No one knows how effective His Highness Andrew's methods can be, maybe more just doing his best and obeying the destiny of heaven.

Morrigan and Rivia tried to wash the wounds on the cowardly demon as gently as they could, with the leaves of the Bora tree boiled in water. It was a wide, fluffy, insect-repellent leaf, and without medical gauze, Andrei had to choose a substitute that looked better than nothing.

The cowardly demon has no eyebrows, but the corners of his eyes have been beating non-stop, at that time he held his breath and gritted his teeth to endure the unbearable pain of mortals, and now he relaxed his spirit, but the gentleness of the succubus touching the wound made him "ouch yo" constantly unbearable. Although Wow Jaw himself felt that His Highness's order was a bit redundant, even if he could survive this time, the cowardly demon felt that he would only become a useless person to the clan. But out of trust in His Highness, the sweaty succubus and the cowardly demon who were at a loss did not complain.

After carefully cleaning the various wounds around the cowardly demon, Livia exhaled heavily. Although those wounds were severe, they were probably far less fatal than the wound on Wow's stomach. The succubus understood that the executioner did this to create huge psychological pressure on the cowardly demon, and they did not think of leaving a way for the cowardly demon to live, once this wound touching the internal organs suppurated, in the primitive and backward demon world of medical methods, this was almost equivalent to the death sentence of the cowardly!

Livia was a little deliberate and took out the smallest bone needle in the leather pouch, although the method described by His Highness was too unbelievable, but for the sake of the cowardice in front of him, and the warriors in the clan who might be injured in the future, the succubus was still willing to do his best to try!

Tearing off a black hair, the succubus pierced it in the shadow of the beating firelight, gently opening the wound in the coward's abdomen as if facing a great enemy. The wound from the bony dagger was still slowly oozing blood from the uneven edges, and Livia had washed it with purified water with Morrigan's help. Now all she had to do was use the needle and hair in her hand to bring this shocking wound tightly together!

......

The two Winged Demons under the Betrayer's command were tied to the trunks at each end of the woods, and Andrei's warriors guarded them in two groups.

The winged demon in front of him was quite tough, and he didn't beg for mercy, but under the eyes of many demons, he didn't dare to speak like Wow Claw, and it was obvious that the sane scout was not willing to suffer more in vain.

"What's your name?" asked Andre with a calm face.

Probably unaware that the person in front of him was the son of the abyss who could shoot the rock demon to death and burn the fire demon in the mouth of the cowardly demon, the winged demon frowned and seemed to disdain to answer the question of the son of the abyss.

There was no need to do it himself, the horned demon standing on the side directly hit the head of the winged demon, and the fist-sized bluestone was quickly stained with red blood, and when they were dealing with the cowardly demon before, their movements as the side that inflicted the pain were also neat.

Enduring the maddening pain, the Winged Demon finally realized that the black and imposing demon in front of him was the leader of this group, "My name is Glock, and I am a scout in the pursuit team under Lord Banuma. ”

"Wouldn't it have been nice to have cooperated like this earlier...... Of course, if it's just irresponsible nonsense, you'll know the consequences. Andre wiped the wound on the Winged Demon with a leaf with a calm face, he knew that the calmer he seemed at this time, the pressure in his opponent's heart would be magnified exponentially by his own chaotic mind.

The Child of the Abyss turned his head and whispered a few words to the Horned Demon beside him, and the Horned Demon quickly walked in the direction of the other captive. Just by asking such an inconsequential question, the Winged Demon Scout was left to the sidelines, and the long wait only made him uneasy.

After a while, the horned demon who had just left returned to Andre and whispered a few words. The Child of the Abyss looked at the Winged Demon in front of him, and said with great interest that made people sweat coldly: "That friend over there also said that his name is Glock, it seems that the two of them seem to have a certain disagreement on this issue?"

Got the eye signal, naturally someone held a bamboo spear and slashed at the winged demon who was tied to the trunk of the tree, and the crisp sound of the bamboo pole hitting the skin and flesh and the cries of the captives were suddenly endless.

"Ahh......h Stop fighting! stop fighting!" shouted the Winged Demon in a frustrated manner.

As soon as Andrei raised his hand, the full-time thug immediately stood aside as if nothing had happened.

"That bastard out of pus is Hart! I'm Glock!"

"Are you really sure that Mr. Glock, who calls himself him?"

"That bastard with a sore, pus-filled mouth is a complete idiot!"

