Chapter 132 Shoot me!
The yellow earth was painted black with dried blood. Everywhere you looked, there were broken limbs and broken arms, as well as corpses scattered on the ground.
This is the fifth floor of the maze, outside the camp of the Skull-Crushing Tribe.
At this moment, this borderland far away from hell is more like hell than anywhere within a thousand miles!
Even——
The scene was so bloody that even the demons in the Magic City Arena couldn’t help but swallow their saliva and tense up their nerves...
In the rolling yellow sand, a headless warrior wearing heavy armor knelt on the ground.
The long sword supporting the armor has been broken into two pieces, and his plate armor is covered with pits and large and small wounds.
Even a silver-level warrior cannot withstand the siege of a group of ogres and the continuous sneak attacks of Goblin slings.
Supernormal people are also mortals, and they are still separated from the gods by a river of Styx.
Especially because there is also a strong person opposite him who is not inferior to him.
Standing in front of the headless corpse, Kasen Skull-Shatter spat a mouthful of bloody spit on the ground and pinned the severed head to his waist.
Judging from the armor on the corpse, this person should be a centurion-like character, but his strength is still slightly higher than that of the leader of his clan!
What a joke!
I am just a little short of reaching the gold level!
When it comes to his proud combat experience, he has no reason to be at a disadvantage. Having traveled all the way from the dimensional desert to this place, he has the pride of not losing to anyone!
However, even so, looking at the curled war blade in his hand, his bloodthirsty and fanatical pupils were finally filled with a trace of fear——
There seemed to be five others with similar strength to this guy on the opposite side!
The Demon King actually has such a strong direct force, which is beyond his expectation!
This 500-man regular army alone has surpassed the entire Gray Wind tribe on the fourth level in terms of combat effectiveness - that group of pointed ears who only dare to huddle in the misty forest.
Even if Tyrell Moonblade has gold-level strength, the overall combat effectiveness is difficult to compare with these guys...
Fortunately, their opponents seemed to realize that they were facing a tough nut to crack, and decisively chose to retreat after suffering nearly 20% casualties.
Kasen did not choose to pursue, but ordered the drums to be beaten to withdraw the troops.
The Skullbreaker tribe also needs to regroup.
Ogre priests will heal the injured tribesmen, while the surviving warriors will eat their siblings who cannot survive.
Next time——
He will never lose!
Kasen gritted his teeth, turned around and walked through the gate of the camp, walked towards his majestic skeleton throne with heavy steps, and threw the head of the silver-level demon he killed under the skull throne.
Ogres have a habit of collecting heads.
The skulls of powerful prey are not only excellent decorations for them, but also medals symbolizing wealth and status.
In addition to him, many ogre warriors also brought back the spoils of war.
At this moment, Kasen was looking around the camp, and the corner of his eye suddenly fell on a corpse that had been penetrated by a spear.
I saw an ogre warrior with a scar tattooed on his chest laughing wildly. Amid the screams and cheers of a group of goblins, he lit the corpse on fire and inserted it next to the tribe's totem pole.
The raging flames instantly engulfed the body that had been doused with hot oil, making it look like a weird torch!
Kasen stared at the raging flames, unable to move his eyes for some reason, until he watched it burn to charcoal, leaving only a shocking skeleton on the spear.
The picture was so beautiful that it couldn't help but hold its breath, and its cloudy pupils glowed with desire...
What a perfect trophy.
Why didn’t he notice it before?
Looking at the flames that were about to burn out, the ogre warrior was about to pull out the spear stuck in the enemy's corpse, but was stopped by Kasen who was sitting on the throne.
"Leave it there and let it continue to burn."
Hearing the leader's voice, the ogre warrior was slightly startled, then bowed and saluted, leaving his spear there... along with the burning skeleton.
Kasen looked at the burning torch in a "trance", and his pupils filled with longing seemed to have a faint light of intoxication again.
What he saw was more than just flames.
Not just burning bones.
It is the end of the destiny of all things!
This wonderful feeling had never happened before. In an instant of enlightenment, he felt as if he had become a poet, and the bloody battlefield was the poem he wrote on the earth.
But will anyone really notice this?
Him, who had never been sentimental, suddenly felt a little regretful in his heart.
However, in just a moment, the regret was replaced by a stronger desire.
Someone can see it!
