Half a month later.

Not far from the Kingdom of the Tower, in a village formed by the frequent gathering of adventurers, an adventurer kept pouring wine into his mouth.

And near him, several adventurers looked at him with pity.

They knew that this was another adventurer who had escaped from the sea of trees.

Since ten days ago, they have seen dozens of such guys one after another.

Some of them even looked like knights of kingship.

And they, in the mouths of these incoherent guys, also learned what happened to the sea of trees.

The dragon hunting legion of Wren, the son of the Giant King, the owner of the sixteenth tower of the King's Pillar, failed to hunt the dragon.

Wren, the son of the Giant, was slain by a four-winged wind dragon, and then, the death-like blood-colored dragon unleashed a blood-colored storm that slaughtered the dragon hunters and the accompanying team of adventurers.

According to the news from the various adventurers' gathering places, there were nearly four thousand people in total, and less than a hundred of them fled back to the Tower Kingdom.

Such news is shocking both for them and for the citizens of the Tower Kingdom.

And more importantly......

......

In another tavern, a drunken man choked on the smell of wine, and in the eyes of the curious and expectant adventurers, he exclaimed:

"You call it the Grim Reaper, but I want to call it a tyrant..... Uh-"

With a burp, he slammed his glass on the table.

The unfinished liquor flowed down the hard wooden table, and he lay directly on the table.

Seeing this scene, an adventurer immediately spoke:

"Come, Gogol! Hurry up, some more wine! ”

Another adventurer also approached the drunkard, helped him up, and tried to shake him awake so that he could continue to tell what had happened.

However, they found that the drunk man seemed to be completely drunk, and he couldn't wake him up, so he could only help him up after showing regretful glances to the others:

"Boss, open a room for this guy and let him sleep until he wakes up."

The tavern owner also shrugged his shoulders very skillfully, took out a key from under the counter, and shook it over:

"Third floor, leftmost room."

The man took the key and led the man up the stairs.

Looking at this scene, a group of adventurers glanced at each other inexhaustibly, and among them, several people gathered at a table and began to discuss:

"Tyrant...... Tyrant, indeed, seems more appropriate than death? ”

"Yes, I've heard before that when the Dragon Hunter Army was fighting against thousands of Wyverns and Dragon Beasts, 'Death..... With a dragon roar, all the dragons and dragon beasts dispersed, after which the 'Tyrant' began to slaughter the dragon hunters. ”

"No, what I heard from the previous Yojok is that after the 'tyrant' slaughtered most of the dragon hunters, he sent a subordinate dragon group to clean up the remnants."

"Did the 'tyrant' say anything? What is the sound like? Is it like a woodland drake? ”

"No, no, I heard from Jojok that neither the tyrant nor the Wyvern drake had spoken to them, and I heard that there were dragonborn mages in the team who tried to rebel on the spot and talk to a young wind dragon in dragon language, but they were directly killed by the young wind dragon."

"Huh? Really? ”

"Really, it's because the wind dragon didn't have any dialogue or negotiation with the dragon hunters and dragonborn mages at all, and directly started killing, so it was called the 'Grim Reaper'."

"Impossible, doesn't the dragon learn a lot of languages in order to incite the conspiracy?"

"It's because it's special, that's why it's 'Death' and 'Tyrant'."

"It must be fake."

"Really, that's Jojok, a man who doesn't lie."

"How do you know he's Jojok, did you know him before?"

"This ......"

And in this scene, in the corner of the bar, a boy who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old was holding up a pen to record what he heard. Eight Chinese Net

The boy's name is Ender, and unlike other adventurers, his goal is to become a bard.

It's just that his voice is not very good.

Although, once there was a kind bard, a bard named Flender, who once encouraged him to be brave and make his voice heard.

Ender was grateful for the Mr. Flender, but he was still a little shy.

He was not very bold, he did not dare to take risks himself, to write about his own experiences, and only dared to write down the stories he heard from other people's mouths.

But that's probably enough.

He looked at the stories he had spent days gathering.

However, he had his own ideas about which version of the story was best—Flender had taught him.

"People like to listen to wonderful, even if it's fake."

"People can't tell what's false and how much there's false."

"You just need a little embellishment, and then the story is real."

"You can start by saying an adapted, wonderful version, and then tell a small modified version and tell everyone that this is the real story."

"History? It doesn't matter. ”

"They will praise you for your honesty and praise for your sincerity."

Ander tried it a few times, and although it didn't work very well, the children who listened to his stories did have a similar meaning.

However, he prefers those that sound imposing, with a sense of being personally involved in the grand world.

【Wind King】【Storm】【Monarch】

【Blood Wing】【Tyrant】【Sea of Trees】

【Four Wings】【Death】【Dragons】

He blinked, as if to consider which words to call together, and which would be more shocking to say during storytelling.

It's a pity that Ender also feels that his level is not very good, and if Mr. Flender is here, he may be able to give himself some advice.

In addition to these, he set his sights on the other dragons.

Everyone is paying attention to the most powerful of the blood-colored tyrants, but there is little attention to the subordinate dragons under the tyrant's command.

But Ander felt different, and adding some details of other characters might make the story seem better.

He thought back to the dragons he had heard from different people in the past few days.

Dragons with heavy armor, dragons with three or even four pairs of wings, and dragons with huge claws like wings......

Perhaps, he could also give them a majestic name?

Thinking of this, Ander couldn't help but be a little excited-

Like the son of a giant king under the command of a giant king?

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but feel a little stunned, hoping that this tyrant would not die so quickly, and that it would be good if his story could be told for a longer time.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.