...and indeed it is.

As soon as I heard that Andariel was the first one to come out of the gate of hell, I was convinced.

As a burgundy demon in the advanced realm of World Power, she possesses a talent that is even better than Tarasha's. This talent must give her powerful and special powers, such as the demon.

The mental interference of the Moon Wolf Witch, the powerful recovery ability and teleportation of the Hell Fighting Bear.

The burgundy demon must also have something special. This special feature will make her not afraid even if she faces a strong man at the peak of world power, unless the opponent also has special and powerful power, such as the Four Demon Kings.

Only then can he defeat or even kill her.

"The gate of hell is not large in size and cannot accommodate a large number of hell monsters to pass through. Because of this, Andariel and several of her men were the first to come out of the gate of hell, and then used their own strength to support the gate of hell.

Don’t let it close, in order to allow more subordinates to come to the Dark Continent.”

The old drunkard narrated in a light tone, as if she was discussing a commonplace matter. She had no idea that every sentence and word she said could shock people who knew nothing about this period of history.

It turns out that the Dark Continent once suffered such a huge crisis.

"What happened next?" I asked nervously.

"When the energy to open the Gate of Hell gathered in the sky above Harrogas, the alliance reacted. As I said just now, the Gate of Hell was not large in scale. When it appeared, there was no commotion.

It was so well known to everyone that it was almost silent. Only a very small number of strong people could sense it. Because of this, the Alliance also wanted to deal with it covertly, so as not to bring greater panic to the already precarious humanity at that time.

The Great Elder of the Alliance... I have forgotten who he is. I only know that he is the teacher of Mara, the great elder of the previous generation who is now living in seclusion as a medicine man in Harrogas. She summoned all the strong men she could summon.

Rush to the top of Mount Arreat, hoping to organize this conspiracy."

After speaking in one breath, the old drunkard took a sip of wine, moistened his throat, and continued: "However, there was one person who moved faster than the Alliance. Coincidentally, she was in Harrogas at the time and was the first to sense the abnormality on the top of the mountain.

, so without saying a word, he rushed up alone. You already know who this fool is without me having to tell you."

"She was too foolhardy to rush up and fight Andariel and several of her men." I nodded and said in surprise.

This kind of approach completely fails to make people admire her courage and arrogance, it just makes people feel stupid.

"Isn't it? That's why I said she has nothing but those few advantages." The old drunkard smiled happily. After finishing the bottle of wine, he immediately hooked his hand towards me, signaling for another bottle.

.

"However, I'm not the kind of person who speaks ill of someone behind his back, so I still have to defend that guy."

Not such a person? If you were not such a person, then Doug would be a handsome gentleman who cherishes his words like gold. I secretly despised him and held back from complaining in order to continue listening.

"Although that guy was impulsive, he was not foolhardy. Andariel and several of her men were securing the gate of hell at that time and were unable to take action. Perhaps they did not expect that the Alliance would come over so quickly. It was

The best opportunity for a sneak attack."

At this point, the old drunkard let out a breath of alcohol and laughed.

"If the operation is interrupted and the gate of hell is closed, then Andariel and his party should be panicking. Although they are very powerful, there are only a few people after all, and if they forcefully break through the space to come, they will suffer from the Dark Continent.

If the door is really closed and they have no time to go back, then that incident may be a blessing in disguise for the Dark Continent, thereby eliminating a major hazard."

"and after?"

Although the old drunkard said it was easy, and it seemed that he could turn danger into good luck and kill one of the four major evils, but judging from the death of the burgundy demon, things would definitely not be that optimistic later on.

"What else could be done, a [little mouse] came to cause trouble, and Andariel naturally couldn't let it go. When she realized that this [little mouse] was not simple and her men might not be able to handle it, she took action herself.

"

"Where's the gate to hell?"

"With the support of several other men, it won't be closed for a while, but the demons in hell can't get through. We can only wait for Andariel to kill this troublesome [little mouse], and then stabilize the door.

As a result, a wonderful situation formed at that time, a one-on-one duel between Andariel and that guy."

"That kind of scene is really exciting." I sighed.

Not to mention the powerful strength of the two people, but just looking at their personalities and attributes, it was definitely a queen's battle between the two strongest people with the most queenly aura in the Three Realms at that time.

Perhaps it was because of this that the burgundy demon chose to be impulsive and choose such a peerless battle.

The conquest between queens does not allow others to interfere and blaspheme.

"Just imagining it can indeed make people's blood boil, but it's a pity..." The old drunkard seemed to understand my feelings very well, but Hua Wei took a turn.

"What's the pity?"

"Unfortunately, this is not an evenly matched battle. As one of the four demon kings, Andariel, who has been immersed in this realm for thousands of years, is stronger than that guy, has more experience and skills than that guy, and even has special strength.