He could feel that a pair of eyes were staring here, overlooking the entire land, and even the entire world surrounded by chaos!
That sight seems to come from the void, farther than any distance!
It was at this moment that a mysterious voice appeared in his ears, injecting inexhaustible strength into his tired and swollen body!
"Kill them all——"
"Let them burn!"
"Please me with their corpses!"
"Who are you!" Karsen growled, looking around with ferocious eyes, looking for the source of the sound.
However, unfortunately, he found nothing.
However, the muddy voice did not let him live in riddles, but confessed everything he was confused about, just like confessing his bloodthirsty desire.
"Karmendes."
"Or—you can call me the flame that destroys everything!"
Kathan is still intoxicated in illusions, and the ogres seem to have figured out how to please their king.
They took the corpses they had picked up from the battlefield, pierced them with spears regardless of friend or foe, lit them like torches, and inserted them into the dry and cracked ground in the camp.
No one tells them what to do.
But all of them made almost the same choice.
That seems to be a collective unconscious behavior.
Or maybe they were guided by a great will...
In short, after they completed this ritual-like behavior, they quickly felt the joy from the bottom of their hearts.
The pain seems to be no longer pain.
It is a medal given by God.
A steady stream of power pours out from the burning corpse, and they will continue to fight with that inexhaustible strength.
The voice in the dark told them——
As long as they kill more, they will become stronger!
The old high priest also looked up at the king sitting on the skeleton. In a moment of trance, he seemed to see the "big stomach king" sitting there who had devoured everything.
That incomparable might and majesty are so similar to Him in the legend! It was as if that adult had come to earth in person!
"Praise our King!"
The high priest knelt on the ground tremblingly and offered the prayer from the heart, even if it was just a beautiful misunderstanding.
And under the leadership of the high priest, a group of ogre priests also crawled on the ground.
At this moment, they also felt the inexhaustible power that filled their bodies!
Not far away, Kasen Broken Skull, who was being worshiped by his tribe, also realized the changes that were gradually happening to him.
His fat seems to be thicker, his skin is as tough as dragon skin, and he is invulnerable like a real city wall!
The entire tribe fell into a carnival celebrating blood and carnage.
Only no one noticed that the prosperous cauldron had cooled down and was no longer bubbling.
And the blazing flames are exuding ominous...
...
The endless malice is spreading in the darkness.
At this moment, neither the audience in the Magic City Arena nor Xino Dragon on the battlefield were aware of this.
This is not their fault.
After all, chaos is not something that can be seen at a glance, especially from such a long distance.
Faced with the ogre army that refused to retreat, Xino had to give the order to retreat even though he was so unwilling that he gritted his teeth.
This does not mean that he admitted defeat.
It is a temporary detour.
The group of ogres was smart enough not to catch up.
Looking at the battlefield getting further and further away, Xino, who was riding on the war horse, breathed a sigh of relief.
However, when he saw his embarrassed subordinates, his heart that had just relaxed couldn't help but pick up again.
Nearly a hundred casualties...
This is probably the heaviest loss since the establishment of "Hell's Flame"!
What's even more terrible is that in addition to the casualties of ordinary soldiers, a precious silver-level centurion was also lost on the battlefield!
He didn't even know how to explain it to his brother.
"Damn it!"
Generally speaking, siege battles in duels will not be of this intensity, and few troops will fight to the death for the glory of the nobles.
This is also the reason why the nobles of both sides did not meet on the battlefield.
According to the unwritten tacit understanding, the attackers will not pursue and kill the fleeing defenders, and the defenders are allowed to surrender when they are unable to do anything.
However, what made Xino break his defense was that the army of ogres in front of him seemed to be on drugs, and they all rushed towards him desperately.
Nearly a hundred brothers died on his side, and he kept the casualties on the other side at ten times as high, maybe starting with twenty times as much!
In the end, these guys refused to surrender.
When fighting humans, I didn’t see this group of cannon fodder being so brave. Why did they show real fire during internal fighting? !
Hino became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, especially when he thought that there was a group of spectators watching in the arena in the Magic City, he became even more furious.
He could think with his toes that the audience must be booing at this moment.
The only good thing is that his opponent failed in siege warfare.
Although he couldn't see the situation on the other side of Blackwind Castle, he could guess with his toes that it was impossible for a thousand goblins to capture the heavily guarded castle.
