A strange world

Chapter 884 Chapter 115. Na Lu

Nalu has had enough of the torture with no end in sight.

It had heard what happened to demons caught by the Devil - they would be tortured, played with, and then hung as trophies on the obsidian walls of the Devil's House.

But compared to these humans, the devil is not as cruel as they are.

Iron pieces were driven into its body like needles, accumulating in the flesh and blood, endless torture day and night, but without asking anything, as if it was just for fun...

Nalu's endurance is not because he is a tough guy - demon's bones are not that hard, and most demons have no bones.

It is only begging for mercy now because it has just learned this sentence.

So when the demon that was sent to Annan could only repeat this sentence, a prisoner came and applied Common Tongue Mastery to it.

"Okay, what do you want to say?"

Nalu stared at the low human being in front of him. Normally, it could easily tear his legs apart. But now, it can only vent its grievances: "You torture... this is not... civilized!"

Magic is still easy to use. Raise your hand to cast a spell and let a demon know the advanced vocabulary of "civilization".

Annan was not a holy mother who would be careless and kind. He said calmly: "Did you demons run from the abyss to Allen Continent for love and peace?"

"We want to conquer the main plane!"

"If that's all you have to say, I'm going to send you back."

Nalu is silent, compared to those tortures, death is equivalent to relief.

"I know the secrets of high-level demons..."

Annan was not surprised that demons would betray their own kind - demons are such a chaotic race that fight against enemies when they have them, and create enemies to fight against when there are no enemies.

"You are just a lemure, what secrets can you know?"

Lemurs are one of the lowest levels of the demon species, and there are not many demons weaker than them. Despite this, they are 6 to 7 feet tall and look like sandmen made up by children playing with sand. They can still easily fight against two enemies. to three lay recruits.

The veterans of the Snow Mountain Fortress can kill the lemures one-on-one or even by accidental injury.

They are like the rat tide formed by the rat-men. They are just cannon fodder used to fill lines and consume magic power. In addition, the lemures with a chaotic appearance seem to have no brains. Annan has no hope that they will know the secret.

"I overheard the Overseer talking about...a place where food is stored."

Bard stories often make the mistake of describing an army of demons as if all demons would attack in full force.

In fact, this only happens in small groups of demons. During battles and wars, they still know some strategies. For example, low-level demons serve as cannon fodder and die, mid-level demons attack fortresses, and high-level demons go head-to-head. They are also responsible for assassination and circumvention. Later assassins and transporting food - these are learned from their old rivals, the devil.

Although it is always difficult to execute it smoothly... For example, many demons will kill and forget the order, and hungry demons will grab their comrades next to them as food...

Maybe the mountain city knew about it, so Annan shook his head: "This is not a secret."

"Our large army has arrived!"

Nalun continued, becoming more and more fluent in common language.

"Isn't the main force of demons still in the north?" Annan questioned, not even thinking that a lemure would know such a secret.

"They are hidden underground."

Annan pondered.

If the devil hides its main force underground, it will be difficult to find...

"Della, lock this guy up alone first, um... prepare some food so he doesn't die." Annan was going to tell Marshal Galkin about the situation first.

So far, the generalissimo has been quite competent.

Just as he was about to walk away, Anan suddenly remembered something and said to Gulu: "Su Xiha..."

Nalu suddenly raised his head, shocked by Annan's words, and then Della covered Annan's mouth.

"That's a dirty word, don't say it."

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"You're going to sleep with its mother."

…

"You mean, the main force of demons has arrived?"

"They are hidden underground and unknown to anyone."

Marshal Galkin turned around. I don’t doubt it, but I don’t believe it either: “Where did you know that?”

"A demon, strictly speaking, is interrogated from the mouth of the demon sent here."

Annan briefly described the origin of Nalu.

Grand Marshal Galkin stared at Annan, distrust revealed in every pore: "So, you tortured a low-level demon and learned such an important 'big' secret from that low-level demon."

He puts an emphasis on "big".

"Did you know the devil is full of lies?"

"I thought it was the devil who told lies..." Annan recalled the expression on the lemur's face when he told the story, "I don't think it lied."

"This is a big deal and requires evidence, not 'I think'."

"Well, the evidence is that the demons are not alone. They can cooperate with the rat men to create plague monsters. Why can't they let the rat men dig holes in the ground?"

"It's quite reasonable..." Marshal Galkin looked at Annan a few times and waved the servant to leave. "Since you are the discoverer, I will leave it to you to confirm."

"I?"

"Aren't you leading a group of prisoners? They are the best at sneaking around." Marshal Galkin's tone was playful, but it didn't sound like he was reading Annan's joke.

"I mean, you actually trust us..."

Marshal Galkin exhaled a thick breath, "Did you know? The city has not been peaceful recently. The church has caught many nobles and businessmen who secretly believe in the evil god of the abyss. They almost caused big problems."

"Because of this, you are more credible than many people with a clean background."

Annan was not surprised by this kind of thing...but Marshal Galkin actually wanted to surprise him so much.

"My people are all prisoners, it's a little difficult to let them do this kind of thing..."

"I will give you an elite team of rangers who will assist you."

"real?"

"real."

"Don't you need help from Liberty City?"

"Your floating city is full of civilians, right? What's the use of them going to the battlefield?"

Annan confirmed that Marshal Galkin really wanted him to investigate and uncover the truth.

Preconceptions are a bad habit, just like stereotyping.

As much as the Duke of Kingsley was hated, Marshal Galkin was much loved.

"What about the plague around here?"

"Plague demons? They are not important. Our enemies are only the demons in the north. If we repel them, the Kingdom of Dimon will be able to deal with them. But if the demons capture the mountain city, it will be useless no matter how many plague demons we clear out."

"Okay, I'll try my best..."

Marshal Galkin squeezed into the sofa, his fat flesh folded like water in a bag due to the contours of the sofa.

"We will attack early tomorrow morning and deal with the devil striker first."

Marshal Galkin breathed a sigh of relief. Standing was a burden for him.

"When there's chaos, that's your best time to act."