MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 127 【Thanks for irrigation】

In the case of being able to mobilize troops, there is a big gap between the strength and background of the lord and the devil.

Since wearing the crown, Ans Air has been diligent and dedicated to bringing power back to the center. Under his hands, the demon lords did not gain as much power as the Southern Territory, and when it comes to development, it is far from enough.

After all, the demon lord needs to sleep, and Ansi Er is so ruthless that he can't even sleep.

Bachin saw the raging smoke in the territory, and knew that the general situation was gone, and the rhythm of the battle of his men also became disordered. Fuya seized the opportunity, the short blade first pierced the palm of the lord, and then the other two blades appeared, pressing against Bachin's throat and heart respectively.

Kneeling on the ruins, the thirsty lord smiled wryly.

"I have one last question to ask."

Unexpectedly, Bachine burst into tears for a second.

"Are you the radish of the Demon King Ansair? Can I ask, how did the Demon King make so many excellent radishes allegiance to him?"

Fuya knew about this question, but she didn't want to tell Bachin.

Your Majesty's grace and glory, the thorny road that His Majesty walked with them, the lord will not know or understand. They only know how to talk on a high seat, occasionally lower their bodies, and recruit a few subordinates, and they can be called first-class talent-cherishing demons.

Fuya scoffed at this.

Baqin saw that she was silent, thinking that she was cherishing her own royal broom, and sighed in his heart. In any case, this time he was defeated. Even if the loyalty of the assassin is unshakable and the solicitation is impossible, he must at least know the name of the other party.

Andre, Plulu, and even the phoenix Fini under Ansair all have famous names, and there must be assassins with amazing combat power in front of them. He was about to open his mouth to ask when suddenly, he saw alchemist Kevin coming slowly, still with short hair and slightly messy appearance, wearing the banquet dress he gave him.

Bachin suddenly had mixed feelings. If he couldn't detect anything wrong again, he would be called a lord in vain. However, due to inertia, before the suspicions in his mind came out, the words of caring came out of his mouth first.

"Master, are you all right?" He sighed, as if he had finally let go.

However, the other party just looked at him quietly, and Bachin slowly opened his mouth and closed it again.

This should be the subordinate of the Demon King Ansel, with such a powerful alchemy ability. Up to now, Ba Qin has a kind of calmness. Even if he is to be liquidated by the devil, he should ask everything he wants to know.

"I have always paid a lot of attention to His Majesty the Demon King's subordinates, but I have never heard of a life alchemist like you. I don't know if you are one of the hidden cards of the Demon King, or just a short term. How long did it take to go to the Demon King's command?"

"Kevin" smiled at him, and he deliberately changed back, just to see how Bachin changed his face.

"Neither." He said calmly, "I am the Demon King Ansair."

The owner of the radish field you dug up!

Bachin: "…"

Actually, he's pretty good on a certain level.

The radish farmers have been dug back!

, and was also negligent, thinking that Subobian City's military budget was insufficient and that it could not send troops."

"I can concede defeat, but I will not surrender, because your victory is based on your terrifyingly beautiful lineup."

So many talents! So many shining talents! Because of the name of the Demon King, talents gathered from all directions, thinking that the Demon King's allegiance was honored. And what about him? He is just a lord with little capital. He is constrained by other lords and manages his own team with difficulty. He is eager to see the prosperity of his territory one day.

Mr. Andre, whom he most yearns for, always has a smile on his face, his scheming appearance, and his strong domestic and foreign affairs, make Bachin's eyes hot. He knew very well that it was impossible for the other party to fall towards him before the change of the demon king, but he was still eager to win over, implying, and yearning.

This time, the situation would be completely different if Mr.

"I don't recognize you." The lord said firmly, "You are just taking the name of the Demon King and coaxing people to submit!"

Anseyer raised his head slightly arrogantly.

"I don't care if you recognize me or not."

From the moment he stepped into the demon world, it was decided.

He will go his way arrogantly.

As expected of an arrogant devil. Bachin gritted his teeth and was about to say more...

A neat punch made his face crooked!

Fuya moved her wrists with a sneer. She has endured long enough, since the other party attributed all the merits of His Majesty to their servants, she began to endure. As a result, the temporary patience, in exchange for more and more outrageous, this lord doesn't know anything at all.

He didn't know—

When His Majesty met them, no one was a shining gem.

"I will not only use short blades, but also fists." The succubus assassin said flatly, "This time, I will break two of your teeth, next time, I will break your four I'll keep fighting until you learn not to gossip indiscriminately."

Anse Er next to him was slightly startled.

“Fuya…”

The bear-headed man Gu Xin also showed his sharp teeth, and his usual gentle and generous expression was replaced by chilling.

"I can do it too."

He stretched out his huge fist, guaranteeing that with one punch, all his teeth would disappear.

Fuya kept smiling, she turned to Ansel, her eyes lowered softly.

"Your Majesty, can I chat with Lord Bachin alone for a while?"

