Nine Hundred and Ninety-Five to End This War
The origin of magic has been bewitching demons to attack the magic continent for ten thousand years. In the previous ten thousand years, the source of magic prepared for a long time, and finally opened three eyes of magic.
Relying on these three magic eyes, the source of magic can transport the troops of the demon race to the magic continent, fight there, and obtain more land and more supplies.
Taking these materials grabbed by the war to feed back to the demon world, let the demon world taste the sweetness of the war. After the rise of Alan Hill, the fourth eye of magic appeared, and the demons attacked the magic continent.
In order to prepare for this moment, the source of magic wasted a lot of magic energy. For the pure magic life of the source of magic, these magic energies are the supreme power, and they are also necessary to maintain life.
As a result, the source of magic ran out of strength and did not win the final battle. Therefore, the Demon Race also lost the bonus of war. Without the dividends of these wars, the Demon Race, whose economy has collapsed after years of fighting, has become a victim of defeat.
Since humans invaded the demon world, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of demon civilians have been killed, and countless demon soldiers have also been killed.
Only a small number of demon soldiers and civilians can be remembered by history, and the rest of the demons, whose lives are like grass, will never be remembered.
Without the support of war dividends, the Mozu would not even survive this winter, let alone continue to maintain a war with no chance of winning.
To say that there is no chance of winning is actually a very polite statement. In fact, the demons have basically failed in this war, and the remaining defeated soldiers are lingering under the guns of the Alan Hill Empire. How can they dare to hope for any victory?
Several demon generals stood there with dejected faces, listening to their king talking about the benefits of surrendering to the Alan Hill Empire, the feeling in their hearts was extremely uncomfortable.
But they didn't have the courage to refute, because indeed, as their king said, a truce may be the only way out for the demons!
I only heard Arecia continue to say: "We don't need to fight. As long as you are willing to follow me, the bright future I mentioned will be within your reach!"
She talked endlessly, saying wherever she thought: "Gentlemen! Now, I need your loyalty! I need your loyalty to me! For us, for our ideals, for our future! Fight one last time!"
"Yes! Gentlemen! We are going to fight for ourselves! We are going to fight for the future of the demon clan! And the target we are going to fight is not something! We are going to declare war on the source of magic!" She didn't have a speech, just free play.
She just said this word by word, persuading every demon present: "The demons who believe in the origin of magic are not our compatriots! The stupid people who believe in the origin of magic must be eliminated with fire! We are demons." It is a nation that is destined to continue to live on this land!"
"Your Majesty the Demon King... But even you were created by the source of magic... If we betray him, we will definitely be completely destroyed by him." A demon nobleman reminded with some worry.
"You think too much! Although I am made by the source of magic, I have my own thoughts! The source of magic cannot control my thoughts! I am me! Arecia! The king of the demon clan!" Arecia disapproved Said.
She could feel that the source of magic could not control her body at all. Although she was created by the source of magic, the source of magic pursued perfection too much when creating her, so she was so perfect that even the source of magic could not control her.
Needless to say, this is simply ironic. The origin of magic created a traitor himself, a traitor who refused to listen to him, but defected to the Alan Hill Empire!
For the origin of magic, this is definitely a complete joke, but for the demons, Arecia may be the last hope bestowed by God!
After reassuring his subordinates, Arecia continued: "And you! He can't control you! The fanatics have been wiped out in the magic continent. Now you, as long as you believe that the origin of magic is doomed, it is enough !"
"Soldiers! Generals! The demons will become stronger and stronger in the future. Our family and our children can eat enough food, drink clean spring water, and sleep in spacious and bright bedrooms! It's like, before We have already enjoyed the same!" She opened her arms again, and her words were full of longing for a better future.
"Alan Hill has shown us a bright future! They have sent us enough food this winter! There is no doubt about it!" A demon official recalled a month ago, enjoying the gourmet food.
Another general remembered a similar scene, so he spoke out with emotion, helping Erisia lead the rhythm: "Clothes to keep out the cold, enough food! These will become everyday things! Why, why do we How about going to fight the humans of the Alan Hill Empire?"
