A strange world

Chapter 885 Section 116. Departure

"The Principality of Priel demands compensation of 8 million gold nars from the Kingdom of Miren, on the grounds that the news that they say the Grand Duke is mentally retarded leaked the principality's secrets... A new piece of knowledge every week, we can't talk while inhaling... Osman, the archpriest of the Curse Sect, who is deeply involved in the scandal of colluding with the Church of Light, said that he is definitely not a traitor, and he has never had an ideal in his life... Annan Reeves, a man among men... What kind of shitty news is this?"

The capable subordinate of the Demon Lord, the commander of the Demon Vanguard, the legendary red dragon warlock, Na... Moglock's claws raised a ball of fire and burned the newspaper to ashes.

"How boring, I want to see rivers of blood, the ratmen declare war on Wilhelm, and countless human kingdoms destroyed!"

Moglock walked to the edge of the cliff.

In front of it was a vast underground world, with countless magma tributaries flowing and converging in a lava lake, and countless demons gathered on the shore and patrolled.

As a red dragon warlock, Moglock's appearance is dragon-like due to the extremely aggressive bloodline of the red dragon. His straight chest and back are covered with hard red scales, forming a close-fitting scale armor.

Two spiral dragon horns extend from his forehead, and his fiery red vertical pupils are full of danger and wildness.

Its tall body is far larger than that of a human, but compared to the enchanting succubus standing beside it, with only a few black and purple scales covering key parts, it still looks a little thin.

"This day won't be long." The succubus stretched out its forked tongue like a snake's tongue, swinging in the increasingly sultry air.

The suddenly erupting magma reflected their faces. In front of them, hundreds of hellfires made of rocks, whose cracks were constantly spewing out hot flames, crawled out of the magma lake.

In the center of the lake, an abyss portal is gradually taking shape...

...

"Master Annan, are you really not going in?"

The old maid looked at Annan standing outside the gate with kindness and helplessness, "The master already knows you are coming..."

Grand Marshal Galkin is a good man, but only halfway.

Annan didn't expect that the elite ranger team he mentioned was provided by the Lawrence family... Although this is also reasonable. In order to resist the demons, the nobles of the Mountain City contributed their private soldiers.

"No, the old patriarch will definitely scold me."

Annan shook his head. If someone else did this, Annan didn't need to do it, and the people around him would have arrested him and put him in the dungeon, but the old patriarch was nominally Annan's elder and helped him so many times.

The old maid looked at Annan, who was as stubborn as a child, and couldn't help but smile: "If you don't go, the master will scold you even more."

"At least I can't hear it."

"But the master has always been thinking about you. When he heard that you rebuilt the city in Middle-earth, he was happy for several days..."

"Then... ask the old master when he stops scolding me and when I will come to visit."

The old maid couldn't do anything about Annan, so she had to give up and signaled to the private soldiers standing not far away: "Leave them to Master Annan."

"Don't worry, I will bring them back."

"No, Your Majesty Annan." The Ranger Captain straightened his chest, "Completing the mission is more important than our lives--"

Annan knew that these private soldiers were completely loyal to the family, so he didn't force it: "Then complete the mission and come back alive."

Take them back to the camp and Annan went to find Yingge.

She contacted the Shadow Brotherhood a few days ago, and according to the time, they should be here...

"There are no new signs, and they didn't respond to me."

"They don't want to intervene?"

"It's possible that they have withdrawn from here."

"The Mountain City is not stable, and this is the opportunity for the Shadow Brotherhood to act. I don't believe they ran away..." Annan suddenly raised his voice so that the prisoners in the open space could hear, "Okay, after the war, I will tell the king about the Shadow Brotherhood's avoidance of war!"

Nothing happened. Annan returned to the house, waiting for the attack of the Mountain City, and then fell asleep peacefully at night.

If you dream of the Demon Lord, pester it for treasures, and if you don't dream of it, take it as a rest.

Annan opened his eyes and appeared on the shore of the irritating lava lake.

The Demon Lord was not there, as if he was hiding from him. But it doesn't matter, Annan brought the Philosopher's Stone of "Five Hundred Years of Stolen Dracula".

He activated the Philosopher's Stone, sat in the chair built a few months ago, and watched the blue icon of the new world emerge.

"Elizabeth..."

The magic image was playing, but the Demon Lord never appeared.

Is it busy?

Annan couldn't be sure, and when the magic image was about to end, he suddenly said: "So you are here, Demon Lord, I want--"

Suddenly, a gust of hot wind blew, and the dream seemed to be completely silent.

Annan thought that the Demon Lord really had the demeanor of a warlock-the kind of behavior that took the benefits and ran away, pulling up his pants and refusing to admit it.

Too lazy to play the childish game of hide-and-seek with the Demon Lord, Annan was ready to exit the dream.

As if an invisible hand brushed past, Annan suddenly lost control of his body. He had to let the magic image continue to be projected until it ended, and then he was kicked out of the dream by an invisible foot.

Forbearance... It is not wise to erect another enemy that cannot be defeated.

It was dark outside the window, and it was still late at night.

Knock knock knock--When Annan was about to continue meditating, there was a knock on the door.

The shadow in the corner of the bedroom seemed to come alive, squirming and spitting out the figure of Dela.

She opened the door and let Yingge in.

"What happened?"

Shadowsong rarely came to Annan at night, and she was wearing a feather mask and cloak, so she didn't look like she was here to chat.

Annan immediately thought of three great mages.

Black Widow is now completely thinking about herself, Bigger also looks loyal, and Lloyd is still hesitant... I don't know how he, an alchemist, can be so wary.

"No, I found this letter outside the camp."

It's said to be a letter, but it's actually just a note.

Annan took it and expanded: [Please don't be angry, Your Excellency, King of the North, we will help you secretly. 】

Annan raised his head, and Shadow Song confirmed Annan's guess: "It was the Shadow Brotherhood that did it."

This means two things: that the Brotherhood of Shadow is still around, and that they are watching the camp.

Maybe even hidden among these prisoners.

"Can you get them out?"

Shadowsong replied: "Exposing yourself would be extremely dangerous to us... to the Brotherhood of Shadows, but I can tell they don't want to offend you."

"This is war. There is no neutrality for them to avoid fighting. They are either enemies or friendly forces——"

The sound of a horn from ancient times suddenly echoed faintly in the night sky.

This is the signal for the mountain city to attack.

Annan looked out the window at the deep night.

"Forget it, I don't have time to take care of them, let everyone know and get ready to go!"