And seven years later, the demon king who led the clansmen of the tens of thousands of tile iron tribes to the south was dim, sitting on a horned horse and looking at the open gray world in front of him.

He thought to himself in a trance: it seems that he has never said a word of "sorry" to Ranmuir.

At first, it was because there was no concept of apology. Moreover, where is the reason for a king to apologize to a prisoner of war and a master to a slave?

Later, his relationship with Ranmuir became more and more intimate, and he was more and more troubled by inner entanglements.

He was suspicious of the slave's ulterior motives, and convinced that if he showed weakness to Ranmuir, he would fall into the man's trap. Therefore, he has not apologized to Ranmuir or thanked him.

But...... A lot of things don't matter now, especially after seeing the flowers of the abyss bloom with your own eyes.

It was just small, delicate wildflowers, and Dim didn't think it meant anything, but he was in a good mood because of it. No wonder Lanmuir likes flowers, he thought.

Then, after returning to the royal court, whether it is an apology or a thanks, you can try to arrange it. Perhaps, you don't have to wait to return to the royal court, tonight......

Suddenly, the dim and distant thoughts were forced back into the body:

He heard a sudden and ominous noise all around him.

- Bang!

The first thing that approached was the sound of breaking the air, and the pupils of the dim blur shrank suddenly. At this moment, his body's instinct was much faster than his thinking, and he only had time to twist his body and raise his hand, and a feathered arrow with a spell stopped in his palm and was held by force!

"King!" Mordo shouted at him from behind.

The next moment, a rain of arrows ahead!

Faint roared and shook off the arrow in his palm, tightened the reins with his other hand, and suddenly, the frightened wildebeest raised its front hooves and neighed.

Enemies sprang up on either side of the rugged mountain, as if black waves were roaring. The demons rode lizards, spears and bows and arrows in their hands, their faces painted red and black, and they raised their blades without saying anything.

All the Demon King's soldiers realized what was happening, it was an ambush!

The lizard is more nimble than the wildebeest in the mountains, and a group of enemies have come to ambush here, waiting for the triumphant army to pass.

"Meet the enemy! The cavalry held steady the wildebeest and was not allowed to retreat! Asain drew the wide knife from his waist and pointed forward. He looked around hurriedly, "King! ”

The screams of the enemy answered him instead of the Demon King. Flying in a dazzle, he picked up the spear from the saddle and opened a flaming semicircle, and the next moment the wildebeest rushed out!

A lizard lunged at him, stabbed through the brain by a faint spear, picked up and smashed into the stone wall. The guy sitting on it was thrown down and rolled out of the way, falling all over his head covered in blood.

The next moment, the wildebeest stepped over the demon's chest, screaming and cracking bones.

"Where did the miscellaneous soldiers come from, a few straw bales dare to swagger......"

The Demon King shook off the blood from the tip of the spear recklessly, and snorted in a low voice: "I don't have much ability, but I don't have a lot of courage." Kill me! ”

Modo shouted excitedly and drew a long whip from his waist. The warriors of the royal court rushed after the general, like hungry wolves thirsty for blood, and never knew how to write the word fear.

"......" Assain's expression became very complicated for a moment, and he consciously urged the horse forward.

- "Tempest" Assain, the gray-haired and blue-eyed general, is a descendant general, unlike Moduo, who has followed the faint since childhood.

Before he surrendered to the Demon King, he was the most powerful leader of the Black Toll tribe. It's a pity that since following the faint, Assain has never been able to fulfill his duties as a guardian of the lord once.

The new lord's horse is faster than his, his spear is sharper than his, and he prefers the battlefield more than he does, and if he can kill him, he will have to persuade him to come back...... What could he do?

"Shoot the arrows!"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded among the ambushers: "The Broken Horn Demon King must die today!" ”

Under the cover of the undulating rocks, the sound of strings was heard.

There was a hint of cruel playfulness in the dim eyes: "It's up to you? ”

The next moment, the lacquered ambushers began to waver. Pitch-black flames began to rise from around the dim body, the result of the Demon King's breath—but whoever touched it did not fail to burn with it until it turned into ashes.

"Shoot the arrows again! Shoot the arrows! ”

But the second wave of arrows failed to come, and the black flames roared and crashed into the cliff with a loud thunderous sound. Half of the mountain rumbled and collapsed, and the archers were smashed by falling rocks and their brains burst and their limbs flew wildly!

Modo smacked: "Oh, the mountains are falling. Has my king ever considered how the army will pass later? ”

Asain: "...... Say a few words, General Mordo. ”

It didn't take long for the advantage to start tilting. When the first layer of arrow array was destroyed by the Demon King, there was nothing to stop the soldiers of the royal court, and the enemy army in ambush was quickly rushed to pieces.

It was at this moment that Twilight withdrew from the scuffle and drove his horse back to the rear.

