Moments later, the army that followed the Demon King joined the battlefield, and the lacquered man who organized the ambush became a turtle in an urn. The ambush was quickly quelled.

The clansmen of the Watie tribe knelt down to thank the soldiers of the Demon King with tears in their eyes. By that time, Ranmuir had fallen asleep in the carriage.

He was a human, a human who had been washed by the holy mana of the Temple of Light since childhood. The demon breath in the body was forcibly poured into the demon king to avenge an arrow, and if he forcibly urged this power, he would definitely suffer a great backlash.

After nightfall, Dusk did not ride again.

The Demon King threw the dozen or so captured live ones to Modo for interrogation, and ordered Assain to take charge of the battle on his behalf, while he himself got into the carriage and guarded the weak human slaves.

The carriage swayed, and the small brass lamp hanging on the wall creaked. Ranmuir curled up among the layers of quilts, frowning uncomfortably.

His face was gloomy as if he wanted to kill, but his movements were cautious—he was afraid that Lanmuir would be shaken by the bumps in the carriage, so he took the man into his arms and hugged him.

Ranmuir was awakened by this action, and his eyes opened in a daze.

“…… Wang ......"

His voice was a little hoarse, so weak that it could barely be heard.

Dusk Yao's face was expressionless. He raised his hand and hovered for a moment over the purple scales under the corner of the human eye, rubbing the tips of his thumb lightly.

"Ranmuir," he said in a low voice, "you have crossed the line today. I don't believe you didn't hear that stop. ”

"Haven't you been punished for so long that you've forgotten the rules of being a slave, huh?"

Lanmuir lowered his eyes and leaned against his dim chest with little strength, "...... The slave knew that he had made a mistake and asked the king to punish him. ”

Faint: "Don't do that. You're not afraid of punishment, and some other guys are punished for you. ”

Lan Muir frowned slightly, shook his head, and said, "Don't blame your warriors. My king ought to know my temper...... I am bent on doing it, and they can't stop me. ”

Dusk Yao tore open his thin lips and grinded his teeth: "It's late, thanks to you, those guards are now all missing an arm and a horn." ”

Lanmuir stiffened up: "What......!?" ”

Faint: "The last time you used your Breath, I said I wouldn't do it as an example. This is the price of impulsiveness. ”

The already small carriage fell silent. Ranmuir's face was pale, staring straight at the dim, his fingers moving slightly.

Dusk knew what he wanted to do. On another occasion, Lanmuir would have lowered his face to him, grabbed his half-broken corners with those soft hands, forced him to bow his head—and then leaned in and sniffed gently.

The corners of the demon are the most susceptible to smell, especially the fractured surface, which is often used by slaves to tell if he is really stained with blood.

But not today. He had just killed one during the day and slaughtered hundreds of demons, how could he tell the difference?

Lanmuir was stunned for a moment, and his breathing became rapid.

He suddenly snorted softly, pinched his chest hard and lowered his head.

Tick, tick.

A few drops of crimson fell on the bamboo mat of the carriage.

"Ranmuir!?"

Faint Flare's expression changed suddenly.

He took half a step on his knees, lifted the human face, and sure enough, he saw a blinding blood dripping from the corner of Ranmuir's lips.

- vomiting blood again!?

Dusk's face turned blue all of a sudden, he just wanted to scare him and let him know that it was powerful. How......

"Lie to you."

Faint regretted that his heart was twisting and aching, and he hurriedly hugged the person into his arms and coaxed him repeatedly: "I really lied to you." Well, I'll call those guys to meet you, and you'll see for yourself. ”

Lanmuir looked at his blood-stained fingertips for a long time, shook his head and sighed softly, "No need. Since our king said no, there was no. ”

His demon king has always been a bit of a bad character, and he has not been scared once or twice over the years, and Lan Muir has not been gullible. It's just that I didn't expect this body to weaken so much unconsciously, and when I was in a hurry, I could stir up my blood and energy.

With three months to live, it seems that he can't run......

Lanmuir was embarrassed and thought to himself, what opportunity would he find to open his mouth to the faint of this fact that he was dying?

Of course, Dusk noticed Lanmuir's distraction, and his heart sank, and before he could continue to coax, there was the neighing of wildebeest and the sound of hooves outside the carriage.

A deliberately lowered female voice said, "I beg to see my king." ”

It's Moto. Lan Muir raised his eyes and glanced at the dim, and naturally lifted the curtain of the carriage for the demon king who was holding him in both hands.

