In the luxurious hall, guests in gorgeous dresses stood, and the servants came and went to deliver iced sweet wine. The hall was surrounded by long white silk tables, with many delicious delicacies on the tables, as well as bright red wine sauces. The taste of this wine sauce was not good, but the bright red color became the decorations that must be placed at every banquet, and the figures around the long table were playing gentle, classical music...

The war is not over, but everyone is immersed in the joy of victory, because in their eyes, the outcome of the war has long been speculated.

Losing a majestic leader, panic militia, and the crude and contemptuous equipment...what would be the real thing to be the hell of an army like this?

Those who attended this banquet were all nobles who sent private troops to reinforce. As a condition, they not only had the right to reduce taxes, but also might be able to enter Wanglin City for a while and get a chance to sacrifice.

Sacrifice, which is a very grand ceremony for every demon race, is because every sacrifice can change the energy contained in their blood, and the richness of bloodline is a symbol of strength, strength, and even life for them.

Although the "key" of the sacrifice is in the hands of Emperor William, who can explain such a thing clearly in the situation in such a chaotic situation?

Dies smiled and looked at the figures coming and going. When facing the tribe, they were equal, respectful, and friendly. Of course, this is the special power contained in the bloodline based on the fact that it does not involve interests and power, which makes them think they are superior to the civilians. Because in this way, when facing ordinary civilians, they are cruel and arrogant, just like ordinary people facing more low-level animals and creatures. Will people be sad because they step on ants to death??

Just as the guests were filled with joy and victory, a figure wearing black armor and cold-faced face appeared in the banquet hall. His appearance immediately attracted the attention of most people.

Deers put away his smile. At this moment, the jazz would not appear here, and even if they came here, they would never wear armor...

The Jazz had no time to take care of the eyes of others, rushed to Dyus and whispered: "Barber is defeated!"

The calm on his face suddenly turned cold, and the pupils in his eyes suddenly contracted. He glanced at the other person, as if he was confirming whether the other person was joking. But after confirming again, his face was irresistible.

I took a deep breath and suppressed the restlessness in my heart. The figure stood up from the chair, but I only heard one question and inquiries:

"What happened?"

“Is there any news on the front line?”

"What happened?"

...

As demons, they may not have the power of bloodline. But each of them inherited the cunning and treacherousness in their blood. From Deus's actions, these old guys obviously smelled something wrong.

The music has stopped, and the strange quietness has also predicted: the banquet has been screwed up! I swept through the figures and said a low voice, "I want to confirm it?"

Dyus had no intention of hiding it. Moreover, even if he wanted to hide it, he could not hide it, because it would not take long before the news would be passed to them through other channels.

The figure hurriedly left the banquet and walked back to the administration castle, but saw a jazz in armor leaning on the chair in the administration hall.

"what is going on?"

With the echo of the sound, Dyus no longer concealed his inner emotions. A cold breath emanated from his body and immediately enveloped the entire space.

"Two days ago, we officially faced the Dragon Slayer's army... The number of militias on the other side far exceeded ours, and among his army, there were many monks from the monastery. The battle took three hours before they retreated to the castle, and we also took back to the valley of the canyon. But that night, the Dragon Slayer led the monks to attack the base camp directly. Our soldiers lost thousands of people in the process!" The Lord pointed to the sand table and explained to Deus.

"Ashen monk!" Dies stared at her eyes, her tone increased several degrees, "How could these damn things get involved in such things? Why do you have to help them again?"

There was silence in the administrative hall, and no one could answer his question. Dies's breathing was breathing violently, so he couldn't speak at all. It took him a while to speak in a low voice, "How many soldiers have you lost?"

"Jars seventy, three hundred demon cavalry, one thousand demon soldiers, ten thousand soldiers! The dragon slayer has now begun to lead the militia and head into the city of Ellis." Recalling the figure sitting on the war horse, controlling the terrifying flames and plundering life frantically, the Jazz couldn't help but feel awe in his heart.

The existence of demon soldiers is equivalent to a knight, but unlike a knight, if the existence of a knight is a symbol of spirit and faith, then their existence is equivalent to a symbol of killing and madness. However, when the soldiers who rely too much on demon soldiers will only become a piece of loose sand after losing their leadership...

Deers' expression returned to calm, and there was no expression on his frozen face, "Why did you call him the Dragon Slayer just now??"

The jazz looked stunned, then a trace of uneasiness appeared in his heart. Before he could explain, Dyus's hand had turned into a shadow, covering his consciousness. Perhaps even he would never have thought that he would die in the hands of his clan members one day...

"When you fear others, you are no longer worthy of being called an Azeroth!"

After killing one person, Dyus's mood obviously calmed down a lot. Then he dragged his body out of the administrative building. The figure who was about to question and argue, after seeing this scene, he rationally shut up and left the castle.

After they left, Deus issued orders: summon the jazz and gather the demon soldiers...
Chapter completed!