Chapter 230 Night Watchman of Sleeping Land

Brazier? Demon sacrifice? demon? Why is this breath so familiar? As soon as Negris had these thoughts in his mind, he heard Ange shout angrily: "Tulus! Burn my field!"

Negris almost fell to the ground, he jumped over dumbfounded, and stopped Ange who was about to crush the demon: "It's not Tulus, it's not Tulus, Tulus is dead, dead."

This skeleton can't get through it. Last time in the Principality of Montenegro, I called Tulusi when I saw a demon. Now I saw a demon and called Tulusi. All demons can't be Tulusi.

Hey, speaking of it this way, isn't this the devil from the Principality of Montenegro?

"It's you? That demon from the Principality of Montenegro?" Negris was surprised.

The Lord of Terror was crying, and asked, "Who is that Tullus? Is it similar to me?"

Negris shook his head and said, "It's not like, it's just a high-level demon. You can sacrifice to a demon, at least at the level of a demon king. How should I call you?"

"High-level demons!? High-level demons? High-level demons, can you admit your mistake?! Your eyes..." The Lord of Terror wanted to scold 'are you blind', but when he thought of his own situation, he had no choice but to obediently say Swallow it.

Negris is also quite embarrassing. He is indeed blind. Demons are almost the most complex species except insects. Not only do they have different shapes, strengths, attributes, and even their reproduction methods.

Succubus are a kind of demon, and their way of reproduction is quite special (6,000 words are omitted here...)

So for the sake of convenience, humans sort demons according to their strength, and they are divided into inferior demons, demons, middle-level demons, high-level demons, and great demons. These are regular demons.

The demon king and demon master at the top are not conventional. Each of them is a king who occupies a large territory and has thousands of subjects, equivalent to the gods of human beings and the power of truth.

Anger confuses a demon god with a regular high-level demon, not blindness.

"I am the Lord of Terror, the master of the Abyss of Terror, what do you want to do?" the Lord of Terror said angrily.

"Master of Terror? You are the master of demons? What are you doing here?" Negris asked, and added: "What did you do in the Principality of Montenegro?"

"Are you asking me a question? You need to know that a deal with the devil requires a sufficient price. Are you ready?" the Lord of Terror asked.

Negris laughed: "Ready, as long as you answer my question, we will let you go."

The Lord of Terror gave him a blank look: "This is just my projection, not the real body. I need you to release it? Let's do something practical."

"Projection is also a part of power. If you disagree, we will crush it?" Negris said confidently.

The expression of the Lord of Terror changed a few times, and finally he said helplessly: "The main reason is that I don't have many sacrificial braziers. Forget it, I will only answer your three questions. After answering, you must put my brazier down." Come down, do you agree? If you agree, sign the contract."

Following its words, a phantom of a sheepskin scroll slowly emerged, on which was a contract written in devil inscriptions.

The Lord of Terror explained: "Do you know the devil inscription? Let me explain to you, this line is the names of both parties to the contract, this line is the agreement, answer three questions, this line is the reward, or reward, as long as I answer your three I have a question, you have to let go of my brazier, don't do any harm to me, and finally sign, is there a problem? No problem, just press your fingerprint on the signature."

Negris squinted his eyes and looked carefully line by line.

After watching it for a long time, the Lord of Terror became a little impatient, and said, "It seems that you can understand it. This is the inscription of the devil. How could I, the majestic devil master, still lie to you?"

Negris glanced at it sideways, showing a strange expression: "What if I really understand? Although you demons claim to never lie, it's just a claim. The succubi I know always says that I Only eighteen years old, please explain to me, what does this inscription mean?"

"Ah? Doesn't this business mean that you are not allowed to do any harm to me?" The Lord of Terror said hesitantly.

"Yes, yes, this 'line' has this meaning, but what does this 'sentence' mean? You have to think about it, I have never seen a devil lie on a devil's contract." Naig Reese places particular emphasis on lines and sentences.

The face of the Lord of Terror became as uncomfortable as eating poop, and he said with a bitter face: "Pay the Lord of Terror another six hundred magic crystals, so you really understand the inscription..."

Negris smiled: "It seems that you demons really don't lie about the demon contract, they only hide key information, three questions, six hundred magic crystals, are you a mage of the Law Guild?"

