The flames of war that have been ignited will not be stopped by a warm interlude.

When the Demon King remembered the kiss on the prairie that night, and realized with great horror that something was wrong with his pounding heart, he had to quickly plunge into the preparations for war, often from late night to early morning.

A few days later, the Demon King's generals were invited into the palace.

On a huge map, they saw the mountains and rivers of the abyss that shrunk slightly. The blood-red ink set off from the royal court, running through the four small tribes on the way, all the way to the northwest.

…… Heithor. Mo Duo gently read the end of the journey: "I thought that my king would do something to Watie first."

The demon generals next to him nodded their heads. The new and old hatred between the leader Watie and the demon king is not a secret in the royal court.

"Watie tribe ......," Tianpo said, "It's farther away." At least you must be able to completely control the Yuya Mountain Range and the Black River before it is convenient to start with Watie.

Dusk sat cross-legged on the cushion woven of grass and vines, and listened to the demon generals. Next to the king sat the man slave who was so delicate that he could not speak.

Lanmuir had braided his long hair and tied it into a white bone bell, and was slowly boiling a pot of light wine with flint.

When Dusk Yao and his subordinates discuss political affairs, he usually doesn't speak, just listens while doing something next to him, and talks to Dusk Yao alone in private if he has any opinions.

At first, the Demon King's subordinates were in pain.

How can you imagine that when they were shouting angrily to level a certain tribe, there was a human sitting beside him obediently weaving bone ornaments, and his voice was very quiet; Or seriously paint the eyes of the snail hedgehog, and it looks pretty good......

But now, well, get used to it.

"Lan ...... Muir – Big, ......"

With a dark face, Modo spit out these words in a distorted manner, especially the honorific title at the back, "Go with you too?"

Dusk looked at Lan Muir.

In fact, it was a problem that he had a headache for days. Wearing a forbidden lock, Ranmuel could only move within the limits allowed by the bone key, and if he was brought to the front line of the battlefield, the situation would change rapidly, and it would be impossible to take care of it.

Even if you put a human being in a big camp, what if the camp is attacked when the army goes out, do you want him to wait for death? But if you leave Ranmuir and the Bone Key in the royal court, what is the difference between flailing the trapped beast?

Throwing the problem to the "problem" itself, he raised his chin at Ranmuir: "Say it yourself."

/> Lanmuir raised his eyes faintly: "You're here again?" My king left me in the royal court, and gave the bone key to a trusted demon clan, so that he could take charge of me.

Dusk; .

Damn, it sounds reasonable, why didn't he think of it?

But think about it...... The Demon King pretended to be calm and cleared his throat: "No."

Think about it carefully, joke, how could he give up his slaves to other demons, not for the time being! Ranmuel was a beautiful human being, and he was so ridiculously good-natured, if he was bullied, he would not know!

"You're a cunning human," Dusk Yao said, If another demon clan takes care of you, or in the royal court, I don't worry.

Ranmuir:

Dusk: "You'll have to follow me."

Two days later, the royal court's army set out, and the warriors left their homes. The wildebeest neighed, the priests beat the war drums, and smoke and dust billowed up.

Before setting out on the expedition, the Demon King personally put on close-fitting chain mail for the humans and tightened his sleeves with bracers.

Dim lowered his head, while Ranmuir tilted his head slightly. The Demon King's scales and claws wrapped around his slender neck, clasped them behind his back, and finally removed the bone key from his chest and put it on the human neck as if nothing had happened.

Lanmuir was taken aback, and grabbed his faint wrist: "My king!"

Twilight slowly snapped his fingers off and said, "Put it on. ...... in danger"

After saying that, the demon king suddenly fell silent for a while, lowered his head and kissed the human lip.

Ranmuir: ?

"You have to know how to run." Twilight finished the passage.

With that, the demon king walked away. Leaving Ranmuir standing still, he touched the corner of his lips in confusion, and thought: It seems that the king likes this kind of human kiss.

Far away, several demon generals pursed their lips and pointed their fingers.

"Hmph, the human ...... who confuses my king" "The human ...... who pretends to be"

"Wait and see, in less than three days, mankind will cry and beg the king to let him go back!" Not to mention anything else, how could the frail bodies of human beings follow the warriors of the demon race for a long horse?"

- After only a moment, they stared at the humans who stepped on the wildebeest, dumbfounded.

Lan Muir changed his usual loose white robes, draped in light armor, and his long silver-gray hair was braided in thick braids like when the demons went into battle, and tied with bone shard ropes.

