Chapter 884 115. Nalu
Nalu has had enough of the torture with no end in sight.
It had heard what would happen to demons caught by the devil - they would be tortured, played with, and then hung as trophies on the obsidian walls of the Devil's House.
But compared to these humans, the devil is not as cruel as they are.
Iron pieces were driven into its body like needles, accumulating in the flesh and blood, endless torture day and night, but without asking anything, as if it was just for fun...
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Nalun's endurance is not because he is a tough guy - demon's bones are not that hard, and most demons have no bones.
It is only begging for mercy now because it has learned this sentence.
So when the demon that was sent to Annan could only repeat this sentence, a prisoner came and imposed Common Tongue Mastery on it.
"Okay, what do you want to say?"
Nalu stared at the low human in front of him. Normally, he could easily tear his legs apart. But now, it can only vent its grievances: "You torture... this is not... civilized!"
Magic is still easy to use. Raise your hand to cast a spell and let a demon know the advanced vocabulary of "civilization".
Annan is not a virgin who will be careless and kind. He said calmly: "Did you demons run from the abyss to Allen Continent for love and peace?"
"We want to conquer the main plane. !”
“If this is all you want to say, I will send you back.”
Na Lu Silence, compared to those tortures, death is equivalent to relief.
"I know the secret of high-level demons..."
Annan was not surprised that demons would betray their own kind - demons are such a chaotic race that fights enemies when they have them, and creates enemies to fight when there are no enemies.
“You are just a lemure, what secrets can you know?”
Lemurs are one of the lowest levels of the demon species, and there are not many demons weaker than it. Despite this, with 6 ~7 feet, and shaped like a sandman made up by a child playing in the sand, they can still easily hold their own against two or three non-professional recruits.
The veterans of the Snow Mountain Fortress can destroy the lemures one on one or even by accidental injury.
They are like the rat tide formed by the rat-men. They are just cannon fodder used to fill lines and consume magic power. In addition, the lemures with a chaotic appearance seem to have no brains. Annan has no hope that they will know the secret.
“I overheard the Overseer say... a place where food is stored.”
Bardic stories often make the mistake of describing an army of demons instead of describing all the demons attacking. Only everyone will charge.
Actually, this only happens in small groups of demons. During battles and wars, they still know some strategies. For example, low-level demons serve as cannon fodder and die, mid-level demons attack fortresses, and high-level demons fight head-on. There are also Assassins responsible for killing and bypassing, and transporting food - all learned from their old rivals, the Devil.
Although it is always difficult to execute smoothly... For example, many demons will kill and forget the order, and hungry demons will grab the comrades next to them as food...
Maybe the mountain city knew about it, so Annan shook his head: "This is not a secret."
"Our large army has arrived!"
Nalu continued, becoming more and more fluent in common language. .
"Isn't the main force of demons still in the north?" Annan questioned, not even thinking that a lemure would know such a secret.
“They are hidden underground.”
Annan pondered.
If the devil hides its main force underground, it will be difficult to find...
"Dara, lock this guy up alone first, um... prepare some food to prevent him from dying." Annan was going to tell Marshal Galkin about the situation first.
So far, the generalissimo is quite competent.
Just as he was about to walk away, Anan suddenly remembered something and said to Gulu: "Su Xiha..."
Nalu suddenly raised his head, shocked by Annan's words, and then Della covered Annan's mouth.
“That’s a dirty word, don’t say it.”
“Oh, what does it mean?”
“You want to sleep with its mother.”…
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"You mean, the main force of demons has arrived?"
"They are hidden underground and unknown."
Marshal Galkin turned around. I don’t doubt it, but I don’t believe it either: “Where did you know that?”
“A demon, strictly speaking, was interrogated from the mouth of the demon sent over.”
>Annan briefly described the origin of Nalu.
Grand Marshal Galkin stared at Annan, distrust revealed in every pore: "So, you tortured a low-level demon and learned such an important 'big' secret from that low-level demon."
He emphasized the word "big".
“Did you know that demons are full of lies?”
“I thought it was the devil who was full of lies...” Annan recalled the look on the lemure’s face when he told the story, “I don’t think it is lying.”< br>
“This is a big deal and requires evidence, not ‘I think’.”
"Well, the evidence is that the demons are not alone. They can cooperate with the rat men to create plague monsters. Why can't they let the rat men dig holes in the ground?"
"It's reasonable..." Galkin said. The marshal looked at Annan a few times and waved the servant to leave. "Since you are the discoverer, I will leave it to you to confirm."
"Me?"
"Aren't you leading a group of prisoners? They are the best at sneaking." Gal Marshal Jin's tone was playful, but it didn't sound like he was reading Annan's joke.
"I mean, you can actually trust us..."
Marshal Galkin exhaled a thick breath, "Did you know? The city has not been peaceful recently. The church has caught many nobles and businessmen who secretly believe in the evil god of the abyss. They almost caused big problems."
"That's right." Because of this, you are more trustworthy than many people with a clean background.”
Annan was not surprised by this...but Marshal Galkin actually wanted to surprise him.
"My people are a group of prisoners, it is a bit difficult to let them do this kind of thing..."
"I will give you an elite ranger team, they will assist you."< br>
"Really?"
"Really."
"You don't need Free City's help?"
"Your floating city is full of civilians, right? They go to the battlefield. What's the use?"
Annan confirmed that Marshal Galkin really wanted to let him investigate the truth.
Preconceptions are a bad habit, just like stereotyping.
As disgusting as the Duke of Kingsley is, so lovable is Grand Marshal Galkin.
"What about the plagues around us?"
"Plague demons? They are not important. Our enemies are only the demons in the north. If we repel them, the Kingdom of Dimon will be able to deal with them. But Let the demons capture the mountain city. It will be useless no matter how many plague demons we clear out."
"Okay, I will try my best..."
Marshal Galkin squeezed into the sofa, his fat flesh folded like water in a bag due to the contours of the sofa.
"We will attack early tomorrow morning and deal with the demon forward first."
Grand Marshal Galkin breathed a sigh of relief. Standing was a burden for him.
"When there is chaos, that is the best time for you to act."
(End of this chapter)