A strange world

Chapter 526 Chapter 183. Orcs emerging from the mountains

"Annan, can I say something?"

Claire said as she drifted to the side.

Annan gave this witch whom he had only known for a short time but got along well with, a chance.

"My brother escaped from the control of the Demon King, but it will not give up... We suspect that it has changed its target... That person is you, Annan." Claire said calmly, "Brother, tell Annan how to resist the Demon King. invasion."

"I changed my mind." Mad Dog Archduke said coldly.

Annan shouted towards the corridor: "Berudonna, can you teach our mad dog a lesson? Abby, bring all the silverware from the kitchen!"

"...The more you obey the Demon Lord, the more boring it becomes. Losing interest is your only chance to continue living." Claire said for her brother.

"Your time is over."

At this time, Belludona said.

"My Wyness..." Claire whispered before returning to Hell. That was the name of her white cat.

"I didn't see it coming back." Annan shook his head.

Sighing, the two souls disappeared into the living room.

"what happened?"

Only then did Annan ask Belludonna: "Why is the soul of Mad Dog Archduke in your hands?"

"Remember the devil's contract you made with him? He didn't fully pay the 400,000 gold coins exchanged."

"I don't understand..."

"His sister stole a handful of jewelry and hid it, and only she knew about it. If she is still alive, because she is the sister of Mad Dog Archduke, those jewelry are counted as being paid. But if she is dead, no one knows Wherever the jewels are hidden, Mad Dog Archduke only fulfilled his promise of 399,000 gold coins..."

The moment the Mad Dog Archduke died, his soul fell into the hands of the devil due to breach of contract, escaping the fate of mad blood.

No wonder the demon king is looking for trouble in Annan... because it has lost its spokesperson!

"She is really a brave and smart sister..." Itilia praised.

Except for gods, no being can relieve Montabul Locke's mad blood. Only the devil, who has been fighting the devil for tens of thousands of years, can. Claire took advantage of this and created an opportunity to break the contract to prevent her brother's soul from falling into the mouth of the demon king——

"Almost better than my eldest sister." Annan added.

"What about your second sister?" Leila stood on tiptoe waiting for praise.

"I'm very worried..." Annan frowned and looked at Belludonna.

"It is difficult for the demon king to affect the main plane. The mad blood of Monta Bullock is a curse formed by giving a drop of blood to him personally. As long as you stay away from the demon, you will be fine."

"What I'm worried about is that Mad Dog Archduke won't get enough lessons in hell."

Belludonna said: "His importance lies in his identity. His soul is worthless. He will not have a happy holiday in hell, I guarantee it."

"Then I forgive you for hiding this from me."

The dead mad dog archduke is the good archduke.

Although Annan knew that Belludona didn't want to say it, she couldn't say it... This matter involved the Demon Lord, and the Hell Lord would definitely intervene.

"Why is Claire's soul in hell?" Annan asked curiously.

Belludona said that the souls of the dead will enter the River of the Dead, and the River of the Dead passes through hell. The Lord of Hell fished Claire out.

"Hell loves smart people, and there's a chance she'll be a lemure."

This is a good new beginning, and maybe Annan will be able to see Claire again in the future.

"Will all souls enter the River of the Dead? I have a friend whose father is an epic mage and died two years ago..."

Belldonna said that such strong people would go to the kingdom of the gods they believed in, or be carved up by powerful beings at the entrance of the abyss, without any chance of leaking to hell.

It seems that there is no way to fish out Augusta National to surprise Olmedo.

Or frightened.

"Annan, there is one more thing. I want to ask you for one-tenth of the benefits of the magic image..."

"Have you changed your mind?"

This is good news. The benefits will make Belludonna sell more diligently.

"No... I want to give it to my uncle and the lords of the lava sea."

They originally asked for nine-tenths, leaving only one-tenth for Annan - only one-tenth was taken after Belludona warned them that they were interfering in the hell lord's business.

"If the Lord of Hell is willing, I don't mind really dividing it nine-tenths."

The result of giving away one-tenth of the profits is that Belludona can sell magical images throughout the lava sea.

Annan gave Belludonna an additional tenth - this was her share.

As Annan's spokesperson in hell, the higher Belludona's status is, the more she can help Annan invade... erode... cultivate... in short, the more powerful she can be in hell.

Belludonna's shadow disappeared on the parchment. Annan put away the parchment and found that Leila was still waiting expectantly. He could only say perfunctorily in the same tone: "My second sister is really great..."

"What's your tone!"

"What are you going to do?" Itilia asked.

"Demon Lord? I am prepared to maintain the status quo."

Why should we believe what our enemies say? Annan can't even trust Claire, so let him trust the Mad Dog Archduke...how is that possible.

He might as well continue with his plan: make the Demon King love... fall in love with him!

Annan also planned to sleep with the magic stone in his arms tonight. If the magic stone could follow him to sleep, it would save a lot of trouble...

Itilia asked Leila, who was having a bad temper, to push her to Ingrid's place.

"Part of the treasure trove is missing, but no one knows...Who is neglecting their duties, or hiding it from us?"

Looks like some people are going to be out of luck.

The quiet time is always short-lived. As noon approaches, the streets outside suddenly become noisy.

The guards reported that a group of orcs had appeared at the foot of the forest mountains.

When Annan rushed over, this group of orcs of unknown origin were logging and building a camp outside Free City.

They were too close...so close that they could not regard this group of orcs as enemies.

These orcs exuded an unbearable stench, their tattered animal skins were stained with dirt and blood, and their exposed brown animal skins seemed to be wrapped in a layer of silt.

When Annan came to the camp and wanted to get closer, their burly leader stood up and said, "Get away, short guy."

Annan's charm hit a brick wall for the first time.

"Orcs are one of the few groups that are immune to the charm of warlocks because they worship power. So much so that some warlock scum regard conquering female orcs as an honor." Alice, who followed, said: "For example, bards like to arrange the bloodline of orc warlocks. That's what these warlocks who know everything are doing."

"What you said is too rude." Annan covered his ears.

"What you did was more rude." But Alice's words still reached her ears.