He stepped on the metal stirrups, climbed the wildebeest, which was far taller than himself, and sat firmly on the saddle

。 When I looked up, the scales at the end of my eyes shone brightly.

"Drive.

The iron-clad wildebeest galloped, leading the slender humans to the dust. Ranmuir's horse quickly swept to the front of the battle, alongside the Demon King.

Faint turned around in the wind and boasted, "Good learning."

Ranmuir: "My king taught me."

In the past, although the Holy Monarch also learned riding skills when he was in the human world, there were not many opportunities to actually ride horses, and he did not have the experience of following the army into battle. But the Demon King loves to ride horses, and his riding skills are particularly exquisite, and when he was idle for the first two years, he rode around with Ranmuir on horseback. Grasslands, cliffs, glacial lakes, deep forests......

Lanmuir was also studious, and over the years, his riding skills improved rapidly. Even Dusk Yao had to admit that this guy was indeed a genius who was swept up by God.

In this way, the journey of the royal court began with an almost incredible onslaught.

The Demon King has always been fond of relying on the rapid march of elite cavalry, and it is common to step on glaciers and climb snowy mountains overnight, but this time is even more terrifying.

Three days, three whole days with almost no sleep, but calculated as a cold mad rush.

As soon as the gong sounded, the cavalry unloaded their horses, quickly ate and rested in silence, and when the gong struck again, they had to get on their horses and march whether they were full or not. At night, it was pitch black and there were no fingers. The Demon King ordered the soldiers to hang small brass lamps in their saddles, and ran wildly with the faint glow of fireflies, only in the early hours of the morning to sleep for a few hours.

Under the march of hellish intensity, even the demon soldiers occasionally fell behind—they could only return to the royal court by the same path, waiting to be ridiculed—not to mention Ranmuel, a human without mana.

Dusk takes human physical strength into the calculation. Every evening, he called Ranmuir to him, let the man ride with him, and ordered him to sleep in his arms for a while.

Crossing the Frost Horn Snow Mountain, wading through the mighty Waveless River, and then rushing across the endless plains.

On the third day, Dim suddenly ordered Ranmuir to retreat behind the line.

At that time, the front of the march was still empty, and there was no special sign. However, the Demon King's acumen was finally verified in the afternoon of this day:

The royal court's army bit the prey that was caught.

The first big unlucky one to suffer was a small tribe called "Zita" that was attached to Hetor.

Lanmuir calculated the time and direction of the earthfire change, and the demon king then deduced the migration path of the Zita tribe, and directly cut it horizontally.

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When the people of Zita saw a large army in front of them, they almost thought they were hallucinating

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The bloody battle began, and continued until midnight. The battle of the demons is like a bite between beasts, those inferior demons with low combat effectiveness

They died massively in the first round, and then Zita's soldiers.

"Broken Horn Demon King! Dusk!!"

The chieftain, Zita, was encircled in the melee. He was covered in blood and shouted madly, "If you dare to kill me, you will be enemies of all the tribes of the northwest, and you dare—

The next moment, the wildebeest neighed loudly.

A spear carrying pitch-black flames pierced Zita's throat like a gale! His faint face was stained with blood, and he laughed coldly and arrogantly: "You are the one who killed!"

Under the witness of the bleak cliff moon, the leader who was not blind was lifted, and the corpse was held high by the demon king on the tip of the spear, still maintaining an angry and open mouth, as if he did not expect death to come so suddenly.

When they realized that defeat was certain, the demons of Zita began a tragic rout.

The soldiers no longer protect their clansmen, the old man and the young children were left behind, countless demons were killed in the trampling, and screams and cries were everywhere. The hell depicted in the Cult of Humanity is probably no more cruel than this.

A wildebeest galloped from behind the formation to the front. Ranmuir's robe was blown by the wind and spilled with blood.

He shouted, "My king—"

The call of the human was cut short by a thunderous roar, and with a swing of the Demon King's spear, Zita's corpse was smashed into pulp. Faint Dawn took the lead and said sharply: "Chase the army!!"

The demons of the royal court left behind those miserable Zita evil demons and began to chase after the fleeing soldiers like wolves.

Lanmuel gritted his teeth and shouted, "My king!"

But human beings can't shout the demon king, and they can't shout those royal court warriors who are completely excited.

The demons screamed and raised their weapons, rolling forward like wheels and crushing them, the night covering the corpses. The sound of water gradually became heard where the wildebeest's hooves had stepped on, and it was blood that symbolized death.

At this moment, Lanmuir really felt what a demon king was. Dusk is like a demon who is truly born for war, strong, rebellious, ferocious, and undying.

