Shadow Forest.

Gray trees, fishy soil, white bones, greedy vultures. Even on a sunny day, the warm sunlight could not dispel the darkness, and the land was still filled with the smell of desolation and death.

The Shadow Forest connects the Empire of St. Lando to the Southern World, a barren area that was once the main battlefield of endless warfare. Now, it is a refuge for bandits, warlocks, and necromancers. No caravan or traveler would want to pass through here, and they would rather pay a hundred times the price of an airship than spend even a moment in the Shadow Forest. Even druids who love nature are reluctant to try to communicate with the trees.

Sylvie nervously looked at the Death Knight wandering around the purple barrier, relieved to confirm that it couldn't enter the arcane barrier made by Nonilar. Then she looked nervously at the tall demon who was sleeping behind her, and once again her little heart fluttered and jumped, and she crept into a hollow in a dead wood tree, buried her head in it, and covered the hole with a huge dead leaf.

Grandpa Edward died with the Knight of Light's squad on the run, and before he died, he gave Sylvie the lab notes that had accompanied him all his life, telling her to go through the Shadow Forest to the South and find her Grandpa Winsar, who would teach and care for Sylvie at the age of sixteen.

"There is no shame in the warlock, our sins come only from the prejudice of others. ”

The little Karcist Sylvie is toyed with and hunted by a Death Knight who covets the Warlock's soul in the Shadow Forest. Just now, if it weren't for Nornilla's arcane barrier, Sylvie's little head had been pierced by the Death Knight's spear, her body had been eaten by vultures, and her soul had been devoured by the Death Knight.

Durand, the death knight who pursued her, was pacing near the arcane barrier, and he was just thinking about whether it was worth offending an unknown powerful demon for a feast.

"Demons I haven't seen before, they're nothing like the guys in Rodney, um? and wings? Gargoyles' relatives? Sorry bro, I didn't compare you to those low-level golems who were infused with life by necromancers, I just think you are a bit alike. ”

"You may be resting now, but can you get a little warlock out of your barrier? I don't think such a small warlock can summon a ...... like yours Not...... Handsome and handsome demon, you are very much in line with my aesthetics, really, if I hadn't died, I would definitely have chosen you as my partner, even if I was a man in my lifetime. ”

"But I'm really hungry right now, Death Knight Durand begging you to release the little warlock inside the barrier so that I can eat her, oh no, I mean my sweet little daughter is now trapped in your magic barrier, can you let my little girl out and let me go home with her for dinner?"

Durand doesn't know what the strength of the demon in front of him is, judging from the oppressive power exuded by his weapon, at least it is a high-level epic, and bad luck is a low-level legend, but it doesn't matter, Durand has enough confidence to ...... Run away.

Compared to speed, this epic Death Knight is confident that he won't lose to any creature in the Shadow Forest.

That's why he dared to talk all sorts of nonsense, trying to get the demon to break the barrier, so he quickly snatched Sylvie out of the hollow of the tree and rode away on his necromantic horse.

Durand hadn't eaten souls for a long time, and after discovering the little warlock, Durand decided to play with it for a while. He imagined the helpless warlock running aimlessly through the forest, tired of his own playfulness eventually raising his spear to pierce her stomach and lift her into the air, before laughing rampantly, devouring her soul in one bite and leaving her flesh to the vultures.

As a result, Sylvie hid inside the barrier, and Duland, beating his chest, wandered at the door of the barrier helplessly.

It's not that Durand doesn't want to break Nonilar's arcane barrier, but because if he breaks the barrier, it will obviously be a provocation to the strange demon in front of him. Even if you are able to capture the Warlock and escape, you will still be attacked by a furious demon.

However, to Duland's surprise, the great demon in front of him actually took the initiative to speak.

"Death Knight, you are hungry, your soul flame is wailing. ”

Orser put away the Nonilar blades that were stuck in the ground and placed them crossover behind his back. The moment Nonilar was pulled up, the arcane barrier gradually disappeared, turning into small purple points of light in the sky.

Durand took a step back.

Other walked with heavy steps towards Sylvie's hideout. In his demonic form, he had not yet reverted to his elven form, and his sharp claws lightly covered the hollow of the tree where Sylvie was hiding, so frightened that Sylvie held her breath for fear that Othur would find her.

Durand was surprised.

You must know that ordinary demons do not communicate with you, unless it is a trade or a contract to sacrifice your soul, and the demon will talk to you for a while, like Osser, who comes up and asks him if he is hungry...... No.

Besides, the undead and the demons can't get along, and the meeting is basically indiscriminate, and it's a chaotic battle. The only people who can try to communicate are those reasonable demon nobles, but how could the demon nobles come here directly without the medium of the portal?

Durand was a little apprehensive in his heart. The barrier was closed, but the demon's terrifying claws were still on the mouth of the tree where the warlock was hiding, and it would not be delicious if he didn't carelessly pinch the little guy to death and his soul condensed into pieces.

"But you're in for a treat. Orser smiled and threw out a red crystal.

The crystal was embedded with a mighty and terrifying creature, four thick legs, holding a halberd commensurate with its size in both hands, steel armor barely enveloping its stout body, abominable wings that seemed to be flapping, and green saliva flowed from the bloody mouth all the way to his feet, and although it did not move, it still reminded people of the horror he had brought to people in his life.

This is an Abyss Lord, a powerful force of the Burning Legion, who was imprisoned in his form after being killed by Othur with arcane magic, and is collected as Ulthur's trophies.

The soul fire in Duland's eyes trembled violently, and he scrambled to catch the crystal, he knew better than anyone how powerful the soul contained in the crystal. With such a large piece of delicious soul, he could eat it for months. If you want to compare the weak soul of the little warlock, it is simply the difference between the piece of meat and the piece of.

But...... What kind of deal is this?

Durand is walking on thin ice.

He had already confirmed that the demon in front of him was already at the level of a demon lord, maybe it was legendary, maybe it was ...... is a demigod.

After all, a guy who can kill a creature with such a powerful soul will definitely be stronger than a creature that dies in a crystal.

"It's a deal, Death Knight. ”

Orser said, lifting the dead leaves from the hollow and lifting Sylvie inside.

Sylvie watched in horror at Other's terrifying demonic form, and fear kept her from making a sound.

Otser's eyes were obscured by the black cloth, but it was still as if a gaze was like a dagger of death falling steadily on her neck, rubbing against her blown-tearable skin, as if it were about to crack at the touch of a button.

The Devil's demands may have gone too far, but Durand knows he has no right to refuse.

"Wake this little guy up, I'm going to ask her to open a portal for me. ”

Othur shook his hand at Sylvie, who had fainted with fright, and frowned.