"The main material plane will eventually belong to the demons!"

"Hooray, Demogorgon!"

Chanting the name of the Demon Prince, even if his head was shattered, the Abyss Lord Malones did not have any sadness of imminent death, he laughed wildly and gathered the final power in the palm of his hand, and suddenly held the body of the dwarven warrior in the palm of his hand, dedicating the last strength to the cause of his master. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then, a tentacle that caused immediate confusion and fear in sight appeared from nothingness, and took the place of the Abyss Lord's palm to bind the dwarven warrior firmly, even though he had the strength to break free from the Abyss Lord's grip, but this obviously much thinner tentacle made him unable to break free.

And the situation on the battlefield also took an extremely terrifying reversal at this moment, and the demon who had been slain rose again under the influence of some mysterious force and joined the battle again.

Although their movements were stiff, their bodies were stiffer than they were in front of them and their state of no longer affected by the pain of injury made them more dangerous than they were before they died.

Even, the warriors of the other humanoid races except the Immortal Warriors also rebelled collectively at this moment, and they pointed their blades towards their comrades who were still fighting side by side, and they showed no mercy when their eyes were swallowed by the darkness.

Scott's consciousness-possessed beings did not escape this fate, and two pitch-black daggers flashed from his side, and plunged deep into the waist of the Heroic Warrior beside him.

"Oakes, Grazt, Demogogan!!"

A roar of anger and grief resounded in the air, and the pupils of the dwarven warrior burst bloodshot at this moment, but even if he was a powerhouse above the second rank of the legend, he still couldn't break free from the shackles on his body, and he could only watch the warriors belonging to his own camp fall one after another under the hunt of countless resurrected demons and betrayed comrades.

Knowing that he would not be spared, the dwarven warrior lowered his arms in the air, allowing his hammer and shield to fall from the sky and sink deep into the dust and flesh of the battlefield.

"I failed. ”

But that doesn't mean you're always victorious. ”

"One day, the Terrans will rise again and shut you off from the main material plane forever!"

The voice of the dwarven warrior was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the battlefield, and with this sound spread through the battlefield was a terrifying burst of flames that burned the entire battlefield sky.

Under this flame, the resurrected demon turned into charcoal, and no longer had the ability to stand up, and the eyes of the betrayed comrades returned to their original colors from all darkness, and they also stopped hurting their comrades, and helplessly hugged the bodies of their comrades who were hurt or even killed by themselves, and cried bitterly.

In the air, there was no trace of the dwarven warriors, and even the tentacles that bound him had long since disappeared, only the blood-colored sun shone dimly on this battlefield, getting darker and darker... It's getting darker and darker ...

。。。。。。

As consciousness escalated, Scott detached from the possessed man, finally seeing his identity clearly, a halfling, dressed in pitch-black leather armor and a pair of darker daggers at his waist.

He had a beard typical of a halfling, and Mediterranean-style sideburns that Scott was familiar with, but while Scott was still looking at his back, he suddenly turned around, exposing his face to Scott's gaze.

"Duke Iomo?!"

The appearance in front of Scott was immediately taken aback, and it could only be the halfling legend he had only seen today, Princess Katyusha's grandfather, Duke Leon Eom.

"It's me. ”

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Thorrion's successor, the new Lord of the Stronghold, Scott. ”

Smiling, even in his dreams, the old duke was still as graceful and precise as before, he turned slightly sideways, and did [Xenas] again.

"Do you know who I am?"

Except for Arnold and Kiana, who signed the Eternal Alliance contract, no one knew the identity of the Lord of the Fortress, and the old duke's words made Scott wary, and even in his dreams, he still took a step back and made a vigilant gesture.

This made the old duke feel a little funny, this was a dream he had created, and if he wanted to kill Scott, with his strength, it would be as easy as crushing an ant.

But I felt a little relieved, after all, the successor of an old friend has such vigilance, which is commendable.

"Don't worry, it's in order not to leak the news that I met you in this way. ”

"I am friends with the dwarven Thorrion, the former lord of the fortress, and what you have seen is the last battle of Thorrion. ”

"I always want to avenge him, but they are too strong, and even if I have fought so far, I have only reached the level of Thorrion, and I am only enough to defend the Halfling Kingdom. ”

Smiling and explaining, but he was sad because he saw the scene repeated countless times in his mind again, the old duke sighed slightly, sad and helpless, his former friend died in front of him, but after many years, he still has no way to take those bastards who killed his friend, and even needs to hide to meet his friend's successor, how can this make him not helpless?

"No, man!"

"You've done well enough. ”

"After all, you're not a natural protagonist like me?"

However, in the next moment, even if hundreds of years have passed, the banter voice that still cannot be forgotten suddenly sounded, making the old duke slightly stunned, he lowered his head and looked at the slight shaking of his head at his feet, and began to talk to himself.

"Damn, auditory hallucinations again. ”

"This time it appeared in a dream, and it was really old. ”

"Hey, old man, I'm right next to you. ”

A thick palm slapped the old duke's shoulder, causing him to look up, only to see his friend's smiling face and Scott smiling as he stood aside.

As early as when the halfling duke bowed his head and was sad, the old dwarf quietly appeared beside Scott, and the convenience of the spirit body was once again revealed. It was also him, smiling and talking to the halfling old duke.

Grabbing the palm on his shoulder suddenly, feeling the breath of flesh and blood, Leon Eomme suddenly hugged the old dwarf's shoulder, although he could only reach the old dwarf's chest because of his height, he was still so hard, so surprised.

"Thorion, you're not dead?"

"Hey, good brother, in fact, I'd have died a long time ago. ”

"Now by your side is the last fragment of my soul, which of course is almost recoverable now. ”

"Mind his mother's soul fragments, as long as he remembers me. ”

The old dwarf patted his friend on the back and comforted him. And the old duke, after all, is an experienced old man, after the initial excitement and greetings, under the hook with the old dwarf, the two stood in front of Scott with a grin.

"Scott, let me introduce you, Lord of Shadows, Leon Eomer, one of my former eternal allies, and my successor, the new Lord of the Fortress, Scott von Swift. ”