There were only about thirty demon slave riders who were able to escape from the front of the refugee camp, and all of them had a look of fear on their faces, and the black monsters under their crotches seemed to feel the fear of the riders, and the howls like hyenas became extremely miserable, sounding like a pack of water dogs that had been beaten.

As the leader of the Demon Slave Knights, the black-armored knight's face was unimaginably ugly, and his hand holding the pitch-black sword was constantly trembling.

Seeing the appearance of the black-armored knight, the winged demon Ppusk, who landed from the sky, opened his mouth and wanted to laugh at it, but when he met the other party's cold eyes, those harsh words choked in his throat, and he couldn't spit out a word.

"Pske, if I have not been able to reap sufficient benefits after paying such a heavy price, I will certainly be burned by Lord Lord's wrath, and your fate will not be very good. The black-armored knight's voice became particularly grim. Pske, the Winged Demon, pursed his lips and tried to give a nonchalant smile, but fear turned the smile into a twisted moan.

"I, I see......" The red light in Pske's eyes flickered and dimmed, showing that the Great Demon was definitely fighting fiercely. "Lotsha, what do you have to do?"

"Hmph, if you weren't so afraid of death just now, if you go forward 30 times, the darkness will cover the watchtower. In that case, we're already in that camp, drinking the blood of the pigs!" said the black-armored knight in a furious voice.

"30 meters! Lochach, you say that you are good!" Wing Mopsk screamed like a frightened duck, vibrating his wings. "There's a terrible archer in that camp, and you don't know it! Don't say 30 meters, even if you get closer to 10 meters, my life will be in danger! Don't forget, when I chant the incantation, I can't resist the flying arrows!"

The black-armored knight was silent for a moment, then turned around and said in a cold voice, "Stop pointing fingers at each other, Pske. We have only one chance now, and that is to destroy everyone in that camp, and only then can we appease the Lord's anger, and even gain His Lord's appreciation. ”

"Destroy that camp, Losha, did something break your brain in the battle just now?" Pske gestured in the direction of the refugee camp with his claws with sharp nails. "How many Demon Slave Riders do you have? You have already lost more than 70 men, right? Your Demon Slave Knights have been reduced by more than two-thirds, and hundreds of riders, plus my Dark Concealment Spell, have not taken down the camp, do you want to fight again with this remnant?"

"Of course it's not a head-on fight, use your brain, Pske. The black-armored knight shrugged his shoulders contemptuously, then he pulled out a piece of parchment from his breastplate, dipped it in the blood of a dead black monster, wrote a few lines on the parchment, and handed it to a demon slave rider.

"You, give this dueling challenge to the leader of that camp. ”

The slave rider who took the parchment trembled like a dead autumn leaf, and his expression was distorted, as if he was about to collapse. "My lord, Lord Losha, please forgive me...... I...... I don't want to die!"

"Go, or I'll let you taste something worse than death!" The black knight's eyes flashed with a hideous light, and the demon slave rider wanted to continue pleading, but it felt its body move, and the black monster under its crotch had chosen to obey the black knight's orders and start running.

The slave rider let out a desperate scream and tried to jump off his mount, but the body betrayed its will, and the slave rider's hands moved on their own, urging the black monster to rush in the direction of the refugee camp.

In front of the refugee camp, 12 pikemen lined up in a neat row, their spears raised in a cold light, monitoring the movements of the demon slave riders in the direction of the forest. Under the protection of pikemen, a dozen camp guards and braver villagers are cleaning up the battlefield, dragging together one corpse after another of demon slave riders and setting them on fire. The demon slave rider, who was already dead, actually let out a strange howl in the flames, and his limbs twitched and trembled unconsciously, looking very terrifying.

"After this kind of demonized person is killed, it will take some time for the demonic organization that multiplies on the body to die, and if the will of the person who comes into contact with the corpse during this time is not strong enough, it is possible that the demonic organization will invade and become a new demonized person. Donner stood beside Levi with a heavy expression, and explained in a low voice the reason for this.

"I see, Mr. Donner. This experience is very valuable, did you get it from the last Demon Calamity?" Levi couldn't help but show a hint of fear in his eyes as he watched the corpse of the Demon Slave Rider struggle in the flames.

Without Donner's reminder, then the bodies of these demon slave riders would have been buried casually. As long as you look at the demonic organization that is still struggling under the flames, you can guess what kind of consequences this extremely tenacious thing will cause once it is buried at will.

There are many weak-willed people in the refugee camps.