"Mr. Glock, have you really figured it out, would you like to discuss it again with your companion?"

The Winged Demon had already experienced how the other party's so-called "discussion" was an irrefutable way, and he realized that the separation of him and his companions for interrogation was a method that the seemingly good-natured leader in front of him had already set up a long time ago, and the captive's desire to intrigue with Andre had been shaken from the beginning.

He may have a really good temper, but he must be no less cunning than his own grumpy new chief.

"No need, sir, just ask your people to ask him who Hart is. He will definitely be honest. ”

The Horned Demon who was the messenger is gone, and the one on the other side of the woods will probably have to put on a new show with a little different.

......

"Mr. Glock, what did you eat this morning?"

"Meat. ”

"What meat?"

"Du venison. ”

"Which part of the meat is the deer?"

“...... I don't know, it was prepared by the horned demon in charge of food in the team. ”

"So, Mr. Glock, what part of the venison do you think your breakfast looks like to-day?"

“......”

"Okay, let's change the question. When was the deer captured for breakfast today?"

"The day before yesterday...... Well, it was the day before yesterday. ”

"What time was the day before yesterday?"

"Afternoon. ”

"How many were caught?"

"Three heads, two adult and one small. ”

"So what is the size of your team if you capture three prey at once, but keep it until the next morning?"

......

All sorts of meaningful and nonsensical questions were interspersed one after the other, and the Winged Demon realized that he couldn't make up all the questions with flawless answers on his own. Occasionally, these pointless questions and answers are interspersed with an important question that goes straight to the point. If he only relied on making up answers, I am afraid that under the various complicated questions and answers on the other side, even he himself would not be able to remember every answer he made up. As long as you intersperse a large number of questions and ask them several times, you will immediately reveal obvious fatal flaws. What's more, there is the idiot on the other side who has not done enough, just compare the answers of the two people......

Glock suddenly felt a chill down his spine, he looked at the young leader whose smile was hidden in the black qi, and realized that he was actually confronted by a cunning and cruel strong man with a very high level of insight into people's hearts!

In order to suffer less, the Winged Demon felt that he had only one choice, and that was to answer truthfully.

......

For most of the day, the mental confrontation, not to mention the two winged demons who were interrogated, even Andre himself felt very tired, but he was still willing to get the answer he wanted.

The Winged Demon realized that the long interrogation process had come to an end, and he looked at the Children of the Abyss with a look of hope, "My lord, I have told you everything I know, I just ask you to spare my life!" The tired Glock had a feverish look in his eyes, "I am willing to join your team unconditionally and swear to serve you!"

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Glock, but I can only decline your kindness. Whether it's because you're an accomplice of Banuma or what you've done to my men......" Andre patted the Winged Demon on the shoulder as if he were kind, "Don't worry, in gratitude for your cooperation, my men will send you on your way without any pain on my behalf." ”

"No, my lord, please, give me a chance, I will show my worth by acting......" The judgment of the Children of the Abyss left despair in the eyes of the Winged Demon.

"When interrogating my men, did you consider giving him a chance?" Andre gave the Wing Demon one last glance, "By the way, there's an entertainment program at the end...... We sincerely hope that you and your companions who will find this place in the future will enjoy it. ”

Glock watched as Hart, whom he yelled at as a fool, was covered in blood and carried by the tall fire demon and snake demon to the trunk of the tree opposite him.

He didn't look like he had a few pieces of good flesh left in total, and the wounds looked like they had been cut one by one. The dark red gap rolled, and Glock could even see his partner's white ribs beneath the wound between his chest and abdomen!

"When the screaming guy dies, give Mr. Glock a good time. After André gave the order to Mora, he would not leave his head, and he still had a lot of things to arrange in order to deal with the pursuit of the enemy's large army.

"Yes, Your Highness. ”

On the other side, the dying Winged Demon Hart was tied to the trunk of the tree again, and the Horned Demon beside him carefully cut through the flesh of the Winged Demon's body with a bone short blade. The latter frantically produces incessant and weak howls.

"His Royal Highness calls this the punishment of 'Ling Chi', when he can return to the embrace of the bottomless abyss, it depends on his own creation. Mora said calmly to the Winged Demon Scout.

Looking at his companion who was constantly wailing with a chill down his spine, and watching the snake demon cut off strips of bright red flesh and blood on him like a dead prey, Glock only hoped that the seemingly honorable lord would be able to speak - give him a "good time"!