Vendôme.

After many years, Rollin saw the city again. Of course, he was not in the city now, but on a high cliff more than thirty miles north of the city.

Whether it is the ancient century, or the Vendôme under the rule of humans, or the Vendôme controlled by the Dark Legion, they all have a common characteristic, that is, prosperity, the difference is only style.

"It's such a great place." Luo Lin couldn't help but sigh, it is said that it is people who prosper the land, but in fact, in the long run, it is actually the people who prosper the land.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, and Rollin didn't need to look back to know that it was an elven scout who had gone deep behind enemy lines, and he asked, "Do you know the specific movement of the Dark Legion?" ”

Ever since he had escaped the siege of the Great Demon King Bucklet, the Dark Legion had suddenly become more frequent, and all signs indicated that they were preparing for a big one.

Rollin wasn't a professional in probing for information, and he was only one person, so he contacted the Allied Scout Network active in the South.

These scouts may not be very powerful behind enemy lines, but they are very good at stealth, even in the vicinity of Vendôme.

"I've probably figured it out. It's all written in this report. "It was a male elf who respectfully handed over a thick document, he already knew the true identity of the Terran warrior in front of him, and also knew his recent achievements, the corpses of fifteen abyss lords silently proclaimed the terrifying power of this man.

It was precisely because of the arrival of this man that the huge results of the battle immediately reversed the scouts' pessimistic view of the battle situation. Now, the scouts are confident that they will achieve the final victory in this battle of light and darkness.

Rollin took the file and looked at it seriously.

The document is a report from the scouts from all over the South, and each scout sees a small part of the situation in the South, but all the scouts combine to form a clear map of the Dark Legion's military force.

"Look, sir. They were massively shrinking their fronts, gathering strength, and at the same time gathering supplies everywhere to reach the Vic Fortress, probably preparing to advance north. Elven scouts said.

"That's true." Rollin thought back to the scout documents he had seen earlier, which contained the details of the Southern Dark Legion, one of which recorded how often Vendôme summoned the Abyss Lord.

At its highest. Three Abyss Lords can be summoned in one day, but now, after two days in the vicinity of Vendum, Rollin has only felt a spatial fluctuation once, and this fluctuation is not a summoning, but leaving.

The number of the Abyssal Lords who left the world of Trol did not increase, but decreased, which is enough to show that his assassination operation has taken effect. And the Great Demon King's control over the Abyss Lord is very limited.

"This time, it should be the last time they take the initiative to attack." Rollin smiled.

If they can successfully break through the first checkpoint in the north, the White Rock Fortress, then the morale of the Dark Legion will rise, and they may be able to get the last chance of victory, if they can't break through, then the Dark Legion will be finished, and they can only turn from attack to defense, and finally be defeated by the Allied forces.

But. This time it was also very dangerous, the gathering of dozens of Abyss Lords. Coupled with the fact that the Dark Legion poured out, even if the White Rock Fortress was strong, even if the Allies were fully prepared for war, the outcome would be unpredictable.

All he could do was to weaken the Dark Legion as much as he could, so as to reduce the pressure that the Allies were about to face.

Pinch your hands firmly. Rubbing the scout's documents into powder, Rollin squinted and smiled, "Looks like I'm busy." ”

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward and jumped off a hundred-meter-high cliff.

The elven scout was taken aback and rushed a few steps forward. I saw a vague figure at the bottom of a high cliff flying away, and after a few breaths, the figure disappeared completely.

He secretly admired: "What a peerless powerhouse." ’

Vendôme

Vendôme said that big is very big, for ordinary creatures, this is a good place to live, but small is also very small, this is just a small place on the coast, especially for the abyss lord, who is usually forty or fifty meters high, as long as he stands up, the whole city can be seen at a glance, and it can be crossed in less than a minute, that is, a larger town.

If there is only one Abyss Lord in such a small town, it is barely habitable, and perhaps because of the various magnificent buildings in the city, the Abyss Lord can still have some fun, such as the magnificent cathedral, the church hall can stuff their bodies, hide in it, and the sea breeze will not blow them.

But as long as there is a second Abyss Lord in the city, it will definitely be disgusting to look at each other, and it will not be pleasing to the eye.

In the abyss, this kind of unpleasantness can definitely make two abyss lords fight.

But not here, there is the will of the Lord of Darkness, and no lord dares to disobey the will of the Great Demon King Bucklay too obviously.

But the problem is that there are not only two Abyssal Lords in the projectile land of Vendôme, in fact, almost all of them are here for safety, a full forty-three.

