There are energetic and busy dwarven logisticians running from afar, but their small bodies contain infinite vitality, and the entire battlefield is handled by them. The little dwarf ran like the wind, curling the girl's hair.

The black-haired girl with a bandage walked quietly in the camp, obviously surrounded by a busy crowd, but there was a quiet atmosphere around the girl. It's like in a rainy day, the streets are full of traffic, noisy, the wheels of the cars are splashing over, and pedestrians screaming and dodging to dodge.

But a girl with an umbrella walked forward, the raindrops ticking on the umbrella cloth, and the sound of the girl's boots stepping on the ground echoed with the crisp rhythm reverberated back and forth in an area. In the noisy corner of the city, there is a quiet and distant artistic conception.

Anya is in such a situation.

Although not deliberately, all the creatures around her, whether humans, elves, or dwarves, have a subconscious reluctance to disturb this mood. It seems that everyone has a heart of compassion for good things, and no one wants to disturb the pure sorrow of the girl.

That's right, sorrow. Anya's eyes seemed to be able to ooze starlight. Obviously I am here, but my heart does not know where it has gone. It was a mixture of haggard and strong, a perfect combination of longing and silence, she didn't tell anyone anything, but she was able to understand everything from the surface.

"Anya. The majestic silhouette of a middle-aged man blocked her path.

"Father. "In front of me is none other than Nolan City's swordsmanship master, Mordri.

"Anya, you should be clear. "Modri was so smuggling that as one of all the "upper echelons," he was rightfully aware of the information that was circulating among the leadership," ...... You should know that he won't be coming back here. ”

"I know, I know......" The girl's sigh erupted from her lips and teeth like an ethereal mist that permeated the mountainside in the early morning, expressing the purest sorrow of a pure man, and then dissipated into the air.

At this time, the young man Han Tuo, who was longed for by the girl, was holding a map of the kingdom and was observing, and it was the direction of travel after deciding.

The territory of the kingdom is next to the eastern half of the continent, which is full of demonic beasts, and there is a large area of [Mire Forest] in the middle as their dividing line. If the Eastern Continent region, where Warcraft operates, is turned into a country, then the so-called "Warcraft Country" accounts for ninety percent of the area of the Eastern Continent.

However, the kingdom is only one-fifth the size of the western continent, and there are two human states called "empire" and "state" after a long geographical line, which are also less than one-fifth the size of the entire continent. Because although humans are the most abundant race in the Western Continent, there are also a variety of rich species on the continent of Gedia, and they also need their own habitats.

Kingdoms can live in harmony with other races, but empires and states don't have such good diplomacy. Even Han Tuo had heard of it slightly, because it was in the interior of the Western Continent, so it was rare to be able to directly feel the threat of the demons.

Born in sorrow, died in peace. Humans are unusually perked up by a direct threat to their own lives, and Han Tuo has always found this to be a very ironic act. Because there is no common enemy, they are more concerned about the gains and losses of their own interests, and unlike the kingdom of the rustic national style, they are all a group of countries with interests first.

Even if they establish diplomatic relations with other races, it is for the purpose of obtaining greater benefits, unlike the kingdom, which can really rely on elves and dwarves as a solid and powerful support on the battlefield, and attach great importance to power, which makes them have a bad reputation.

Maybe that kind of place is right for you.

Han Tuo's eyes condensed slightly, and he remembered it. But the first place to go is ...... Somehow, Han Tuo kept his eyes on a place like [Mire Border], where layers of forests covered it, and at night, it was as dark as not being able to see five fingers, and he himself had experienced it before.

It's almost impossible to search for a target in it.

But there is a very terrifying existence hiding here, and Han Tuo himself is very eager to know about his existence, because it is a threat to the entire kingdom and the entire human race. But there is nothing that can be done.

To this day, I still think of that sentence in my mind.

He said: "The demon king will not escape death after all. ”

Han Tuo did not doubt the truth of his words, nor was he a lie he uttered in order to prevaricate himself. Han Tuo could read his tone from his words, it was like an adult promising to bring candy to the little ghost's head, because what he asked for was really like a drop in the bucket, and there was no need to lie.

But Han Tuo didn't think of him as a partner at all, even if they both wanted to kill the Demon King.

That's all about acting in your own self-interest. How could such a person be his ally?! The masked man in the daytime will meet again one day, and then it will be an all-out fight between them. In the glow of the bonfire, Han Tuo thought.

In the dark, cold forest, a being who had been placed on the ground finally awoke from his coma, and then roared with rage that resounded on one side, shaking the fallen leaves above his head into the air. The sound wave itself traveled for just over a dozen meters before it was swallowed up by the dark forest.

That's the Awakened Demon King. As soon as he woke up, he was enraged by the fact that he had been defeated, and then roared angrily.

Not only did he not die, but he became so energetic in a short period of time after his heart was removed, and he was so energetic that ordinary creatures could not imagine the tenacity of vitality.

"My lord, you've woken up!" Looking for prestige, it was the same scarred Wind Demon General, who had been hit by the angry blackened Han Tuo and lost his combat effectiveness, but the injury was not fatal. Because of this, he avoided the more powerful eighth-order magic trick, so he was able to stand here in a good manner.

"What~ I woke up so soon, I didn't have time to do anything. A cold voice came out of the darkness not far away, and a man in a cloak and a mask appeared from behind.

There was no campfire for lighting, because it was not discovered by the reconnaissance troops, and there was no need for it. All three of them had dazzling scarlet pupils, and even in the dark, their vision was as bright as day.

All three are demons.

In such a bright field of vision, the man took off his mask, and the demon king saw his true face, and they were all too familiar old faces.

Because they are all in the same seat of the Demon King.

The Demon King of Glutton, Doso Satan. Or his pseudonym as the Chief of the Kingdom Guard, Doso Robert.