Stray

    Shadows

    In the past two years, the seven sets of large teleportation arrays that have gradually deepened have been repaired by experienced experts. When repairing the two sets of magic circles closest to the bottom of the abyss, the cold-sweaty mages were preparing to escape every minute.

    However, the nineteenth generation Demon King was unexpectedly quiet, except for a few occasional rumblings from far away underground, no sense of oppression was revealed.

    Although scholars can't be sure whether the rumble is the migration of lantern blind bugs or something else, the demon king did not walk near the teleportation array as Mooney taught Calapan said, barely good phenomenon.

      The Underground Rock has a lot of sharp horns, and I don't really want to see a bunch of people falling from the sky and strung themselves **** on it. 】

    In the memory, Nemo's voice came from the voice spar, extremely clear, with a bit of helplessness.

    [Humans are relatively disciplined, remember to keep an eye on the elves and don't let the gatekeepers run around. 】

    His lover rambled, his voice a little murky. His Majesty the Demon King's words were mixed with soft, crisp chewing, as if he was nibbling on fresh fruit.

    In the past two years, a lot of images, sounds and photos have been exchanged, but there is no magic that can replace the other party's untouchable body temperature. Missing has not eased because of this, but it has become heavier.

    Oliver nibbled at the raw carrots melancholy, and stuffed the rest of the nibble into the dark horse. Dark Horse lifted his lips, snorted the radish with disgust, and then turned his head resolutely.

    Oliver had no choice but to throw the radish into the wide stone crack in the distance, and watched a small group of abyss insects carry it away with joy.

    Different from the **** mission two years ago, this expedition will inevitably include top knights from various religions, as well as powerful mounts that are in harmony with them. But not to mention the dark horse or the Fuller goat, even if the notorious tumbleweed leads a goose down, the human team can only turn a blind eye, too lazy to argue with those gangsters.

    The expedition force has just passed through two large teleportation formations and is resting in the calm windless belt. Looking down from the protruding cliff, the armies of various forces are very orderly even when they eat.

    Of course, you have to remove the tumbleweed that slipped onto the cliff.

    "How do you feel?" Adrian Cross patiently opened a soft cake sprinkled with sugar, and handed the larger piece to Jesse Dillon.

    "Well, like I said before - our world pillar is awake, but he doesn't take me as a warning object now, I'm comfortable enough to fall asleep."

    Jessie chewed the soft cake and looked into the bottomless abyss: "Is that parrot ready?"

    "Baggarmoru wouldn't make a mistake in this sort of thing." Oliver's eyes were still fixed on the neat army below.

    "Don't look at it, you don't look at it, they won't take the opportunity to get lost quickly."

    "Anything can happen in reality." Oliver responded worriedly, "It is inconvenient for us to let go of our momentum, in case a demon that is only similar to Witherspoon suddenly rushes out..."

    The braided girl sitting in the distance snorted coldly, she played with the bagels in her hand, and did not intend to eat: "I checked, there is no threat to the strength of the army within a radius of 30 kilometers. Demon. It is not without reason that the course of expeditions has been relatively fixed in the last few hundred years."

    "By the way, Witherspoon has moved to the area furthest away from human activities." Slim fingers poked into the hole of the doughnut and turned it around randomly. "I guess he hasn't figured out what the **** is going on with that flat snake. At least his muscle-packed brain can barely figure out what's going on with the enemy on that side—you don't have to worry about him popping up out of nowhere."

    However, these words did not have any practical effect, Oliver still looked nervous. The tumbleweed's vicious leader carefully rubbed the mud spots off his armor as he looked around.

    "I think our Mr. Ramon is nervous for other reasons." Jessie dragged her cheek with one hand, the soft cake still in her mouth. "Leave him alone, sweet lady."

    Dara Lane thought for a moment and decided to pretend she didn't hear anything.

    The cliffs were filled with the smell of a picnic, and in the tent below the cliff, Godwin mechanically stuffed his mouth with soft-boiled bacon, and devoured his lunch with a crunch.

    "This afternoon, we will advance to the vicinity of the ghost's throat. If there is no response from the Demon King, I suggest retreating immediately."

    The leader of the elf taps a certain point on the map of the ghost throat with his finger, and a golden cross remains on the paper.

    "It is impossible for the nineteenth generation to fail to notice the activation of the large teleportation array near the bottom of the abyss. If it is indifferent, there will definitely be traps behind. The army retreats, led by some scouts It's safer to take the lead in feinting a mage who is good at illusion."

    "A lot of materials will be wasted in retreating!" The representative of the one-eyed dwarf objected sharply, "According to the changes in the landscape at the bottom of the abyss, this may be a protracted battle. Even if the materials are sufficient, we must consider-"

    The male elf headed by the face is not very good-looking: "For a little material, bet the life of the expedition warriors?"

