An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

Yes, there is no mistake. This unique trace can only be created by wheels supported by tracks. How can there be such a thing in this world?

"What does the big monster they are riding look like? What are its characteristics?"

"Well, black, very long, very sharp, buzzing, no legs, looks like something you made, flashing red light, very fast, and a very scary scream."

This description...

"You are injured, stay here first and don't run around. I'll go see what's going on."

After Noshir comforted Mumu, he followed the trace. The track made him feel uneasy, and the biological characteristics described by Mumu reminded him of his old friend in the game.

Mind Flayer

"Although the description is very similar, it is unlikely to be the Mind Flayers. The nearest Mind Flayer colony is under the Tower of the Moon, which is more than 50 kilometers away from here."

It is only possible to cross such a long distance by teleporting with the Nautilus Warp, but there is no place to hide such a large target. Moreover, according to the image of the vehicle described by Mumu, it does not conform to the biological industrial characteristics of the Mind Flayer Empire, but is more like the Hellfire Soul Technology of the Nine Hells.

But if it is really the Hell Chariot of Baator Hell, how did they bypass the Main Fortress of Dawn and come here?

Could it be the Dawn Fortress!

"Calm down, think about it carefully, the situation may not be that bad."

Noshier shook his head to reject this terrible possibility.

"Mumu only saw three creatures and a chariot, which means that this is probably just a devil team that bypassed the Dawn Fortress, broke away from the devil army, and dispersed to capture the fleeing refugees."

"Although it is still troublesome for me, if there are only three people, I should be able to deal with it."

"The only thing I don't know now is what the three creatures on the chariot are, and whether the chariot is equipped with any dangerous weapons."

"Let's go up to scout first."

The traces of the hell chariot are very easy to detect. Those refugees seem to want to hide in the forest and let the trees block the chariot's progress, but the devil's hell chariot is very flexible, but the density of the outer forest is not enough to stop them.

Looking down from the sky, there are several trees falling almost every distance. Flying along this trace, only two minutes later, Noshier saw the fleeing refugees.

And the hell chariot chasing them closely behind.

"Damn, damn, is the technology of the Nine Hells so advanced?"

When Noshier was looking up information, he accidentally glanced at the description of this chariot, but he didn't remember the specific details. The only thing he knew was that the fuel of this chariot was the soul. In fact, it seemed that the fuel of any hell machine was the soul, so this knowledge was useless for the current situation.

When the chariot was visible to the naked eye, Noshier discovered the most distinctive feature of this hell creation.

It's better to say that it's a land ship than a car.

"Strange design."

Noshier also saw the refugees. At present, only five or six people are still fleeing. I don't know why they didn't choose to flee separately, which is obviously more organic...

Suddenly, among the refugees who were still fleeing, one person broke away from the others and rushed madly in another direction.

Noshier thought that there was finally a smart person.

"Bang!"

Two crossbows suddenly opened fire, and a capture net accurately caught the last person in the refugee team, and then quickly pulled him into the hole opened in front of the car body, and the refugee who had left the team...

"Ahhh!!!"

A barbed iron spear directly pierced the man, and the chariot quickly passed him amid the devil's surprised laughter.

The poor guy was dragged awkwardly by the winch, scraping off a layer of flesh on the rugged ground and the hull covered with sharp blades.

Then a purple devil with a dozen snake-like tentacles on his face and wearing simple armor lifted him up, said a few words to the refugee who had been tortured to the point of being unrecognizable, and threw him directly into the pool behind the car body.

The man struggled to stretch out his hand, but then the arm melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"...Fuck!"

And in the forest.

A slender beast made of black and red hell steel was rampaging in the dense forest. The whole chariot was more like a long and narrow sailboat than a car, with a steel track as wheels, and was covered with sharp blades all over. There were four crossbows on each side, each loaded with a net and a spear.

Three steel masts stood upright on the chariot, and the skin of an unknown creature was made into sails. There were more than a dozen holes on both sides of the chariot that were glowing red. Every time it accelerated, a raging fire would burst out of the holes!

