Chapter 68: Eliot

The big man didn't seem to be carrying anything useful, but he did pull out a smaller piece of clothing, and Morey could at least be sure that it was definitely not his. Although this piece is large, it still belongs to the category of normal people, and it is very likely that it comes from some unlucky ghost who died in the hands of the big man.

It was a cloak, rough and a little overwhelmed to wear, but Morey didn't hesitate to drape it over his body. The wide cloak suddenly covered Morey's entire body, revealing only two eyes. The big man just now seemed to have done it after seeing the magic pattern clearly, I don't know what kind of fame this is, but it should be right to cover it up.

Running towards the volcano again, Morey's heart was much heavier.

If it weren't for this body made of black stone, if it weren't for the countless combat training in the dark space, the final end of the eight achievements would be as the big man said, being dismantled and not knowing which market to sell to. That guy just looked like a simple man, and when Morey saw his honest appearance, he subconsciously forgot a little, this is hell!

In human legend, this is the darkest and most cruel place in the world. The so-called law of the jungle is more ruthless and direct than anything else. If you want to survive from this kind of place, you can only rely on strength, and everything but strength is empty - nothing can continue to be reasonable after becoming a pulp.

As soon as the palms of his hands were hot, another message appeared. Morey stopped, but after reading it, his face was obviously a little ugly.

'When you meet someone in the wild, don't say hello casually, at least don't deal with guys who are too strong than you, it will probably be dangerous. "By the way, generally speaking, the more refined the demon is, the higher the potential. Some gifted demons will even have a whole magic pattern on their body, so you should pay more attention. ’

Morey looked down at his body, although the magic patterns formed by the fire bomb technique were all over his body, there were many separate parts outside the main body. This makes the distribution of magic patterns scattered, and you can find a lot of small, but independent patterns at a casual glance. If you take the refinement process dù as the standard, it is indeed a little bleak. It is estimated that the wild boar demon saw this, so he dared to suddenly burst out and hurt people.

What a mess of magic patterns!

In that demon's judgment, Morey should be an extremely low-level demon, and he didn't expect to be so toothy at all. All demons can transform into human form, so the basis for judgment is the magic pattern on the body, only this thing cannot be faked. A low-level demon appeared naked in front of others, his strength was exposed, and although he was unlucky to be attacked, it could be said that he brought it on himself.

"Not sooner!" Morey muttered to himself indignantly, covering his cloak a little tighter. "I know that it's useless to be verbose!

As the days passed, as more and more demons were encountered, and with the constant reminders from Bellio, Morey began to understand the world of hell gradually. The books are true that hell is much more dangerous than the human world, but it is not unruly here.

A place where chaos and order coexist, that's how Morey feels about it.

After all, demons are thinking creatures, and of course they communicate with each other normally, but they are more real and cruel than humans.

But not every demon is cruel and ruthless, but since they are in this world, they must have their own set of survival principles. Maybe there are kind guys in hell, but there will never be good people, if the other party is weaker than themselves, the easiest way to communicate is to go straight, which is also the survival concept of hell creatures.

The moon rose and set in the sky, and although he was not too tired to walk at an even pace, Morey couldn't help but feel tired after a few days.

"How many days is this?" Morey wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the volcano in the distance

The scorched earth generally refers to the land at the very edge of the burning hell.

There is no eternal burning hellfire in the center of hell, nor is it under the jurisdiction of the Demon King, it is the place where the lowest demons gather, and where they are born. In this land, the most terrifying thing is not the fierce and bloodthirsty demon hunters, nor the hellish plants everywhere, but a group of demon teams who shoulder serious work and enjoy good treatment from 9 to 5 - the slave catchers.

As the name suggests, their job is to capture the ignorant new demons born from here and sell them as slaves to the demon city. The fate of these slaves was often very miserable, they would work for the higher demons, and life and death were only at the mercy of their masters. But weakness is a sin in hell, and no one will sympathize with them for it, because every demon knows that if they switch places, they will not escape either.