      "Excessive caution equals cowardice. Of course we can consider other solutions. As soon as we come up, we decide that everyone will retreat... Ha."

    Godwin silently sipped the hot salty broth from the bowl.

      They are all implicated in the threads of countless forces.

    Of course no one is really timid, but no one wants to be this heroic early bird.

    If you don't know the situation of the Demon King at the bottom of the abyss, the person sitting here is still himself a few years ago. Now he may try his best to suppress the boiling blood and inner excitement, however...

    Godwin gulped down a mouthful of soup, his voice not loud, but clear in the silent confrontation. Although it was a lunch party in name, in fact he was the only one eating politely.

    Everyone instantly swept their eyes. The elf who just spoke narrowed his eyes and looked up and down the human powerhouse with a not too rude gaze.

    "You look sure." The male elf's voice was pleasant.

    In the eyes of most humans, elves are undoubtedly beautiful, although they are far from human in appearance.

    This forest race has hair that is finer and softer than humans, and rippling like fine satin. The limbs of elves are more slender and slender, the nose is more convex, the big moist and beautiful eyes are inclined to the sides of the head, and the eyelashes are long and thick, full of the fragile beauty unique to herbivores.

    Although elves are more similar in size to humans than one-eyed dwarves or dragons, they prefer soft, sturdy, silent enchanted leather to the icy armor of humans First.

    As an omnivore, Godwin Lopez slowly swallowed the bacon in his mouth and coughed twice: "Yes, the ghost throat is still some distance from the bottom of the abyss. There are many arrangements made at the bottom of the abyss, I don't think the Demon King will start so early - but this is only my conjecture, I fully understand your love for your people."

    The male elf blinked, obviously not buying this muddy remark.

    "We have to agree," he said nonchalantly. "As agreed at the beginning, the plan must be adjusted according to the situation underground. I think this is the right time to adjust the plan."

    "Maybe some of the representatives can lead the line, and the rest of the troops will follow in a triangular formation." The dragon who had been silent for a long time finally joined the conversation.

    "The triangular formation must have a head formation. This is back to the topic just now, isn't it? No one wants to suffer." A swordsman behind Godwin spread his hands, dissatisfied Sweep the spoon in the hands of Head of Horizon.

    "You can filter according to the ratio, which is the most fair."

    “…We can transport most of the expedition fighters, and it is not appropriate to rashly place the dragon in the scout position. One-eyed dwarves focus on intelligence reserves and spell response, elves and humans are the most flexible ethnic group."

    "We are good at long-range attacks and are accustomed to moving in groups, and individual soldiers are only used for surprise attacks." The male elf took a sip of leaf tea, "If you are not willing to call up people..."

    "I'd like to lead with Horizon." Godwin put down his spoon and sighed.

    "Lopez!" The mercenaries on the horizon were calm, but the strong men from other mercenaries or organizations immediately objected. "You have to consider—"

    "It'll be fine." Godwin waved his left hand, his voice flat and sure.

    The right hand used a spoon to stir the cold broth, facing the turbulent forces in the peaceful atmosphere in front of him, the head of the horizon suddenly felt a little tired.

    It's a pity that the people following behind don't think so. Everyone present is a smart person who is proficient in human feelings, and it is impossible not to hear the confidence and certainty in that sentence. That's not blind confidence in his own strength, Godwin Lopez is pretty sure Horizon can handle anything.

    Maybe this is the real power gap. With a sense of reverence for the stronger, the part of the human warriors who came with impure intentions began to readjust the proportions of the interests of all parties in their hearts, pressing a few weights to the horizon.

    When the expedition army reached the throat of the ghost, this inexplicable sense of awe reached its peak—

    The magnificent white ground of Ghost's throat was completely buried by black rubble, and here they could even see sharp stalagmites from the bottom of the abyss protruding from the crevices.

      demon.

    In the face of the large teleportation formation leading to the unknown, the head of Horizon moved forward without hesitation.

    "The Pope of the Radical Church does not admit it, but I think he is probably the swordsman in the prophecy."

    "...At times like this, I should let that Lopez from Tumbleweed go in first."

    "If the tumbleweed really had an affair with the abyss, the situation there would be really uncontrollable. Godwin's decision was no problem. And he rushed ahead himself, and the tumbleweed will be used later. Grass, tumbleweed has no way to directly refuse - those **** did a bunch of appalling things, but the name of the coward has never appeared."

    The mercenary's guess soon "fulfilled".