Forty-three, looking up, there were big men in their eyes, which made the Abyss Lords, who were accustomed to empty and spacious dwellings as far as the eye could see, very uncomfortable.

In the abyss, they are all lords of one place, and at least tens of thousands of square kilometers of land are at their disposal, and it seems that they can smash the building blocks around them with every move.

"I feel like I'm like a maggot crammed into a latrine!" At the very edge of Vendôme, an Abyss Lord roared in discontent.

The air was filled with the stench emanating from the other lords, and all I could hear was the whispers of the various lords, which was simply unbearable!

"I shouldn't have come to this place in the first place." He felt that he had been deceived by Bucklet, and when he was in the abyss, Bucklet promised him a bright future, promised him countless fresh souls, but when he really got to this hellish place, he found that he was facing threats to his life every moment, not to mention defeating the allies, and it was already a kind of happiness to be alive.

Could it be that he left the comfortable lair of the abyss and came to this other world just to find death? He felt that his brain must have been broken at that time, otherwise he would not have been deceived.

Now, he can indeed go back to the abyss, but after returning to the abyss, he will have to face the wrath of the dark lord, and he basically can't live, which is simply roasting him on the fire of the abyss.

When the food came, it was a big black lump, and he took a bite of it hungry, and then he cursed angrily: "It tastes strange and rancid!" What the hell is this? ”

The demon who brought the food trembled and said, "It's cooked meat." ”

"Meat? Cooked? The Abyss Lord looked at the large blob of disgusting food: "Why cooked?" Cooked meat doesn't taste like that either. Damn, did you cook the meat because it stinks? ”

He slapped the food away with one paw and roared, "I want fresh meat, you know?" Fresh! ”

"My lord, there's no fresh meat." The demon's body trembled and explained.

This is the real situation, the dark army is divided into undead and demons, the undead have gradually become marginal combat power due to the continuous consumption of dark magic, and demons have become the main force.

But the demons have low production skills, and they are not vegetarians, they only eat meat, and their food is all wild beasts captured from the mountains and the sea, but for so many years, in order to feed the mouths of so many demons, the beasts of hundreds of kilometers around Vendôme have been eaten, and they can only catch wild beasts from farther away.

The distance is far away, and when the food is transported here, it will naturally not be fresh.

This is still one of them, the second is that the food of these demon lords is really terrifying, they have to eat several tons of meat in one meal, and now that they are gathered together, the food supply is insufficient, so they can only deal with the stock of dried meat, which naturally cannot satisfy the abyss lords who eat and drink in the abyss every day.

The Abyssal Lord looked up at the other lords in Vendôme and saw that they were also roaring and complaining, but in the end they had to reluctantly accept the fact and eat this disgusting food to fill their stomachs.

He couldn't help it, he was eating this damn food with his teeth out, he had to eat it, otherwise he would have no strength in battle, and lack of strength would mean that the chances of dying in battle had increased greatly, and he hadn't lived enough.

It took him a while to finish his food, but he was in a bad mood. In this cramped Vendôme, he couldn't move around a bit, and it was uncomfortable to lie on his stomach, and after suffering for most of the day, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and decided to take a walk outside the city to breathe.

"Just walk around here, it's going to be fine. No matter how bold the Assassin was, he did not dare to come to Vendôme to seek death. The Abyss Lord thought so, and he did the same, standing up and walking out of the city, he was going to relax.

The demons guarding the city did not stop him, nor did they dare to stop him, so they could only remind him slightly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has an order, so that you do not go too far, so as not to encounter danger." ”

"Fuck off! Are you a baby who can't walk?! The Abyss Lord let out a low roar, he was in a bad mood and was too lazy to talk, and the demon immediately stepped aside.

The Abyss Lord went out of the city, and he saw that there were also Abyss Lords walking out of Vendôme from other directions, and it seemed that everyone was like him, and their hearts were very depressed.

This discovery made him feel at ease, and all living beings have a herd mentality, as well as a fluke mentality. This was the case with the Abyss Lord, and his current thought was that since he was not the only one to do so, then even if the Assassin did come, it would definitely not be his turn to be unlucky.

Thinking of this, he let go a little, and walked towards the wetland swamp west of Vendôme, where he was going to try his luck and see if he could catch a wetland crocodile or something to fight for a tooth sacrifice so that the smell of rotten meat could be removed from his mouth.

But the result naturally disappointed him, there were no crocodiles in the wetland, not even snakes, all of them were caught. Not resigned, he went deeper into the wetland.

Before he knew it, he was a little far away from Vendôme.

This was the last time the demon guards on the city walls saw him. (To be continued......)