Chapter 503: The Evil Empress ‘s Believer
Why did the Minotaurs here become like this? Isnt this too different from what weve heard before?
Along the way, Little Patton skillfully asked questions.
This guy could always think of the same thing as Matthew. At first, Matthew would butt in a little, but later on, he simply let Little Patton talk alone. He focused on analyzing the information provided by Conley.
Conleys voice echoed in the sewer.
Just by hearing the name, child, the Revived Ones are a group of frustrated people, a group of old things who are trying to revive the Demon Blood. You might not know what Bigfoot City was like decades ago.
But I still remember it.
The situation back then might have been terrible. Our civilization was very backward, but when faced with outsiders, everyone had the courage to raise their weapons and give them a head-on blow!
At that time, Bigfoot City was a chaotic city-state divided by the three demon races, Bigfoot, Minotaur, and Deer Head Demon.
There were fights every day in the city.
Every day, there were demons whose bellies were cut open, and their intestines were pulled out. Their corpses rotted beside the stinking ditches.
Oh.
That was really nostalgic.
One day later.
The airship from Storluk Industries was docked on the city wall of Bigfoot City.
In the beginning, the demons in the three cities had fought several battles with the mercenaries of Storluk.
Although the battle was tragic, they still managed to stop their invasion.
But later, Storluk changed his infiltration strategy.
They began to try the upper-class route, bribing, controlling, and instigating the higher-ups of the three races to defect.
Things began to change little by little.
Finally, six years ago.
Most of the demons in Bigfoot City had been tricked into drinking the Taming Potion provided by Storluk Industries.
That potion was said to be able to eliminate the violent elements in the demon bloodline.
It could free the Demon Race from endless disputes and battles.
This statement is not false.
Ive witnessed the terrifying effects of that potion with my own eyes.
Demons who took the potion would become rational and peaceful, and they would be particularly reasonable.
But was a reasonable demon still a demon?
A friend of mine, he didnt believe in the effect of the potion. He wanted to challenge it. Before he took the potion, he was an executioner who would feel unhappy if he didnt stab someone for a day.
In the end, the second the potion entered his stomach, he seemed to have become a Paladin who had comprehended the Sages Oath!
Can you believe it?
He actually began to cry and confess to me for his past sins of killing!
However, this was not the most terrifying effect of the potion.
What the Evil Demons lost was not only their ambition and desire to kill but also their bloodlust and backbone!
The demons who took the potion became timid and afraid.
We are clearly the most terrifying and violent race in the world. However, they began to consider banning fighting in the city.
The reason was that it would affect civilization.
To hell with civilization!
The demon civilization was a civilization of fighting.
It was because I couldnt accept this chemical castration that I escaped into the sewers and established the Revival Camp with the others. During this time, I was also forced to learn many ranger skills.
This world was just so f * cked up.
Forcing a two-meter-tall Minotaur to crawl in the citys sewers every day.
For this reason, I even learned the Bone Shrinking Technique from a believer of Babasha!
I went off topic, cough cough.
The development of Bigfoot City could be guessed with an asshole.
The demons who had lost their wildness became slaves to the Storluk industry.
The city gradually became the world of Storluk.
The three great races had to be on tenterhooks every day.
On the contrary, we stinky rats living in the sewers have a better life.
Storluks men tried to enter the sewers.
However, we have the blessing of the Sewer God and the complicated terrain here. After paying a few painful prices, they no longer interfere with the underground world.
Conley was a typical cold-faced but warm-hearted guy.
On the surface, he looked down on this pair of McCorwin brothers who had just arrived and didnt know anything.
In fact, he had been helping them enthusiastically.
Not only did he take the risk to bring them to his camp.
He even rambled on about the background and general knowledge of Bigfoot City.
If this knowledge was converted to Margarets standard, it would cost at least 10,000 gold coins.
He thought about it.
Matthew felt that he had made a killing.
On the way.
He also recalled why the word Storluk was so familiar.
That was the homeland of the Orc Clegg.
Currently, it should be occupied by a space undead force from the Antu Empire.
It seemed that the Storluk Industries had something to do with them.
The three of them moved forward in the dark for thirty minutes.
After jumping over a stinky pond.
The terrain in front of them suddenly became clear.
An extremely wide underground space appeared in front of them.
There were also several guards on the high ground on both sides who were vigilantly checking on the newcomer.
Blackie, its me, Conley.
The minotaur rangers deep voice sounded.
The leader of the guards was a pitch -black demon with huge antlers.
He looked at the two of them with an unfriendly expression.
Youve brought a new face back to the camp again, Conley. You always break the rules, even if you set the rules yourself.
Conley shrugged.
Im taking them to see the Prophet. Is the Prophet in the tower?
The antler demon said unhappily,
According to my informant, Storluk Industries is planning to launch a fourth siege on our camp. At this juncture, we must not be careless..
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