    The final teleportation formation that crossed the throat of the ghost, the army finally reached the bottom of the abyss. And the moment they stepped on the ground and saw the foreground, almost all creatures shuddered—

    Contrary to the peaceful and unusual atmosphere before, the fighting spirit and oppression here are so heavy that people can’t stand upright. Unlike any previous expedition records, this time there was light at the bottom of the abyss.

    Hundreds of high-level demon skulls filled with silver light hovered above the bottom of the abyss. The pitch-black stalagmites were directed towards the surface, with no tip in sight. The black stones formed a strange lair, and the teleported army was in the center of a deliberately surrounded empty flat.

    This set is square and square, no matter how you look at it, it is not a natural formation. The sense of terror that fell into the net was too strong, and the few visitors who were relatively fragile and more like the forces of authority than soldiers slumped on the ground with their knees weak.

    Godwin Lopez did not even frown even though he showed a somewhat surprised expression.

    The black stone lair in front of you has a strange beauty, like a prosperous town dying and drying into a dark corpse.

    The high "city wall" surrounded everyone's sight. Under the light of wandering skulls, the solemn atmosphere made people unable to breathe. Coupled with the magic pressure poured from the head in the distance, the expedition army solidified in place for more than ten seconds.

     Godwin drew his holy sword, the blade glowing with a hazy warmth. The human hero stepped forward without hesitation, observing the terrain.

    And he just stepped on a neat ruin, the whole ground trembled violently.

    An extraordinarily large snake-shaped demon raised its head from the corner of this strange dead city, spitting out purple-black letters, and the blood-red sparks flickering between the scales almost formed a line—

    It opened its mouth and let out a shrill growl. Accompanied by the gas explosion generated by the sound wave, the poisonous smoke swayed around it, and the stone chips and dust instantly collapsed along the stone.

    There are no other tiny creatures living naturally in this dead city, and no one would think that this superior demon just happened to pass by.

    "Oliver Lopez." Godwin took a breath and ordered immediately. "This thing belongs to you, is it alright?"

    "I said tumbleweeds don't take command."

    "I allow you to pick reinforcements, and if you can kill it, its corpse will be disposed of with tumbleweeds."

    "Hmm..."

    The villain who was wandering at the back of the line finally pulled the reins, rode the black horse closer, and said in a disgustingly arrogant tone: "If everything belongs to us, it's not impossible."

    "I need a more definitive answer."

    "Yes." The tumbleweed commander tightened the skeleton helmet on his head and glanced at the turbulent expedition behind him. "But I don't need reinforcements. Cross, Dylan. That thing is handed over to you, go back early, remember to bring back the most valuable part."

    "Yes, Captain." Viper Jesse blew a kiss, her voice sweet. "Let's go, sweetheart Ed."

    "Two people?! Even a tumbleweed—"

    However, before the human team had time to raise objections, a bigger crisis came.

    Behind the ominous snake-shaped demon, a larger demon appeared. It was still far from them, but it was so large that people could see it quite clearly in the dim light.

    The four alien wings were wide open, and the edges flashed with a cold blue light. The black alien bent its neck and let out a series of low-pitched roars in the direction of the expedition army. The chilly hurricane swept through in an instant, and the brilliance, which was not bright in itself, dimmed a little for a while.

    Like a sponge soaked in water, the fear engraved in the instinct was violently wrenched out of all the living objects present by this roar. Several younger soldiers directly peeed their pants.

    Compared with that breath, the incomparably powerful snake-shaped demon in front of him immediately became a decoration.

    "It's the nineteenth generation demon king."

    Whispering voices shuttled through the gaps in the army.

    "...is the master of illusion."

    However, most of the people present were strong men who had experienced the test of life and death. Even under the pressure of this mind-blowing terror, the soldiers still barely kept the formation and clustered together vigilantly .

    Godwin Lopez still had an eerie calmness on his face. He shook his head and whispered in the ear of the head of the tumbleweed, looking a little tired but not afraid.

    After saying that, Godwin adjusted his marching direction neatly, avoiding the serpent demon and leading the army in another direction.

    Decades later, that whisper was the last warning to the hopeless Oliver Lopez as a blood relative.

    However, Godwin's sentence was unexpectedly short.

    "Take care of your parrots," he muttered dryly.

    The author has something to say:

    Godwin: Tired, I don't want to accompany him, but considering the peace on the surface... uh. (eyes die)

    Expedition: Calm, calm, and fearless! This is the real powerhouse.

    Oliver on the other side: Clos, Dylan. That thing (Baggarmoru) is handed over to you, go early and return early, remember to bring back the most valuable part (the flesh and blood in the parrot). (It's really impossible to divide it with some snacks and fruits)

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