The Lord of Terror was not convinced: "I am the Lord of Terror, the omniscient Lord of Terror, it is your honor that you have the opportunity to ask me questions, two hundred magic crystals a question, it is very cheap, don't Compare me to those stupid humans."

yo! omniscient? ! Negris looked at the Lord of Terror, and couldn't help but show a fierce fighting spirit: Chambada, you actually snatched my prefix?

But after glancing at Ange, Negris thought about it, and was about to ask the question that he couldn't answer: where did the king go?

But before it opened its mouth, the devil added: "Except for the privacy, uniqueness and independence, such as who went where, what color underwear did he wear, whether he would be killed by a meteor while walking, etc. As long as it is public and informative, I can answer it, as long as you pay a little price, you will be able to do well in exams and grades.”

Good guy, not only does he want to grab the prefix of the God of Knowledge, he even does what Negris doesn't do, and he can't stand it anymore: "If you don't have money, let it go."

"Wait a minute!" The devil quickly stopped, and the inscription on the magic crystal in the contract disappeared one by one: "This is the head office."

"Add dates and deadlines."

Negris was still curious about how this demon appeared in the Principality of Montenegro, and how he got mixed up with the undead. After carefully reading the contract, he made sure that there was nothing tricky about it, so he pressed his finger.

The devil's contract dissipated, turning into light spots and sinking into the bodies of Negris and the devil at the same time.

In the world of magic, there are too many forces to maintain integrity and contracts, such as soul vows of undead creatures, loyalty vows between living creatures, magic contracts between magicians, and demon contracts among demons.

These are all restricted by beliefs and rules. It is difficult to be opportunistic. Even if it is a prayer, you must abide by the rules. Last time, a guy prayed to the immortal god, but he didn't keep his promise, and was finally chopped off by Ang.

The soul vow is maintained by the soul connection, the magic contract is maintained by the magic element, and the devil's contract naturally has corresponding rules to maintain, so you are not afraid of breaking the agreement.

It's just that the devil likes to steal and play tricks and hide key information. If you don't understand the devil's inscription, you will easily suffer.

However, human nature is greedy and has a fluke mentality. When the temptation is too great, some people know that they will suffer, and they can't help but think: I won't be so unlucky.

After signing the contract, Negris is ready to ask a question: "What do you want to do in the Principality of Montenegro to use the insect plague to destroy the city and arouse human fear to collect these emotions?"

The devil's expression froze, his eyes widened, and he said, "Is it possible to ask a question like this?"

Isn't this the same as saying the answer first, and then asking the person who asked the question what the idea is? The Lord of Terror wants to know very much now, how does it know so clearly.

"I... this... you..." the Lord of Terror faltered.

"You can think about it. After signing the contract, I also added a time limit. Can you withstand the backlash of the contract?" Negris said proudly. Last time it was despised by Shamara, so the memory It is profound, and you can see through the demon's intentions without dates and deadlines at a glance.

The Lord of Terror responded obediently and helplessly: "I created a few terrifying ghosts and used them to parasitize the relay spirits. How about it? Did it succeed?" They are now in the lower floor of the tower, and they cannot see the relay spirits, but they can faintly see them. Jojo felt the breath of the relay spirit.

"Oh, so you made that scary ghost." Negris suddenly realized.

"Then you mixed with the undead to parasitize the relay spirit, but why is this thing in the hands of the undead?" Negris said while asking Ange to take out the box that sealed Luna's holy spirit fragment.

The Lord of Terror was about to cry: "You can't ask questions like this, how many questions are these?"

"One," Negris said.

"One fart, if I don't answer the first one, I will be the default. If I answer the first one, you will say that the problem is not valid, and the second one is the problem. You little yellow dragon is very bad." The Lord of Terror was furious.

It usually plays with those prey in this way, but today someone played with it.

"So, what's your answer?" Negris didn't deny that he was playing tricks, otherwise, what could be answered by three questions.

The Lord of Terror gave up. It found that the underdeveloped brass dragon in front of it had too much information. It didn't look like it was asking a question, but was verifying its own conjecture.

"The undead is the night watchman of the cemetery in Sleeping Land, and he dug out this box in the cemetery." The Lord of Terror said.