"This group of ambush soldiers is not the old department of Watie," Dusk Yao shook the iron spear weighing more than ninety pounds in his palm, "Assain, do you recognize it?" ”

Asain frowned: "No, I don't know. Listen to the accent is not like the tribes in the north, waiting to capture the mastermind behind it......"

Faint: "Capture the mastermind behind it?" ”

Assain looked at the center of the melee: "With the number and strength of the enemy's army, even if you have a monster like a lizard, you will not be able to stand in front of the warriors of the royal court. Does my king have any other worries? ”

Dusk: "Really, as you said, what are these ambush soldiers trying to do with their eggs, so that I can send them to their deaths, huh?" ”

Assain was startled, and a chill rushed to his heart.

There was a strange sound in the wind. Dusk suddenly turned around, and the tail of the army was no longer visible from the heavy mountain wall.

“…… Behind. ”

His dim eyes were gloomy, and he tugged at the reins in his hand, "The captives of the Watie tribe, the group of people who surrendered are behind. ”

- Damn, Ranmuir is too!

Before Assain could react, he flicked his whip in the faint light, and the tall wildebeest raised its hooves and neighed, and in the blink of an eye, he carried the demon king in the opposite direction of the procession.

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Lanmuir was awakened by the sudden sound of cries, fights, and laughter outside the carriage.

After a commotion, the guards left behind by the faint dazzle jerked down the curtain, "Lord Lanmuir!" ”

"The Lizard Walkers have ambushed our team! Lord Lanmuir, please come with us! ”

- Ambush!

Lanmuir snapped to his senses. Without the help of his guards, he jumped out of the violently shaking carriage and looked up with bated breath—

Four-legged beasts appeared on both sides of the mountain wall along with the dust, and on the backs of the beasts saddled iron saddles, on which sat enemies armed with butcher knives.

The narrow mountain terrain was in chaos. The lizard was twice the size of the wildebeest, and the broken soldiers were immediately scattered. Exposed to the butcher's knife were a large number of people from the Watie tribe - those yellow-skinned, defenseless mortals and demons.

"Retribution is coming, you bastards!"

Those demons with painted faces let out a hideous laugh: "Dare to betray the oath of blood and soul, and bend your knees to a demon with a broken horn...... Today, every brace here will be punished by the destruction of thousands of corpses! ”

A thin old demon squeezed and shivered the clansmen and stood at the forefront. This was the first old father to swear allegiance to Dusk that night.

He trembled and showed his scales and claws, and his eyes widened angrily: "We have shed blood and sweat for the leaders of the past, and we have practiced every word of the oath, but it is the tile that does not give us a way to live!" ”

The people of the Watie tribe let out a mournful roar, but it was the sound of archers pulling strings!

"Don't panic!!"

The wildebeest galloped in, and Lanmuir exclaimed, "Where are the warriors of the royal court!" ”

His voice was clear and high-pitched, and in an instant, the soldiers who had been rushed out of the chaos seemed to have found the backbone of the main body and quickly gathered together.

"Look, who is that, the human slave of the Demon King!?"

The leader on the other side, a demon who had painted his entire face red, laughed in surprise, "It's interesting, you can actually ride a wildebeest!" ”

He waved his arm, "Arrows!" ”

A deadly rain of iron fell from the sky. The guards chased after him from the rear, desperately shielding him in front of Lanmuir with rattan armor shields: "My lord! Lean back! ”

- Bang Bang Bang!!

In an instant, countless iron arrows wrapped around the demon's breath shot at the shield. The warriors of the Demon King also roared, and this group of vicious creatures bred from the abyss was aroused to blood, erected hideous scales, and rushed forward in the face of a rain of arrows, preferring to die than tear off a piece of the enemy's flesh with their teeth!

Lanmuir's heart sank fiercely, and the secret was not good.

Sure enough, screams immediately rang out one after another around him.

It was all from the people of Watie. The soldiers did not have the consciousness to protect the captives, and there were constantly weak demons who were shot by arrows in the melee, and then trampled by panicked compatriots, and the blood and qi quickly spread in this mountainous area!

"Lord Lanmuir!" The guard reached out to lead his horse, "Please stand back!" We will escort you to the place where our king is......"

"Nope." Lanmuir gritted his teeth and shook his head. As soon as he retreats, the soldiers of the royal court will also retreat. And the people of the Watie tribe have no horses, even if they don't die under the rain of arrows, they will be trampled to death by the lizards!

…… The abyss has no way to live for the merciful, and the demons never accept the subjects of rival tribes. The fate of the captives was nothing more than to become sacrificial animals or slaves to be chained with spells.

Therefore, before the faint light said to him, we have done a great thing.

But what if this group of captives were slaughtered on their way to follow the new king?

The intentions of this group of ambushers......

"Sorry, I'll borrow it for now."