"Yeah! We've eaten those foods before." With these two people taking the lead, others followed suit.
Everyone agreed with each other, saying, "That's right! Those tents are also very warm!"
"I like the taste of instant noodles very much." There were more and more voices of approval, and the entire throne was surrounded by whispering voices.
Soon, everyone was arguing about what was the best food: "The sausage is the real good thing. Nonsense! It's definitely dried fish!"
There were more and more voices like this, and options such as "Zaicai" appeared under the steps. A group of demons also seem to have joined the sweet and salty party and started arguing about some silly things.
Seeing that this kind of debate is about to trigger the first sweet and salty war of the demons, Arecia standing on the steps is really embarrassed to tell her subordinates that the things she eats in the Alan Hill Empire are cheaper than these The food tastes 10,000 times better!
In Serris, of course, she tasted royal cuisine, and when she was in Meine, she also ate local specialties... Now that I think about it, those high-quality dishes that I would not be willing to eat just because of their appearance are really too tempting.
Aresia even thinks that human beings are the demons who tempt others to submit to themselves. And the demon clan she belongs to is as clean as an angel.
"My child wants to eat chocolate." Just as Arecia was thinking about going to the human world next time, whether to hire two cooks to open a restaurant in the demon-controlled area, the voice of a demon general sounded suddenly.
The hall suddenly fell silent, and the last general who spoke stood in the center of the field with a flushed face, as if waiting for Aresia's punishment.
"There will be, there will be, follow His Majesty the Demon King, all these things will be available!" In the end, before Arecia continued to speak, the general of the Demon Race started the rhythm.
Aresia also hurried down the steps provided by the other party: "Yes! There will be them all! Gentlemen! Now these things are gone! The reason is that some demons pretended to surrender! Attack humans after pretending to surrender! What they did! Let us also be punished!"
She explained the reason for human revenge, which can be regarded as a simple explanation for everyone: "This is the reason why we have no supplies in the past few days and have been bombed occasionally!"
Then, she clenched her fists: "It's better to rely on others than ourselves! If we can clean up all those demons who disobey orders! Then this war will end quickly!"
"The war is over! You are all subjects of the Alan Hill Empire! Now that you have become subjects of the Alan Hill Empire, the suffering is over! The Alan Hill Empire will help everyone! Let everyone Have a great time!"
"Really?" Hearing Aresia say this, the lowly people began to discuss.
"Is that really the case?" A group of demons whispered to each other, as if they all expected His Majesty the Demon King's statement to become a reality.
The people below talked a lot, and some demon generals bowed their heads in thought. They also hoped that the state of abundant supplies before would continue.
Without materials and supplies, no one wants to continue such a war. Everyone was in a mess, and no one's life was easy, which made the previous two months look so beautiful. At that time, everyone was a "local tyrant" who could make two bowls of instant noodles for one meal!
But now, humans have cut off these supplies, and the demons in the southern region are about to return to the past, so everyone is naturally reluctant.
According to the previous habits of the demons, since they can't get it, they will naturally go to grab it. But the current state is clearly in front of him, he can't beat it, and he can't grab it!
Faced with such a situation, Lord Demon King is willing to take the lead in seeking benefits for everyone and looking for a reliable future, and everyone is willing to do the same.
It's just that it's still difficult for everyone to choose to abandon their belief in the history of more than 10,000 years.
"Now, it's your turn to play." Arecia looked at the man in black who had been silent beside her, and said.
The man in black nodded slightly, and then walked in front of the Demon King. Then he stretched out his hands and lifted his hood.
A human face was revealed, with a hint of a smile on it. Standing alone in front of a group of demons like this, the whole scene suddenly became quiet.
A human being, there has not been a single human being here for hundreds of years! Now, this human being is standing in front of them, standing in front of densely packed demons.
"Hi everyone! I'm an ordinary staff officer of the Alan Hill Empire...It's an honor to meet you all." He bowed slightly, with a faint smile on his face: "I'm here to end this a war..."—
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