"Sleeping place!?"

Sleeping place! Negris exclaimed, and Ange was refreshed, looking at the demon in his hand.

"You mean the sleeping place? The sleeping place in the Palace of Rest?" Negris asked carefully.

The Lord of Terror was about to cry: "You know this too? Who are you? I don't even know what the Palace of Rest is, but this undead said so."

"Where is the sleeping place?" Negris asked eagerly, no longer caring about the questioning skills.

The Lord of Terror quickly replied: "I don't know, haha, three questions, let me go quickly."

"Damn it, I'm in a hurry." Negris patted his forehead angrily. He was too eager to seal the loopholes in the question. As long as the other party answered that he didn't know, it would be considered an answer.

"Let it go, Chabada, although our contract is completed, but look, the shiny magic crystal." Negris motioned Angor to take out some magic crystal.

Ange fell down casually, like a hill, at least hundreds of thousands of magic crystals fell to the ground, and the devil's eyes were about to fall off.

"Look again, pure soul crystal."

Anger found a bunch of soul crystals again. Anyway, he has a lot of soul energy. Soul crystals and soul energy are just changes in two forms. There is not much loss in mutual transformation.

The devil's eyeballs that were about to fall widened again.

"There are also food, cloth, salt, fertilizer, holy essence, world branches, fruit of life, elf beans, upgrade beans, uh, and worthless gold and silver coins. Do you want anything? If so, just pay the corresponding amount. The price, these things can be yours..." Negris said in a low voice, full of temptation.

The Lord of Terror's eyes were shining brightly, and his thoughts wandered back and forth on those things on the ground, wishing to hug them all in his arms, but when he heard the 'price', he suddenly woke up again.

Because it usually likes to say this kind of thing to others, why does it seem that the roles have been reversed, who is the devil?

Be vigilant, don't be fooled, be vigilant, don't be tempted, the devil repeatedly warned himself in his heart, but after looking at the pile of things, his heart was shaken a little, and finally gave up resistance completely: "Just say what you want, I want this, this, and this."

After some bargaining, the Lord of Terror signed a contract that was watertight. From its point of view, it was a big loss, but others thought it was a fair contract. To the devil, fairness meant a big loss.

After all the questions were asked, Ange threw three hundred soul crystals, ten bags of food, and a branch of the tree of life into the brazier. Under the burning of the flame, these things slowly dissipated.

Negris is very satisfied. These are relatively cheap things on Ange. Every day, a large number of believers donate continuously, and they have not farmed for a long time. The halo of quick death is not very useful, and all the soul energy has accumulated.

Some worthless things, but asked the most critical information: "The land of sleep is lost in the void, that undead is the night watchman of the cemetery of the land of sleep, there are more than a dozen night watchmen like him , but he was the most restless, dug up some things in the cemetery, ran out, and among them was Luna's holy spirit fragment"

"It also gives an approximate coordinate. If you search according to this coordinate, you may find the cemetery of the sleeping place, where there are tens of millions of undead creatures, complete, because the sleeping place is to protect the corpses It was just established, and if we find it, we will be able to retrieve the most powerful combat power of the Undead Empire."

"But the coordinates are too vague, we need a powerful space magician, and a dimensional beast..."

Having said that, Negris and Ange turned their heads to look at the big cat that was approaching on tiptoe. Seeing that they had been discovered, the big cat made a "wow" and flew towards the fruit of life on the ground.

The fruit of life, the size of a washbasin, was no smaller than a big cat, but when it swooped on it and covered it with long hair, it disappeared.

After getting the fruit of life, the big cat turned around and wanted to run, but it was not as fast as Ange, so it grabbed its two hind legs and shook it vigorously.

"Okay, there are dimensional beasts, so we only need to find a powerful space magician now, and we can go to find the cemetery of the Sleeping Land. If we find the cemetery, we may know why it came from The Palace of Rest is separated, what happened at that time."

"By the way, do you still remember the female mage who rips clothes? Her space magic is very powerful, probably at the level of a magister. How about we ask her for help, or go to the mercenary guild to hire one?" Negris was enthusiastic She is planning, and she looks like she can't wait to set off.

"No." An Ge firmly refused.

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