The cold wind was howling outside, and Modo had just jumped off the horned horse, and when he looked up and saw that it was Lan Muir who lifted the curtain, or the intimate posture of completely nesting in the arms of the demon king, he was also stunned for a moment: "My lord has woken up!" ”

Lanmuir smiled at her, and suddenly felt the quilt on her body lift up, blocking the cold wind.

A faint and impatient voice came: "Don't talk nonsense. ”

Mo Duo hurriedly straightened his expression, bent down and said, "My king forgives the sins, those dozen or so living mouths are very hard." I chopped off all ten of their fingers, burned their tails with flint, and most importantly, they didn't vomit at all. ”

Faint didn't raise his head: "What about the unimportant?" ”

Modo hesitated for a moment and said, "It's all foul language, nothing new." ”

At this point, she patted the corner on her head again: "Oh, yes, there is a strange saying. ”

"Say."

"There's a guy who claims...... The death of the Broken Horn Demon King is approaching, and the Abyss is about to usher in a true king. ”

Dim Yao sneered lightly: "The real king? The tone is not small. What's the matter, which little guy is going to awaken the Demon King bloodline? ”

As he spoke, he rubbed his scaly tail against Lan Muir's hanging arm, and after confirming that the other party did not resist, he scooped it up and stuffed it into the quilt.

"It is indeed a bit arrogant to dare to call himself the king of the abyss." Lan Muir glanced faintly, "But the bloodline of the Demon King is rare to see, and it doesn't necessarily mean that. ”

The title of Demon King is not the same as "king" in the popular sense, it is not a status, but a bloodline.

The demons of the abyss distinguish between high and low by blood. The lowest is the inferior devil; Above are the most numerous mortal demons; Further up are the rare Great Demons, who are the only ones who can serve as the "general" or "leader" of the tribe; The only bloodline that surpasses the Great Demon is the Demon King, and sometimes it takes decades for one to be born.

Since ancient times, every demon king has appeared, which means that the pattern of the abyss will be shuffled, and a new chaotic era is coming.

For example, his father is a mortal demon and his mother is a great demon. At the age of fifteen, he awakened his bloodline and was promoted from the Great Demon to the legendary Demon King.

It is said that on that day, the fire veins of the entire Gathel Abyss boiled for him, and the dark flames turned into an upside-down meteor shower, rising backwards from the earth to the heavens.

It was also this spectacle and the concussive magic breath that was observed by the elders of the Temple of Light far beyond the enchantment, and it was the earth-shattering arrow of the young god son that came later.

Dizzy Yao pondered for a moment, and waved his big hand: "Don't worry, take it back to the royal court and try it slowly." ”

Mordo saluted and took the order. The curtain fell, and peace was restored to the space.

The corner of his eyes jumped suddenly.

"Tsk...... You ......"

Beneath the thick quilt, Lanmuir's hand was groping his tail.

The human fingers were soft and cool, and the tingling sensation spread through the nerves as they gently stroked the tip of the tail upwards, causing the scales to thrust comfortably.

If the strength is a little heavier, this can even be the foreplay of their integration.

Dusk Yao pressed the demon's hand through the quilt and kissed the tail of Lanmuir's eyes: "Hmm, not angry? ”

"The slave is not angry," said Lanmuir helplessly, "Are those people of the tile iron all right?" ”

"Oh no, they're all dead." The evil demon king got an inch, and began to tease him again, "Curiosity is dead." ”

"A human with the breath of a demon king and sacrificed his life to protect a group of people belonging to a rebellious tribe. Hmph, witnessing such a bizarre thing, all the guys will die tonight trying to break their heads. ”

“………”

Lanmuir couldn't laugh or cry, and slapped the scaly tail with rare presumptuousness.

Dim was in a good mood, and instead of being annoyed, he wagged his tail. Lanmuir couldn't help but pat it again.

Faint suddenly grabbed the human's forearm, leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

Lanmuir stood up and pecked lightly at the Demon King's broken horn.

After a while, Dogu came in and delivered the medicine once. Ranmuir drank the medicine, and soon became dizzy, buried his face in the demon king's arms, and closed his eyes.

"Sleep." The faint light blew out the brass lamp hanging on the wall of the carriage, and slowly grabbed a handful of long human silver-gray hair.

…… Since when did his Lanmuir become as ethereal as snow?

Breathing softly, there was almost no sound when I fell asleep, and it was a little frighteningly quiet.

The Demon King lowered his gaze.

The carriage was still rattling, and the little brass lamp was still creaking.