When he rode his horse and speared, no demon could not be infected by that frenzied killing intent, until everything he could see turned into ruins and ashes under the demon's breath.

"My king...... My King!!"

In the midst of such frenzied pursuits, or near-slaughter, only a tiny human remains, desperately shouting for his king.

"They have been defeated

Their leader is dead!!"

At last, Ranmuir's voice was hoarse, and the wind was mixed with blood and crying, despair and death, and he felt almost crazy.

"Stunning!!" He was hoarse, "Sealed in the abyss for two hundred years, the number of demons is decreasing year by year, do you still want to kill!?"

Lanmuir did not know when the army had stopped. It seemed like a century had passed, and it seemed like just a few breaths.

He was drenched, and he was panting violently on his horseback, beads of sweat dripping down his loose hair.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near.

Lanmuir gasped and looked up, and saw the bloodied Demon King coming through the night with a calm face on his horse.

So the humans forced a smile.

“…… Year 1. Lanmuir said abruptly. If only I could have known how to persuade you like this, there would be no quarrel. ”

Dusk Yao didn't speak, just looked at Lan Muir with a complicated expression. After a while, the Demon King ordered to the herald beside him:

"Strike the gong and rest in place.

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The attack on the Zita tribe made Hethor aware of the crisis. Soon, several tribes from the northwest joined forces and began a confrontation with the royal court's army in a wasteland.

The real battle began, and the fierce fighting began.

Most of the time, Ranmuir was left in the big tent in the rear.

He counted the armaments, food and grass for Dusk, and counted the numbers needed. Whenever the earth shook late at night or early in the morning, and the sound of horses' hoofs thundered, it was known that the faint army had returned.

Every night, Lanmuir would stand on tiptoe and pull down the corners of the demon king and sniff it.

"Kill less if you can." He said bitterly, You are here to quell the rebellion, not to massacre.

"When the demons die, the happiest people are my people in the world, and my king is not willing to do this, right?"

"Also, why don't you wear armor when you go into battle?...... Yes, I know that the scales of the Demon King's bloodline are very hard, but it is a little more protective to be able to protect it......

Dusk Yao was so nagged that she was helpless, and she couldn't get angry, and sometimes she simply caught Lanmuir in the camp and merged it. But this trick is not very effective now, and it is difficult for him to completely shut the human mouth with it.

The confrontation between the two armies lasted for half a month, and gradually entered the stage of bitter fighting.

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Once, the Demon King led his army out into battle and fought fiercely with the armies of the United Tribes such as Hetor. The battle lines of the two sides moved as they fought, and they actually moved from the wasteland to the valley.

Lan Muir waited five or six days for the army to return, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

But the messengers on the front line returned on the sixth day, and their eyebrows fluttered to describe the Demon King's might, and the Devil's Breath obscuring the sky like a dark wave:

So Lanmuir was somewhat relieved and patiently continued to wait.

On the eighth day, the army returned late at night. Ranmuir had already fallen asleep when he was suddenly awakened in the middle of the night by the clanging of the cavalry unarmouring in the tent.

Before he could calm down, the big tent was suddenly opened. A familiar deep voice came: "All out."

The Demon King's voice was hoarse and heavy, with an unusual hint of depression, and Ranmuir suddenly sobered up.

The guards and attendants in the big tent retreated one after another. Lanmuir grabbed a cloak and put it on his shoulder, and hurriedly greeted him: "My king......"

He lifted the white curtain separating the inner tent from the outer tent, and saw Faint Shine walking in a messy footsteps. Lanmuir's heart jumped suddenly, vaguely aware that something was wrong, and before he could ask anything, the demon king suddenly jumped on his wings.

This is terrible, the dim light fell down directly, and actually knocked over the weapon rack next to him, and the spear and short knife fell to the ground with a bang!

My King!?

Ranmuir's head buzzed. He subconsciously went to help, and at the same time opened his mouth to shout-

Dwilight raised his arm sharply and covered his mouth fiercely!

"Silence." The Demon King said hoarsely.

A faint light of fire loomed in from outside the tent, and Ranmuel could see clearly by this light, that the dim state was obviously extremely bad, his lips were pale, and his face was as pale as a dead corpse.

His hand also touched the body covered in scales, and it burned as if it was on fire.

Ranmuir shuddered and lowered his voice: "Are you hurt?"

The messy hair on Dusk's forehead was all wet with cold sweat, and his eyes were a little sloppy. But he was still quite conscious, and he barely raised his hand, and nodded his index finger at Lanmuir: "Don't shout, Dogu will come soon."

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