Chapter 68: Eliot

There was nothing useful to be found on the big man's corpse, but a smaller piece of clothing was turned out—Morey was almost certain that it wasn't his!

Although this small dress is also a bit big for Morey, it is still in the category of normal people.

Quite possibly from some dead hapless ghost.

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 seen the magic pattern clearly before he did it, I don't know what kind of fame this is, but it should be right to cover it up!

Leaving for 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, the eight achievements would have been as the big man said - it was dismantled into several meat patties, and I don't know which market to sell it to.

That guy just now looked like he was just a simple man! As soon as he saw his honest appearance, Morey subconsciously forgot that this place was hell!

In the legends of the world, hell is the darkest and cruelest place in the world, but I didn't expect to actually come here. 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 else is empty - nothing can continue to reason after turning into meat puree.

As soon as his palms were hot, another message appeared, and Morey couldn't help but stop and look down.

However, after reading it, Morey's face was obviously a little ugly.

By the way, when you meet people in the wild, don't greet them casually, at least don't deal with too strong guys, it will probably be dangerous. ’

By the way, generally speaking, the more streamlined the demon is, the higher the potential, and the stronger the strength may be. Some talented demons will even have a whole magic pattern on their body, so it's better for you to be careful with this kind of guy. ’

Morey looked down at his body.

Although the magic patterns formed by the fire bomb technique are all over the body, there are many separate parts outside the main body.

This makes the distribution of his 'magic patterns' scattered, and you can find many small and independent magic pattern stars at a casual glance, just like Mars. If you take the level of refinement as the standard, it is indeed a little bleak.

It is estimated that the fat man demon saw this and dared to suddenly burst out and hurt people

What a mess of magic patterns!

In his judgment, Morey should be just an extremely low-level demon, how could he have such teeth! All demons can transform into human form, so the only basis for judgment is the magic pattern on the body-only this thing can't be faked!

A low-level demon still appeared naked in front of others, and his strength was exposed at all, although it was unlucky to be attacked, it was not a strange thing.

"Don't say it sooner!" Morey muttered to himself indignantly, covering his cloak a little tighter.

Just know that it's useless to be verbose!

When it comes to such an important matter, you just mention it to me in passing!?

A few days passed, and more and more demons were encountered, but because of the magic pattern, others couldn't judge their depth, but they were rarely attacked. Coupled with the constant reminders from Belio, Morey finally began to understand the world of Hell.

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 have to communicate with each other, but their communication is more direct and cruel than that of humans.

Of course, not every demon is cruel and ruthless, but in this world, there must be its own set of survival principles. Maybe there are kind guys in hell, but there will never be good people - if the other party is much weaker than you, then the easiest way to communicate is to be strong, which is also the survival concept of hellish 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.

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 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 hell plants everywhere, but a group of demon teams who shoulder the work and enjoy good treatment from 9 to 5 - the slave catchers.

As the name suggests, their job is to capture those newborn demons who have just been born and are still somewhat ignorant to be taken into slavery and sold to the castlevania.

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.

Being weak is a sin in hell itself, and no one will sympathize with them for it, because every demon knows that if they switch places, they can't escape either!

At this moment, a few kilometers ahead of Morey, there were several demons walking tirelessly back and forth, as if looking for something.

They look weird.

Six of them are extremely special-looking, and although they are only less than 1.5 meters tall, their heads are twice as big as usual! There are only three slender fingers on both hands, and they all hold a two-toothed steel fork with a large fork.

If anyone who knows this thing is here, they will definitely subconsciously have a cold war!

Because this fork is specially used to catch slaves.

The servants would use it to jam the necks of slaves and pin them to the ground, and once they were forked by this thing, it would be difficult for anyone to resist, only obediently branded as slaves.

The remaining three demons followed listlessly, two of them were very common minotaurs, but one of them looked like a human youth.

The man had long red hair and a grim face, but black wings grew from 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 patterns, and two electric sparks burst out every once in a while. The young man snorted, and his face became a little more ugly.

However, he was stubborn, and although he was in a cold sweat with pain, he pursed his mouth tightly and refused to scream.

There was a crack of the whip! The thin whip full of barbs was whipped on him, and although it did not break the flesh, it still left a red mark! The young man gritted his teeth in pain, and almost trembled with anger.

When the servant demon at the head saw this, he suddenly felt happy in his heart and laughed ruefully.

Only this time, the young man seemed to finally be unable to hold back, and was not as silent as before.

"Pipiru, you're just a servant, and you used a whip to me if you let the family know, what do you think will happen to you?"

The young man 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 say it," a minotaur hurriedly covered the boy's mouth, but it was too late. I saw Pipi Lu smile and take out a piece of leather paper and shake it casually!

I saw a sky-blue electric light suddenly light up from the chain! In a crackling electric spark, the boy convulsed and fell to his knees, groaning in pain, but Pipiru seemed to have no intention of stopping at all!

Although the minotaur sympathized, when he saw the electric spark, he was still afraid to take over. Finally, he shrank his head and ducked away.

"Winged demons are indeed powerful demons, but Elliot, do you think you are a winged demon?" Pipiru had a playful look in his eyes. "You say you're a winged demon, so why don't you fly?

Grabbing Elliot's hair, Pipiru said unhurriedly. "Who do you think sold you here? Hehe, remember me! You're nothing now, just a lowly slave!"

When he had said this, the servant pressed Eliot's head to the ground and stepped on it unceremoniously 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 go back to the family, I will make you die a bad death!!" Elliot gritted his teeth.

"It's a pity you'll never have a chance to go back!I command you now, and I'll search for slaves at once!" Met with Elliot's cold gaze, Pipiru's heart was a little furious.

However, as soon as he found out that he had this idea, the emotions of annoyance and anger suddenly came to his heart, and Pipiru couldn't help but roar angrily. "If you can't find ten in three days, you know what will happen!"

Shouting this, Pipiru spat and angrily left with the men, leaving Elliot like a rag, discarded here.

Special's eyes flashed with pain, but more than that, despair!

Although Pipiru is gone, he is not free, and as long as that terrible contract exists, his fate will always be in the hands of that damned servant!

It's impossible to find ten low-level demons in three days! I have already been sealed with the power of that iron chain, even if I can really touch it, it is more likely that I can only die!

The moonlight shone on the charred earth, and Elliot rolled over and lay on the ground, gasping for breath as he looked at the sky, and the scars on his body were sore all the time. His gaze was very bitter, with his Winged Demon bloodline, he could have soared freely above this sky, but he was bound by this chain and abused as a slave by this indiscriminate servant demon!

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

He didn't know how long he would live, but Elliot knew very well that Pipiru probably had no intention of making himself alive. When I think of this, a sense of despair permeates my heart.

Even life is about to be lost, and looking at the bright moonlight in front of me, it seems to have become precious

"Yo, brother, excuse me, is there a village around here?" a dark shadow suddenly obscured the moonlight, causing Elliot to be stunned.