Hill laughed. And at this moment, the commander of the demon legion in the projection suddenly made a gesture, and the device that peeked at the other party exploded violently, but in the runes thrown by the black-haired dragonborn, this explosion only destroyed a corner of the high platform, and the demons quickly repaired it with the bones of the invoker.

And this move seems to have become a clarion call to announce the beginning of a bloody war. The demons and the demons ironically began to act at the same time, like two heterochromatic waves, colliding together under the white plain and the black sky.