And in this area, several demons are tirelessly walking back and forth, as if looking for something. Six of them were extremely strange-looking, they were less than one and a half meters tall, but their heads were twice as big as normal, and their hands were only three slender fingers. In their hands, they all hold a two-toothed steel fork with a large opening.

If there are people who know this thing here, they will definitely subconsciously stay away. Because this fork was specially used to catch slaves, the servants would use it to get their necks around the slaves and nail them to the ground. Once you are forked by this thing, it will be difficult to resist anymore, and you can only be obediently branded as a slave.

The other three demons followed listlessly, two of them were the usual minotaurs, but one was very special.

It looked like a red-haired human teenager with a grim face and black wings growing out of his back. It's just that his wings are tied from the root by an iron chain, and he can't move at all. I don't know what the chain was, it shimmered with sky blue lines, and two electric sparks burst out every once in a while.

The boy snorted, his face a little weaker. However, he was stubborn, and although he was in a cold sweat with pain, he pursed his mouth tightly and refused to scream.

When the leading servant demon saw the young man's appearance, the whip in his hand 'snapped' on him, and although it did not break the flesh, it still left a red mark. The boy was in pain, trembling with rage, but he did not dare to resist. When the servant demon saw this, he suddenly felt happy in his heart, and laughed ruefully.

It's just that this time the boy finally seemed to be unable to bear it, and he didn't swallow his voice as before. "Pipiru!You're just a servant, and you won't let my family let you go with a whip!" the boy didn't dare to raise his head, he was afraid that as soon as he raised his head, the surging hatred in his eyes would be seen by Pipiru!

"Don't talk about it," a minotaur panicked and covered the boy's mouth, but it was too late. I saw Pipiru smile and take out a piece of leather paper, and shook it casually! I saw a sky blue electric light suddenly light up from the chain, and in a crackling electric spark, the young man convulsed and fell to his knees, but Pipiru seemed to have no intention of stopping at all.

Although the minotaur sympathized with him, he showed a frightened look when he saw the electric spark, and finally shrank his head and hid a little farther away.

"Winged Demons are indeed a powerful race, but Elliot, do you think you are Winged Demons?" a playful look appeared in Pipiru's eyes. "You said you were a winged demon, so why don't you fly, you fly!"

Pipiru grabbed Elliot's hair and said unhurriedly. "Who do you think sold you here?" hehe, remember me! You're nothing but a lowly slave now!" he slammed Eliot's head to the ground and stomped on it with his foot. "Since you have a slave contract on your back and sent it to me, then be your slave obediently, hehehe, cool! What's wrong with the genius of the Winged Demon, it's not like a dog here!"

"If I return to the family, I will make you pay!" Elliot struggled to look up.

"You'll never have a chance to go back, I order you now, go search for the slave for me now!" Looking at Elliot's gaze, Pipiru's heart was a little furious. However, when he found out that he had this idea, Pipiru suddenly felt annoyed and angry, and couldn't help but roar. "If you don't find ten in three days, what will happen to you, you should know what's going on, right?!"

Pipiru left with the men, leaving Eliot like a rag.

Special's eyes flashed with hatred, but more than that, despair.

Although Pipiru is gone, he knows that he is not free, and as long as that contract lasts for a day, his fate will always be in the hands of that damned servant. It is simply impossible to find ten low-level demons in three days. He has been sealed with power by that iron chain, and even if he can really touch it, it is more likely that he will die.

The moonlight shone on the earth, and Elliot rolled over and lay on the ground, gasping for breath as he looked at the sky. His gaze was bitter, with his Winged Demon bloodline, he could have soared freely above the sky, but he was bound by this chain, and these inferior servants were abused as slaves.

"Am I going to die in a place like this?"

Elliot didn't know how long he would live, but he knew that Pipiru probably had no intention of letting him go back alive. As soon as he thought of this, a sad feeling permeated his heart, and even the bright moon seemed to become precious

"Yo, brother, excuse me, is there a village around here?" a figure suddenly obscured the moonlight, causing Elliot to frown.