Sex is not inferior to that guy, what do you think, how to win?"

"There's no way to win...it's already an absolute advantage." I compared it secretly and shook my head regretfully.

"So, that guy tried all his methods and secret techniques, including going completely berserk like you, a brat who was about to become a meal, and used them. In the end, he still couldn't win Andariel. No miracle, no miracle happened.

The reason why it's called a miracle is because it won't happen." The old drunkard lamented.

I have no intention of eating a full-blown rage. It's a choking meal.

I rolled my eyes secretly: "Then what?"

"Then, that guy was killed by Andalil. He was really a brainless fool. With her strength, although she was no match for Andalil, if she wanted to escape from Andalil, she could.

But that guy..."

"It's not such a character and behavior. It can't be called a burgundy devil." I shook my head and smiled bitterly. Although I was helpless, I surprisingly understood the will to fight to the death.

This is an upright queen's battle. To step back means to abandon one's pride and glory, give up one's throne, and run away. This kind of humiliation. For the wine-red devil, this is worse than killing her.

Be uncomfortable.

"However, that guy bought time. After Andariel killed her and turned around, the closing of the gate of hell was inevitable. Andariel and her men had only one option: return without success, so

He said that even though he died and he did not go there with such a purpose, no matter what, that guy saved a continent from disaster."

Saying this, there was no emotion on the old drunkard's face or eyes, and he silently tilted the wine jar. The bright wine gurgled from the mouth of the jar, spilling across the ground of the mausoleum, splashing with hops.

It turns out that this is the truth of history.

I sighed endlessly, shocked and regretful.

If the burgundy demon had not died, he would have become a super strong person on par with the four demon kings. God is so unfair to mankind. He finally gave such a genius, but then let her die halfway.

I sorted through what I just heard in my mind again, and I already believed the old drunkard 90% of the time.

However, there is still a huge question.

The burgundy demon is dead, and the old drunkard is still half-dead in the camp selling drunkenness. But, what does this have to do with Sister Sharna, and why can she be involved?

"Don't worry, the story is not over yet." Under my doubtful gaze, the old drunkard curled his lips.

"It should be said that after the guy's death, the story has just begun, the story about the smelly girl."

"You say it, please say it." The key came, and I respectfully handed over a bottle of Sac crystal wine.

"That guy ruined Andalil's good deeds and made her long-planned conspiracy go to waste. How could Andalil let her go so easily? Even if he had killed him, he still couldn't get rid of his hatred. Don't forget Andalil.

The name of the Demon King - Queen of Pain and Torment."

"What on earth did she do?" I swallowed nervously. I didn't expect that after the main scene was over, there would be another main scene.

"It's very simple. Do her job, extract that guy's soul, go back to hell to torture him, and then reform him. That's another powerful subordinate. Only in this way can we restore this guy a little bit.

The reason why this plan failed, ah, is really easy to understand.”

"The master's soul has been taken out and will be taken back for torture, but you still look very happy." I glared at the old drunkard's indifference.

At the same time, there was also a strong anger towards Andariel in his heart, second only to Belial's anger.

Ahhh, it turns out that she is good at extracting souls. So, the little ghost’s father is also her proud work?

If I were Long Aotian, I would have calmly taken out a mysterious little book, and in the center of Andalil's name, I would have written a single stroke across it, and said calmly: You are already dead.

"How happy am I? At that time, didn't I rush to save her?"

"you?"

I woke up from Long Aotian's state, my eyes widened, and suddenly I remembered what link I had always thought I had missed, and it turned out to be here.

Although the burgundy demon acted alone, as her Valkyrie, the old drunkard should have been present at the time. The history she just mentioned would have been impossible to know in such detail if she had not witnessed it with her own eyes on the battlefield.

In other words, the old drunkard at that time had not been abandoned by his master and thrown back to the camp?

That's not right. After that, the burgundy demon died and his soul was taken away. How could he abandon the old drunkard and throw her back to the camp? But, if that wasn't the case, why would the old drunkard treat her summoner so coldly?

Woolen cloth?

Could it be that the guess I made earlier was completely wrong? The [Crow's Mouth] effect of the protagonist's halo finally failed?

While thinking about it, I listened carefully to the old drunkard talking to himself, looking for the real answer.

"That guy, when I was at my most confused, said something very outrageous to me and did something very outrageous, but I rushed forward like a fool at that time. Now that I think about it, I still feel regretful. I should have done it at the time

Setting up a table at the foot of the mountain, drinking tea and snacks and watching the battle is the best choice."

I immediately rolled my eyes, you are so arrogant, just keep being arrogant.

However, if it is very excessive, what does it mean that it is very excessive?

The old drunkard did not answer my questions, but continued to talk about what happened next.
To be continued...