Don’t say a thousand, even ten million are not enough!
The exhausted team retreated to the vicinity of the teleportation array. Xino was about to arrange for manpower to stand guard when he discovered that a skeleton soldier had touched the area.
Just treating it as a monster in the maze, Xino didn't pay attention at all. He was about to deal with it casually when he heard the skeleton soldier speaking "human words".
"Don't do it! I mean no harm!"
Although the game official has issued an announcement prohibiting players from participating in the game CG, there are still people who want to rub the edges of the rules.
For example, this is the case for the player whose ID is [Supreme Nanny].
Although it is not allowed to mix into the set during the plot animation, it is obviously in the middle of filming, so it is not a big problem!
Looking at the talking skeleton in front of him, Xino had a surprised expression on his face, but he did not put down the battle ax in his hand and asked sharply.
"Who are you?"
Supreme Daddy replied immediately.
"We are the minions of Lord Demon King! We are here to help you!"
Hino sneered and put away the battle ax.
"I don't need your help, just stay away and stay out of the way."
The devil's subordinates actually came to help him.
Hino couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
It seems that this demon king is not very popular.
After waiting for a long time and not receiving a red card, Supreme Dad breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained.
"It's not the kind of help you said, I mean a transaction!"
Hino frowned.
ively?
"Yes, that's right," Supreme Daddy nodded repeatedly. As he spoke, he took out a tube of potion from the pocket on his waist and promoted it diligently, "Let's learn about the healing potion! One tube only costs 10,000 hell coins, and it's suitable for Warcraft! Want a tube?"
This thing sells for 1,000 hell coins in the NPC shop, and usually no one buys it at all.
After all, the current server is still dominated by skeleton soldiers, and there is no need for that thing at all.
Hino was stunned for a moment. He was about to say that he had it, but found that the various potions in his pocket seemed to have been used up in the previous battle.
After a moment of silence, he looked back at his subordinates, then at the skeleton soldiers in front of him, and whispered.
"I probably need more than 50...how many do you have?"
Supreme Nanny's eyes lit up when he heard this and he said immediately.
"I only brought five with me! But if you need it, I can ask my friend to send some more!"
Hino was delighted when he heard this and said quickly.
"Then bring more, I want them all! By the way, what are the underworld coins? I only have Keira here, do you want them?"
Keira is useful in the whole hell.
However, to his surprise, the skeleton soldier shook his head and said matter-of-factly.
“Brother, I am a dead person, do you think I need that thing?” Xino was stunned and continued. "Then... what should I do? I don't have any coins..."
Supreme Daddy said quickly in a persuasive tone.
"It doesn't matter, you can use dead people - cough! What I mean is, you can exchange it for equipment that you don't need for the time being! For example, a set of armor... How about one hundred thousand ghost coins? For battle-damaged equipment, this price is very fair!"
Hearing these explicit words, Xino didn't know whether to be angry or laugh for a moment.
He even suspected that Luo Yan deliberately arranged to come here to mock him.
But——
Him I might as well take advantage of this.
Hino weighed it in his mind.
Although the armor of the "Hell's Flame" Heavy Infantry Regiment is valuable, it only costs one or two hundred thousand Keira, which is not exaggeratedly expensive.
Besides, the damaged equipment itself needs to be replaced.
If the equipment that was about to be eliminated could be exchanged for some healing potions, it would not only allow his men to replenish their health, but also allow at least one-third of the wounded to return to the battlefield.
After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, Xino finally convinced himself, gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Deal!"
Seeing that the NPC in front of him agreed to the deal, Supreme Dad said ecstatically.
"Thank you for your patronage! I will arrange for my buddy to deliver the things right away."
Hino didn’t wait long.
A trotting skeleton soldier quickly delivered the healing potion he needed.
It’s not even just healing potions and skeleton soldiers delivering medicine.
A large group of monsters who sensed business opportunities also gathered around.
They were carrying large and small bags, and some were pushing carts, and they actually set up a stall near the teleportation array.
The entire temporary military camp has become a vegetable market.
Looking at the small cart not far away that smelled of food, the demon warriors swallowed their saliva and felt that the dry food in their hands suddenly lost its aroma.
I don’t know what is burning in the iron barrel, but the smell is so tempting!