Donner looked at the corpse of the demon slave rider struggling in the flames, a flash of pleasure flashed across his face, and then he let out a long sigh, bowed to Levi and said, "Father, Lord Levi, I would rather bury that memory deep in my heart, please forgive me for not being able to explain more." ”

Levi noticed a subtle trace of grief in Donner's expression, so he nodded and said, "It's okay, Mr. Donner, it's my question that is reckless." ”

"It's strange why those fellows are still there, refusing to leave?" said Sir Grace's voice from behind. Levi looked back and saw Grace coming out of the gate, carrying a silver fir longbow on his shoulder.

"There was nothing going on in the camp, and this time the demon's attack was defeated from the front, and the villagers' mood calmed down. Sir Grace nodded at Donner, and then said to Levi, "Mr. Levi, those of your archers have a terrible will to fight, and one of them was wounded in the head just now, and he did not waver in the slightest. I really don't know how your family trained this group of subordinates with iron will. ”

"You've won the prize, Sir Grace. Levi pursed his lips subconsciously, and every time he heard Sir Grace talk about the so-called ancient family, it made the young knight squire feel a little uncomfortable. If Grace had pressed on this question, Levi simply didn't know how he should answer.

Fortunately, Sir Grace's exclamation did not last, and a small black dot came from the direction of the forest, and the speed was quite fast. Sir Grace's attention shifted to the shadow, and he let out a sneer.

"Interesting, it's actually a single rider rushing over, this group of demons, do you still want to negotiate?"

Sir Grace's sarcastic voice made everyone around him laugh. Only Donner didn't smile, the old former adventurer's brows furrowed tightly, and he looked at the black shadow and said word by word: "Lord Levi, be careful, the other party may really come to negotiate!"

Donner's admonition backfired, provoking the others to laugh even more, but neither Levi nor Ser Grace laughed, and looked at the black shadow that was rushing towards them.

It looked like an ordinary demon slave rider, wearing a dark red hard leather armor with a faint sulfur scent, and a leather helmet that hid most of his face. When cleaning the battlefield just now, Levi had already discovered that the equipment on these demon slave riders contained a large number of unknown toxins, which could not be used by ordinary humans. But the Demon Slave Rider obviously will not be injured by this toxin, but will have a certain healing and hemostatic effect.

However, in any case, the combat power of this demon slave rider is only equivalent to that of a level 2 professional, and Levi really can't imagine what it can do other than the negotiator that Donner said.

The speed of the demon slave rider was quite fast, and soon reached the front of the pikeman's spear array, and the cold light of the spear made him scream involuntarily, but the speed did not decrease at all, and he pounced on the spear.

"Let it in. Levi commanded suddenly.

If it was a force composed of ordinary people, how could they hesitate to give this order, then the fate of the demon slave riders who came at a gallop was almost certain. However, the pikemen's orders to Levi could definitely be forbidden, and the spears were immediately divided, narrowly opening a passage for the demon slave riders.

The Demon Slave Rider's face turned sallow, covered with cold sweat the size of a bean, but it still rushed towards Levi without slowing down. It's clear that this guy's actions are controlled by a supernatural force, not of its own volition.

Donner snorted and dragged his left leg forward two steps in front of Levi, but instead of standing behind Donner with peace of mind, the young knight squire drew his sword and stepped forward, standing side by side with him.

The impact of the demon slave rider looked quite violent, but when he was less than 10 meters away from Levi, the black monster under his crotch suddenly let out a wail, and then all his limbs broke together, and his entire body collapsed, slamming the demon slave rider on his back to the ground, making a series of scalp-tinging bone cracking sounds.

The demon slave rider barely even snorted, and just lay on the ground and swallowed his breath, one of its hands raised at a strange angle, just in front of Levi with a folded piece of parchment!

Levi's heart moved, and he was about to reach for the parchment when a large hand wearing iron gloves reached out from the side and grabbed the parchment first, and then a muffled voice sounded.

"Lord Levi, be careful that it's poisonous. ”

It was a crusader swordsman who carefully examined the parchment, then unfolded it with both hands and brought it to Levi.

The dark red handwriting on the parchment had a strong sulfur smell, and it was a few lines of smooth flower-style characters, which were ancient and obscure, and the writer deliberately used a lot of modifiers, which made it very difficult for Levi to read.

Sir Grace was the first to understand the meaning of the words on the parchment, and he sneered from his nostrils, and said dismissively: "This is a tradition loved by many ancient knight families, knights do not lay down their arms without a fight, and when one side is in trouble, they use this kind of challenge book to challenge, and if the other party accepts the challenge and can defeat the three duelists they sent in a one-on-one duel, they will lay down their arms and agree to surrender." It seems that the identity of this demonized knight is really unusual, I'm afraid it's a child from some ancient family......"