Wall III had a lot of grievances.

Like, his name. As an Ode, he was born in the hatchery and had no idea who his parents were, but he was given a title that represented his family lineage.

Another example is the work he does. Although he had ridden the Purgatory Ponies a few times while working for the overland trading caravans, he was still not used to their waddling pace.

He preferred to fly on his own wings rather than riding the animal down the craggy hillside, even if it might be seen from afar by the enemy, and he was more at ease than he was now.

It's just that, no matter how much dissatisfaction there is, he is powerless to change the status quo. The adults on top of him, and the new group of adults, couldn't have listened to his personal opinion.

"Candle head without wings," Wall III cursed in a low voice, "can't this cushion be made softer?"

He sat in the saddle, trying to find a position where he was comfortable. He had ridden all night on horseback since he had left the fortress the previous evening, and on several occasions he felt that he had finally overcome his fear of falling off his horse, and began to nap in the saddle.

But it wasn't long before he suddenly woke up and found himself sliding down from the saddle, and the fear was awakened again.

It's just that compared to his complaints, most of Ode, who hurried with two feet, was actually very envious of the treatment of Wall III.

At least officers like them, because they were on horseback, would not have pain in the soles of their feet after a long night's march.

In addition to Ode, there was a group of half-draconians at the front of the team. Their mounts also have a thin trace of dragon blood, making them quicker and more daring.

Two of the scouts were unmanned, indicating that scouts were patrolling ahead. These half-dragon scouts are very experienced and ride with little to no noise, carefully padding their gear so that it doesn't make a crashing sound.

Their gaze was so determined and sharp compared to their colleagues in Purgatory that they looked like wolves hunting in the bitter cold wind and gloomy light gray morning light.

They are the loyal dogs of the Abysharon demon general Mopadib, and they are willing to sweep away all enemies for the sake of their master's hegemony...... It's weird.

Well, in fact, most of these half-dragons were coerced before joining the Devil General's command.

However, although they became accomplices of the first evil out of fear, they did not necessarily hesitate to carry out his cruel orders. When encountering a strong enemy, they are not so reliable, and there is a possibility that they will flee from the battle.

The evil of mediocrity is also evil.

"Grown-up pug," Glancing at the front of the queue, Wall III whispered again at the scoff, "always so arrogant." ”

Wall III didn't really think very highly of his colleagues, he always felt that they were not the natives of hell, so they were not trustworthy, and they were not worthy of being entrusted with important tasks.

It's just that the "purgatory bloodline superiority" he insists on is actually very far-fetched in the eyes of the real Batzu devil.

The original Inferno Od was a swift and ferocious synthetic creature created by a mixture of the corpses of Erd's kobolds, freshly slain canines, and giant chameleons.

Due to their purgatory, they are far more cunning than ordinary Odo kobolds. Its body parts are upright and capable of sustaining numerous injuries

Harm. Like the Inudemons, they can even be reborn with severed limbs as long as they can devour enough flesh and blood.

They felt that because they had purgatory, and most of their descendants were born in the hatching chambers of Bato's Hell, they could be considered relatively "indigenous" Bato residents.

However, in the eyes of the pure-bred Bartzu, it cannot be accepted by Bato's advanced class system, and Purgatory Ode can only be regarded as a "tool man" at best, and in this regard, the devil has always advocated "the equality of all beings".

Of course, no devil would explain to Purgatory Ode the cognitive theory of the Batzu race without sufficient interest. So guys like Wall III still have good expectations and work hard every day to get impossible promotions.

From ordinary Purgatory Ode, to Purgatory Od Spearhead, to Purgatory Ode Squad Leader, Purgatory Od Sergeant Major...... Although the promotion of Wall III has brought a slight increase in strength, the essence of his life has not changed, and he is still Purgatory Erde.

Of course, although he was not included in the devil's system, but in order to serve the devil's general, Wall III still had to obey the devil's rules.

On the march, a sergeant major like him would patrol the queue every once in a while and count the number of people.

It was his duty, and even if he was very uncomfortable on horseback, Wall III had to do it on time and on time.

Riding his horse, he counted the number of people in his squad and made sure that no one was left behind. Then, he ran around again, carefully inspecting the surrounding terrain and preparing for a possible retreat.

Suddenly a birdsong rang out in the silent valley.

Wall III was keenly aware of the sound, and he realized that it was not a real birdsong, as he had heard the same sound before.

This is the signal sent by the half-dragon scouts in front of them, and they will use the call of some kind of carnivorous bird in the Acid Mist Canyon as a communication signal.

After three chirps, two half-dragon scouts suddenly emerged from the snake bushes, striding forward with the scouts' mounts, no less fast than the slender creatures.

Once they had adjusted their speed, the two scouts leaped lightly and discerned the two hussars that had come out of the air.

They drove their mounts to the side of the scout captain and whispered something as if to report what they had discovered.

The red-dragon half-dragon man in the lead nodded, waved his hand, and the two scouts slowed down and fell behind.

Immediately afterward, the other two scouts rolled and dismounted, rolled around the ground to remove their inertia, and then burrowed into the snake bushes.

Seeing this, Wall III couldn't help but pout his lips again, "It's completely formalist scout style......

As a Purgatory Elder who grew up in Bato, he served under the Demon General Abysharon and experienced many battles.

He knew that the army he was in now might be faced with the same force as General Mopadib.

In other words, they are likely to encounter an army of demons right away, rather than a bad force from the material plane.

Sending scouts frequently is a bad decision, unless they are Legendary-level wanderers.

Otherwise, it would be better to march silently, as it would make it less likely that the enemy would detect you in advance.

Of course, he still spoke quietly, who made those half-dragons more favored recently, he didn't want to get into trouble.

It's just that he never expected that someone would respond to his statement, "...... You're right, it's a bit of formalism. ”