Looking at his hungry men, Xino gritted his teeth. He wanted to ignore the smell, but he couldn't live up to expectations and swallowed.
Having experienced a big battle earlier, he happened to be a little hungry at the moment. As if these demon king's minions had noticed this, they deliberately brought food in front of him to tempt him to speak.
It doesn’t matter!
Hino finally convinced himself that this was to boost the morale of his subordinates, so he walked to the fragrant iron barrel and asked.
“What is this?”
Gou Shi said with a smile.
「Roasted sweet potatoes!」
"How to sell it?"
"100 Hades coins each!"
So expensive!
Hino felt a pain in his heart, but when he thought that a set of tattered armor could be exchanged for 100,000 hell coins, he suddenly felt that it was not so expensive.
"Give me a thousand!"
Gou Shi was so surprised that he wanted to hug this guy and give him a kiss. He quickly poured the inventory into the iron bucket while shaking hands to help deliver the goods.
As more and more players set up stalls, there were not only people roasting sweet potatoes, but also people selling wine and drinks, selling skewers, selling pancakes... in short, there was everything.
Hearing that there was a group of swindlers on the fifth floor of the maze, all the professional life players who originally slaughtered the adventurers in the Mist City came running over.
Someone has tested the bottom line of the development team for them.
As long as you don't directly participate in the battle, it seems that you won't be locked up in a dark room.
Looking at the fragrant food stall, the demon warriors sitting on the ground swallowed their saliva, their faces full of struggle and desire.
It’s not even just them.
Even the auditorium of the Magic City Arena could hear the sound of swallowing saliva.
At this time, the demon host with four arms seemed to have finally found the opportunity to speak, and complained in a tone that was difficult to express.
"It's unbelievable... The red and blue sides actually made a fire and started cooking at the same time? It seems that they plan to leave the decisive battle until the evening."
"..."
"This waste!"
Fortunately, it is not only his brother who is gluttonous, but also a certain demon king.
I saw that there were more than a dozen fires lit in his pasture, and a skinned hell goat was strung on each fire.
· From time to time, the big screen in the arena would show a close-up of the roasted, crispy and golden goats, making the audience in the arena salivate.
Although you can't smell the alluring aroma, just looking at the sizzling oily appearance is enough to arouse the appetite of the demons.
"Can it be delicious if baked like this?" Principal Ivan murmured to himself, suddenly becoming curious.
Caesar standing next to him obviously enjoyed it more than he did. He touched his chin and looked at it for a long time before giving a pertinent comment.
"I saw that he hollowed out the goat's internal organs and stuffed spices into the goat's belly, so that the smell of the spices could be infiltrated into the meat under the charcoal fire without overpowering the aroma of the meat itself... It's kind of interesting."
This was the first time he had seen this rough roasting method.
Looking back, he also asked the servants to get one and taste it.
In the VIP box on the other side, Mia's stomach growled and she kept swallowing her saliva, looking curious and wanting to try it.
Since there has been no fighting on the red side, she almost forgot that she was in front of a siege battle field.
She was obviously not the only one who forgot about the game. Mrs. Serena, who was standing aside with her arms folded, also had a suspicious expression.
She was not as interested in food as her daughter, but she was more and more curious about what the young man was planning to do.
"Could he want to wait until it's a draw and then calculate the points to win?"
A certain vampire also had such an idea.
After hearing his wife's words, Festing smiled faintly, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and spoke in a casual tone.
"If this was his intention from the beginning, then there is no need to accept the duel proposed by the second son of the Dragon family."
Hell is different from the surface.
Although the victory of opportunism is also a victory, it will not be recognized by anyone. Instead, it may be ridiculed.
After all, breaking a contract here is like eating and drinking. Except for the rules set by His Majesty the Demon God, other rules are not called rules at all. Even the rules set by His Majesty the Demon God are often only valid in the Demon City.
The meaning of a duel has never been to reach an unreliable contract, but to completely conquer the opponent.
In hell, this is more effective than any contract.
Serena looked at her husband with full eyes.
Festing didn't say much, just said briefly.
"Keep reading... I'm sure he's playing a big game, and everyone will be shocked by him in the end."
"How do you make it sound like you understand him very well?" Mia glanced at her father suspiciously, and said with a bit of doubt in her voice.
Festing laughed and said pleasantly.
"After all, it's the person my precious daughter likes, so of course I have to pay attention."