Lanmuir's expression was slightly cold, he reached out and took a longbow from the guard's back, and kicked the horse's belly, "Ride!" ”

The wildebeest rushed out, throwing the guard's exclamation far away, and in the blink of an eye it was at the forefront of the fierce battle.

"Lord Lanmuir!" The bloodied soldiers looked up at this scene and screamed like madness, like dragons watching the treasure be snatched away.

With his longbow in his hand, Ranmuel swept away several arrows from his face. Taking advantage of the gap before the next wave of arrows, he stretched out his arms and pulled the bow away!

The bowstring trembled between his fingers. Ranmuir cried out: "Warriors who follow my king, listen to my commands!" ”

Laughter came from all directions.

"Yes, yes, humans can also draw demon bows!"

"What about the arrows? Hey, he doesn't even have arrows! ”

"Lovely little beauty, maybe he didn't know that he had to put an arrow on his bow?"

The leader sitting on the lizard pointed with his whip: "Go, get that interesting slave, don't let him run away." ”

It was only when dozens of lizards began to run wild that Lanmuir barely pulled the bow halfway to its fullest.

He had run out of mana for a long time. Under the ravages of the abyss day after day, now he can't hold the iron spear of the demon clan, and he can't use a heavy sword and a long knife. Even this bow was grabbed in a hurry, and it was very uncomfortable.

But when the barren wind blew away the long silver-gray hair, something that should have been worn out long ago seemed to return to the eyebrows of the Holy Monarch.

"My king has accepted the people of the tribe of Watie," he said, "and from now on they will be your countrymen, brothers and sisters bound by your blood." ”

"Warriors from the royal court: I command you on behalf of my king, and with the weapons in your hands, protect my king's people and your blood!"

The air suddenly became hot, and black flame-like breath poured out from the human's fingertips, condensing into the form of a feathered arrow.

"No," the leader shouted as he suddenly changed color, "no, wait, no, no, it can't be!" ”

He began to wave his hands frantically: "Back off, back off!!" Hurry up, this slave, he has the Demon King's breath in his body-"

Twilight rode from the valley and shouted, "Ranmuir, stop!" ”

Ranmuir's fingers were on fire. The rough bow immediately burst into flames, and the black arrow became brighter, faintly emitting a terrifying aura of destruction.

He chuckled: "—and I, naturally, will do my king's will, and be with the king's warriors." ”

"Ranmuir!!" Dim eyes are about to split.

"Don't open the bow, it's an order, Ranmuir—"

Humans are not as docile and obedient as they used to be. Ranmuir didn't even look back, the moment he let go, the arrow left the string, like a dark comet skimming through the air!

The dark flames of the Demon King's identity exploded in the hot wind, illuminating the scale-covered faces. Immediately after that, everything began to burn. The rocks were burned red, and countless lizards fell off the cliff with a cry of grief.

Everywhere there was a spreading fire, and the flames blocked the way for the ambushers to retreat.

The soldiers around them began to scream in exuberance, but luckily Lanmuir's orders became the reins of the beasts. The emaciated mortal demons and inferior demons were protected behind, staring at this dazzling sea of fire in amazement.

In the chaos of the war, the faint light looked around. The sky was dark, the firelight and smoke interfered with the vision, and there were fighting demon figures everywhere, and the humans who couldn't find him could be found.

"Ranmuir!" He roared, "Answer me, Lanmuir!" ”

Lanmuir had just leaned too far forward, and in the midst of the confusion, a lacquered man had taken on a posture of a dead fish and pounced on him.

The guards were dispersed at some point. Lanmuel had no blade in his hand, and even his longbow was burned to ashes by the demon's breath just now, so he could only dodge with his horse.

The enemy's blade grazed his left arm from behind, and blood flowed profusely.

Ranmuir snorted in pain.

The next moment, a spear burst through the air like black lightning. The enemy's body was pierced through a huge hole, and with a large amount of blood sprayed, it fell straight down.

Lanmuir turned around suddenly: "...... My King! ”

"Ranmuir!!"

Faint came on horseback, picked up Ranmuir to his horse, pressed the human bleeding arm hard, and roared: "You are crazy, whoever allows you to use the magic breath, who allows you!" ”

"My king." Ranmuir gasped, his face turned pale at some point. His long hair and robes were stained with blood, and his whole body trembled slightly, like a candle in the wind.

Dim could even feel the body in his arms being rapidly getting colder, and he scolded with red eyes: "Damn, damn!" You're—"

"I'm fine," Ranmuir hurriedly clasped his faint arm, "My king, you calm down first, I only fired a bow, and I will be fine." ”

But his voice suddenly became hoarse, and Ranmuir frowned and coughed, and the sweet smell of the upsurge immediately filled his throat.

His expression changed, and he raised his hand to cover his mouth, but his body leaned forward uncontrollably. He vomited a large mouthful of blood, and his vision darkened.

The warm, dark red liquid burst through his fingers and spilled in large swaths on the snow-white robes that were no longer clean.