Ansel: "…"

Ansier: "...Then don't beat him."

Bachin: "…"

It was the Demon King who he had scolded just now to speak for him and wanted him not to be beaten up, and now his mood is very complicated.

Faced with Ans Air's advice, Fuya just smiled and didn't answer.

She promised to do what His Majesty had to do. She couldn't help but beat Bachine, so she couldn't answer.

Anseyer felt bad when he saw Gusin beside him. Fuya understands the structure of the human body and is proficient in torture. Gu Xin can't do it. Once he joins, Ba Qin will never see the sun tomorrow. So Ansair simply stopped entanglement, leaving Fuya and Bachen behind, dragging the bear who was reluctantly clenching his huge fist and left.

Bear bears, still showing his casserole-sized fist to Ans El.

"Your Majesty, look, look."

"I'll punch him, just punch him."

Ansel: "…"

One punch, and the head will be gone. He immediately took Gu Xin to raid his house to distract his attention.

Without Ansair's presence, Fuya started and beat Bachin mercilessly. The lord lay on the ground with his mouth crooked, panting, and the voice of the succubus assassin sounded slowly above his head.

"I've seen too many demons like you."

"Only seeing the sparkle of gems, I want to have them, but I don't know that gems were once ordinary stones, buried in the mud that sees no light."

"It was His Majesty who dug us out of the mud, wiped it clean, put it in his arms, covered it with his own body temperature, and stumbled along a long and dull road."

"You don't know anything."

she repeated.

"Lord Bachin, you don't know anything."

***

The white-haired traveler walked quickly down the decadent long street, holding some freshly baked scones in his arms. There is also a meat pie, which he bought with his own money. In Subobian City, where prices are soaring, meat is definitely a luxury, so he can only buy it once a few months.

The dilapidated drain is overflowing, and the traveler is jumping around sensitively to avoid the sewage getting on his body. Halfway through the jump, the traveler pricked up his ears and heard some rushing water sounds. He turned his head and saw the sewage flowing, all of which flowed into the small semi-circular iron grid at the junction of the wall and the ground.

The traveler looked up again and looked at the huge building.

The tyrannical city lord loves fighting beasts. He forcibly recruited the residents of Suberbian to build this huge and magnificent Colosseum for him. The traveler once served labor here, and some of the walls here were built by him.

Own.

Day after day.

Misery enveloped the city like dust.

But the traveler saw it.

Sewage flowed, and in the darkness behind the half iron fence, a black inverted triangle nose tip protruded. The tip of the nose was fluffy, but not smooth, and the tangled fur was stained with blood. The tip of the nose kept sniffing near the fence, the traveler looked left and right, and finally his eyes fell on his arms.

—The aroma of the meatloaf.

Maybe turning a blind eye is the best option, and so do travelers. He lowered his hood and took a few hurried steps, then stopped.

nearby.

The white-haired traveler looked around smartly, then quickly knelt down and took out the wrapped meat pie from his arms. The patties were hot and fragrant, fresh out of the oven, overflowing with a luxurious aroma.

He couldn't see the whole picture of the orc in the shadows, only the tip of the nose that was only exposed to the light shook a little frantically, and was about to retreat back into the darkness.

“…Hello.”

He cried out and handed the cake in.

"Here you eat."

The fluffy nose tip looked even more frantic, and the traveler simply handed the cake directly to the nose tip. It was so fragrant that no orc could resist this temptation, and the mouth full of sharp teeth began to open, so much that the traveler almost worried that his entire hand would be bitten off by one bite.

Sen Ran’s fangs snapped—

Pull off the fingernail-sized cake.

The tiny piece of cake rolled between the sharp teeth, and finally swallowed it. In the darkness, the chain suddenly sounded, and the traveler heard the coquettish grunt of the beast, and the excited gasping sound of "chichi".

“…Eat quickly.”

The traveler who thought he would say "eat slowly" was a little bit dumbfounded. He was vigilant about the situation around him, lest he would be caught by the lackeys of the city lord, while continuing to take the meatloaf to through the gap in the fence. The speed of the orc eating really quickened, but it was still very gentle and gently tore, not willing to bite the traveler's hand.

In the end there was only a crescent moon left, and the orc stopped eating, the tip of his nose shook and whimpered.

The traveler was startled, he seemed to understand something, turned the crescent moon 90 degrees and held it upright in his hand. Then the orc made another "chirp", carefully grabbed the other end, and the traveler let go again, and the meat patty was finally eaten completely.

The traveler looked at the tip of the furry nose with a complicated expression, which contained a gentle beast.

"There's nothing I can do for you other than this."

He said softly.

"Hope you'll be alive tomorrow."

He wrapped his cloak tightly and left, the wind was bleak, and the phoenix egg on his chest was also very cold. Since he left the lake of fire, there has been no happy "ding ding" sound from inside the egg for a long time. Like himself, the egg was silent.

What kind of luck…

Legends.