Mia's cheeks immediately turned red after hearing these words. She, who was usually domineering and overbearing, became coy at this moment.
"I've said it several times, it's not what you think, it's just..."
"It's just a superior-subordinate relationship, right? I understand." When he said this, a look of nostalgia suddenly appeared on Festing's face, and he subconsciously looked at his wife beside him.
Feeling her husband's fiery eyes, Mrs. Serena pursed her lips and smiled reservedly, and the corners of her lips also turned up a little nostalgically.
"I really miss it."
Every time she sees her daughter, she thinks of herself when she was young.
Feeling the greasy sour smell, Mia couldn't help but roll her eyes and pressed her hot forehead against the cold floor-to-ceiling glass.
At this time, a new change finally appeared in the center of the big red screen——
The Demon King’s roasted whole lamb was finally finished!
…
Finally finished baking!
Not only did the audience in the arena breathe a sigh of relief, but Luo Yan, who was standing at the scene, finally showed an expression that he was done.
It’s not easy!
It’s really not easy!
In order to teach these little devils the correct posture for barbecue, Luo Yan went to the official website to read the players' strategies, and then personally performed the knife demonstration. Finally, he took this group of trouble-loving guys and finally restored the roasted whole lamb on the earth.
Although there are no spices such as cinnamon and star anise in hell, there are similar substitutes.
Hash the messy spices into powder and mix them with chopped nuts and chili peppers. The taste is almost the same as the classic barbecue dipping sauce.
At the same time, not only the eighteen roasted whole lambs on the barbecue grill were completed, but also the twelve magic crystal cannons on the edge of the cliff.
This is the work of Tie Ya Cheng!
Since the battle in the Misty Forest, he ordered the magic workshops in Iron Fang City to produce a batch of cannons that could be disassembled and used.
In order to improve the latter's production efficiency, he also lent Miranda to the workshop of the Anxunsi Group and asked her to use the unpopular metal magic to cooperate with the latter to process parts.
Necropolises require defensive weapons.
Especially "anti-large weapons".
This is not only to deal with threats on the ground, but also to deal with the underground gangsters.
But what Luo Yan didn't expect was that these artillery pieces had not yet been put to use in the maze, but had been moved to the Demon City first.
——
This thing will open up the market before the stone man’s reply!
Not far away, Oke, who was commanding his men to build a position, ran over, stood upright in front of Luo Yan, raised his head and chest and saluted.
"Report to the Lord Demon King! The artillery is ready! Ready to fire at any time!"
The inspired Ork seemed to be reborn, his spirit was completely different from before, and his eyes were bright.
「Not bad!」
Luo Yan nodded appreciatively and threw a freshly cut roast leg of lamb into the hands of the flattered Oke.
This is not over yet.
He called over a few goblins and helped the little devils responsible for roasting the meat, pushing eighteen whole roasted lambs to the position.
Looking at the goblins swallowing their saliva, he said loudly with a loud voice.
"I said that I will let you eat meat, and now I will fulfill my promise - share the meat with me! Remember! Give the lamb legs and ribs to the most capable naughties!"
Looking at the generous His Majesty the Demon King, the goblins on the battlefield burst into excited cheers, and tears filled their eyes with emotion.
The Demon King actually prepared the food for them himself!
And it’s steaming hot roast lamb!
No master has ever treated them so kindly!
Of course——
Hity is just the most inconspicuous medal on that gentleman's chest.
They will not worship the Holy Mother, who is only kind but not powerful. The real reason why they bow down in front of this gentleman with sincerity is because of his unparalleled power and his words of "Bao Bu La" that are thoughtful to their hearts!
This word seems to have a magical quality, firmly grasping their hearts and even souls, making them willing to give everything.
They themselves don’t realize what it is yet.
But Luo Yan knew it.
That is identity.
Looking at the cheering and shouting goblins, Luo Yan pointed to the antique-like castle three kilometers away with a happy smile on his face, announcing the end of an era.
「让我们的敌人在孬不拉的怒吼声中颤抖吧！让他们的惨叫与哀嚎为我们的宴会伴奏！」
「现在！用你们的魔晶大炮瞄准那座城堡！再把魔晶塞进填料口——就用欧克教给你们的方法！」
"The party has begun!"
"Fire me!!!"
(End of this chapter)