The darkness prompts the memories to be restless, and the Demon King closes his eyes, but he can't sleep. Repeatedly reflected in his mind the appearance of Lanmuir holding a bow during the day, and the arrow wrapped in flames in the valley.

Gradually, the color of the arrow changed, and it became brilliant, bright, and golden like the sun, and it came from among the clouds with the torrent of fourteen years of time.

The blonde-haired and snow-skinned god son Lan Muir held a divine bow and looked at him coldly from the depths of his memory. Looking at the entire continent, there will never be a second boy so holy and so beautiful.

Boom!

It was the priest who was so frightened that he threw off the drum and fell to the ground.

All the demons retreated in terror.

Humans, they point to the sky and shout, humans!

On that day, a ceremony was held to congratulate the birth of the Demon King.

And the fifteen-year-old boy demon king at that time, arrogant, fearless, and young, with full of anger, grabbed a bronze scimitar dropped by his father from the ground.

At the last moment, he shouted angrily in his mouth, blocking in front of all the clansmen, and the tip of his knife pointed at the golden canopy.

But the power of the golden arrow was so terrifying, it first shattered the scimitar in his hand, and then shot his corners. Dim heard himself let out a terrible scream, and his entire body was torn into the air by the force.

Severe pain filled the nerves, and in the whirling field of vision, the golden arrow did not reduce its momentum, illuminating the heavenly dome of the abyss, and disappeared at the end of the distant mountain.

Bang!

The young demon king fell to the ground, bounced up again, and just rolled out more than ten feet away.

In front of everyone's eyes, a long, shocking trail of blood dragged out on the altar.

The golden light faded, and the clouds lost their color.

The vault returns to darkness.

Faint struggled to get up. He tried once and fell; Again, still failing; The third time, he barely stood up.

Suddenly, he noticed that all the demons were staring at him with frightened and strange eyes.

Father, mother, priests, people...... No demon stepped forward to help him, and no demon spoke up.

Horn.

Finally there was a demon who began to whisper about his horns.

Horn, horn, his horn, human, human, look at his horn, human, horn, his right corner......

I don't know which demon jumped out and pointed at him in a crazy way: "The human shot his horns!" ”

"The Demon King was shot off by a human and the right corner !!"

The black-haired and red-eyed demon boy sat on the altar in a daze, sitting in a pool of his own blood. He became the first in the history of the Abyss, the Broken Horn Demon King of Disgrace.

That day, Dusk almost didn't make it out of her tribe's altar alive.

It was a great shame for the Demon King to be shot off by humans, and several crazy guys were going to kill him on the spot.

The next day, the priest of the gods concluded that the Broken Horn Demon King was ominous and wanted to kill him.

On the third day, his brothers and sisters, who had long been jealous of his awakened bloodline, fell into the well and wanted to kill him.

On the fourth day, the leader felt that the tribe raised a young demon king with broken horns, and it was not for it, and it was not for it, and it was embarrassing and embarrassing, so he had to kill him.

On the fifth day, the parents wept late at night, saying that the child was ruined anyway, and it was better to give him a good time in his sleep, and give his head to the chief, maybe in exchange for some reward.

In the abyss, life is too cheap. Killing a demon is no different than tearing off a weed.

Faint lost his place in the tribe, and could only drag his seriously injured body into exile.

The only thing that sustains him alive is hatred.

He thought of the blonde boy outside the sky, hating, hating, hating day and night.

So he was swallowed up by the mire of despair, and he got up after being buried in the sea of corpses and blood.

For seven years, the Demon King was reborn in the dark fire and wind and frost of the abyss.

But now?

The carriage clattered, and the brass lamp creaked.

Now, the Broken Horn Demon King sits in the rickety carriage, holding his lifelong enemy, quietly reminiscing about the past.

Ranmuir back then, it was so beautiful...... It's beautiful. Is it really lost, and you can't get it back?

He didn't seem to hate anymore now, he just wanted to see Lan Muir pull his bow again, not to be wrapped in the furious black flames, but to turn into a fiery bright sun.

"Ranmuir ......"

In the darkness, the Demon King blurted out hoarsely, "Do you miss your mana?" ”

Before he could say this, he woke up in a daze. Looking down, it was fortunate that Lanmuir was sleeping deeply and did not hear.

The demon king didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed for a while, he closed his red eyes, leaned on the carriage and exhaled, and shook his head: It's over, I'm really finished.

This night, I didn't sleep.

In the early morning, when the miasma was surging in all directions, the demon king's army returned to the royal court.