Chapter 884 Section 115 Naru

Chapter 884 Section 115. Nalu

Nalulu had had enough of the endless torture.

It had heard about what would happen to demons caught by the devils - they would be tortured, played with, and then hung on the obsidian wall of the devil's house as trophies.

But compared to these humans, the devils were not even a fraction as cruel as them.

Punching iron pieces like needles into its body, accumulating in its flesh and blood, day and night, endless torture, but asking nothing, as if just for fun...

Nalulu held on until now not because he was a tough guy - demon bones were not that hard, and most demons had no bones.

It only begged for mercy now because it had just learned this sentence.

So when the demon sent to Annan could only repeat this sentence, a prisoner came and gave it the common language proficiency.

"Okay, what do you want to say?"

Nalulu stared at the short human in front of him. Under normal circumstances, he could easily tear his legs apart. But now, it can only vent its grievances: "You torture... This is not... civilization!"

Magic is still useful. Raising your hand to cast a spell, a demon knows the advanced word "civilization".

Annan is not a saint who will be merciful randomly. He said calmly: "Did you demons run from the abyss to the Allen continent for love and peace?"

"We want to conquer the main plane!"

"If that's all you have to say, I'll send you back."

Naru was silent. Compared with those tortures, death is equivalent to liberation.

"I know the secrets of high-level demons..."

Annan was not surprised that demons would betray their own kind - demons are a group of chaotic races that fight enemies when there are enemies, and create enemies when there are no enemies.

"You are just a demon, what secrets can you know?"

The demon is one of the lowest demon species, and there are not many demons weaker than it... Despite this, they are 6~7 feet tall and look like sandmen made by children playing with sand. They can still easily fight two or three non-professional recruits.

The veterans of the Snow Mountain Fortress can kill the demons one-on-one or even accidentally.

They were like the rat tide formed by the ratmen, just cannon fodder to fill the line and consume magic power. In addition, the chaotic-looking inferior demons seemed to have no brains, so Annan had no hope that it knew the secret.

"I overheard the warlord say... the place where food was stored."

The stories of the bards usually made a mistake: when describing the demon army, they would describe all the demons as charging in full force when attacking.

In fact, this only happened in small-scale demon groups. During battles and wars, they still knew some strategies, such as low-level demons being cannon fodder to die, mid-level demons attacking, high-level demons fighting head-on, and assassins responsible for assassination and flanking and transporting food - these were all learned from their old opponents, the devils.

Although it was not always possible to execute smoothly... For example, many demons would forget orders when they were excited about killing, and hungry demons would grab their comrades next to them as food...

Maybe the High Mountain City knew, so Annan shook his head: "This is not a secret."

"Our large army has arrived!"

Nalu continued, and the common language became more and more fluent.

"Isn't the main force of the demons still in the north?" Annan questioned, and he didn't think that a lesser demon would know such a secret.

"They are hidden underground."

Annan pondered.

If the demons hide their main force underground, it is indeed difficult to find...

"Dela, lock this guy up alone first, um... prepare some food and don't let it die." Annan was ready to tell Marshal Galkin about the situation first.

So far, this Marshal is quite competent.

Just as he was about to leave, Annan suddenly remembered something and said to Guru: "Sushiha..."

Nalu suddenly raised his head, shocked by Annan's words, and then Dela covered Annan's mouth.

"That's a dirty word, don't say it."

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"You want to sleep with its mother."

...

"You mean, the main force of the demons has arrived?"

"They are hiding underground, unknown to people."

Marshal Galkin turned around. He didn't doubt it, but he didn't believe it either: "How did you know it?"

"A demon, strictly speaking, I interrogated the demon that was sent here."

Annan briefly described Naru's origin.

Grand Marshal Galkin stared at Annan, and every pore revealed distrust: "So, you tortured a low-level demon and learned such an important 'big' secret from that low-level demon."

He emphasized the word "big".

"Do you know that demons are full of lies?"

"I thought the devil was full of lies..." Annan recalled the expression of the inferior demon when he was narrating, "I don't think it lied."

"This is a big deal, and we need evidence, not 'I think'."

"Well, the evidence is that the demons are not fighting alone. They can cooperate with the ratmen to create plague monsters, so why can't the ratmen dig holes underground?"

"It's reasonable..." Grand Marshal Galkin looked at Annan for a few times and waved his hand to let the servants retreat. "Since you are the discoverer, I will leave it to you to confirm."

"Me?"

"Aren't you with a group of prisoners? They are the best at sneaking around." Marshal Galkin's tone was playful, but he didn't seem to be making fun of Annan.

"I mean, you actually trust us..."

Grand Marshal Galkin exhaled a foul breath, "Do you know? The city has been in turmoil recently. The church has caught many nobles and merchants who secretly believe in the evil god of the abyss, and they almost caused big problems."

"Because of this, you with a clean background are more trustworthy than many people."

Annan was not surprised by this kind of thing...but he was surprised that Grand Marshal Galkin would want to do this.

"My people are all prisoners, and it's a bit difficult to let them do this kind of thing..."

"I will give you an elite ranger team, and they will assist you."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Don't need the help of Free City?"

"Your floating city is full of civilians, right? What's the use of them going to the battlefield."

Annan confirmed that Grand Marshal Galkin really wanted him to investigate the truth.

Prejudice is a bad habit, just like stereotypes.

How disgusting Duke Kingsley is, how lovable this Grand Marshal Galkin is.

"What about the plague around us?"

"Plague demons? They are not important. Our only enemies are the demons in the north. If we repel them, the Kingdom of Dimon can deal with them. But if the demons capture the mountain city, it will be useless no matter how many plague demons we clear out."

"Okay, I'll try my best..."

Grand Marshal Galkin squeezed into the sofa, and his fat was like water in a bag, folded up by the contour of the sofa.

"We will attack tomorrow morning and get rid of the demon vanguard first."

Grand Marshal Galkin breathed a sigh of relief. Standing was a burden for him.

"It will be a mess by then, and that will be the best time for you to act."