"Boom!!"

The steel land sailboat dodged flexibly in the woods, but as it went deeper into the forest, the denser the trees, the more difficult it became to dodge. It would occasionally crash into a giant tree and cut it off.

"Catch these annoying reptiles! Catch two more and we'll go back! The chariot is full!"

At this time, there were three devils of the same kind on the chariot, one of which was in the middle. Their armor was similar, but the weapon of this devil was two battle axes, which was obviously different from the other devils.

The devil, who seemed to be the captain of the team, said to the devil in front of him as if giving orders.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that! Yika! These souls are dedicated to Lord Zariel! But we have to make some extra money too!"

The devil in the front said angrily to the devil who was giving orders, and at this moment he suddenly saw another person separated from the refugees.

"Hahaha, extra money is here!"

He suddenly pulled down the crossbow joystick, and a net and a thorn spear shot out at the same time. The devil ignored the prey caught in the net, he walked directly to the side of the chariot and picked up the prey that was about to die.

"Give me your soul! If you agree, I will let you live for the time being! If you refuse, I will throw you into the fuel tank of the chariot and let your soul turn to ashes in wailing!"

"Uh-huh, uh... go... die!"

These words directly angered the devil, he pulled off the iron spear on the man, and then threw him directly into the water of the Styx behind him.

This device will turn the souls of the people put into it into energy to replenish the energy consumption of the chariot, and the souls in it will burn in a very slow and painful way.

Yika snorted disdainfully. Babu, this guy, has no devil's wisdom. Souls taken by force in this way are the most despised by the devil, but this guy not only doesn't care, but becomes even more aggressive.

"Enough, bastard! Don't delay our pace! This cat and mouse game should be over. Catch one more, kill the rest and throw them into the fuel tank!"

"You!"

The beard demon named Babu grabbed the long-handled knife beside him. In his opinion, the soul reserve in the fuel pool is very sufficient, and the remaining few people can be used as their labor snacks, but Yika, this bastard, relying on his favor by the adults, even wants to deprive him of this little profit! Obviously, he also has a share of these souls!

"If you dare to move again, I will let the master demote you to a inferior demon!"

"You don't have the right!"

Both demons drew their weapons, and the tentacles on their faces fluttered, looking extremely ferocious, as if they would directly disembowel each other if they disagreed!

The remaining demon smiled sinisterly while leaning on his weapon with an expression of watching the fun.

He was not worried about any accidents. Although the situation seemed tense, each of them knew in their hearts that no one could beat anyone. After all, this was the order issued by Duke Zariel during the march.

They were just pretending to do something to each other now. After all, if they really violated the military order, the consequences would be something none of them could afford.

Hell is a place with strict classes. High-level demons have absolute dominance over low-level demons. They can freely dominate the promotion of low-level demons, and can also demote them if they make even the slightest mistake.

Under this absolute dominance, there is an absolute order, the order of the devils. No matter how angry they are, they can't speak. They can only seek to vent among their own kind or lowly slaves.

Seeing that the two devils were deadlocked, the devil at the back suddenly laughed comfortably.

"Hahaha, okay, Ika, just forgive Babu. This guy's merits haven't been refreshed for too long. If he doesn't show some results, I'm afraid he will be reduced to a inferior demon without you taking action."

"Of course I know how capable this waste is!"

He took back the battle axe and looked at this bluffing scum with a contemptuous look.

"You shouldn't have been promoted to this level at all. You shouldn't even be a devil. Look at your devil-like stupidity! Rigid brain! Don't you know that the longer we delay here, the slower our merits will be calculated! The less!"

That's your merit! Will you, a bastard, share your merits with me?

"Of course I know..."

"Die!"

A flash of cold light and a rapid whistle, the two arguing whisker demons were cut in half before they even noticed what was happening, and the whisker demon at the back looked at the rapidly whistling demon shadow, and his laughing eyes were instantly drowned in fear. He almost instinctively raised the weapon in his hand to block this attack.

Then he was directly smashed to pieces by this violent slash!

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