Arad's crooked savior

Marcella's wrist was covered with a piece of black cloth, and underneath the black cloth were magic chains. She was escorted by several Lucca tribesmen and temporarily locked up.

On the way out, there was a little stranger who didn't understand the truth of the matter. He greeted her warmly and asked her to come and play next time. Marcella was startled for a moment, then nodded hurriedly with a friendly smile, feeling lingering in her heart. The guilt got a little heavier.

She deeply doubted her original thinking, were the aliens really "alien"?

In a demonic world where the weak prey on the strong, can there be any kindness at all?

The orcs who lost their boss are noisy among themselves, discussing who will be the leader. Otherwise, they can return to the system of more than a hundred years ago, and the villages and towns to which they belong select their own leaders.

"Alas, there is no strong man in our orc tribe." A cat from the Giza tribe sighed.

Without the protection of a strong person, I always feel uneasy.

"Not necessarily. The Goruda clan in the wind zone has a very powerful queen. She can also be regarded as an orc." A tall fox from the Lucca tribe came up with a suggestion.

"No, that queen is very fierce. I heard she can eat people!"

Rossello's staff, who had a headache due to the noise, fell heavily to the ground, making the fox and cats shrink their necks in fright, and then said: "I have a friend who is also a strong man who has followed Sir Luke, the super-speed Gakalina , she is in the Harlem area, taking revenge against the Kaxiu sect with her master."

Dozens of orcs were stunned for a moment after hearing this, looking at each other, and then shouted loudly, as if they had encountered some great happy event that was worth celebrating.

"Oh my God, that poor kid is alive and powerful!"

"I recommend her to be the next clan leader!"

"I agree, I'm so proud, even prouder than having this beautiful tail."

The status of the orcs in the demon world is only slightly higher than that of aliens and stone-bone beasts. The best-selling products in prosperous towns must be the furs of the orcs, among which Harlem, who is in charge of the Kaxiu sect, is the most important.

But now, there is actually a very powerful orc who is seeking revenge on the Ka Xiu Sect, which greatly relieves the orcs' long-term pain that has been suppressed and aggrieved for a long time.

Therefore, Jakarina, who was wandering with her master Yasin in Harlem, had no idea that she had become the leader of the orc tribe, and it was unanimously approved without any objection.

As for Gragur, he was forgotten in an instant. The dead tiger could go wherever he liked, and it would be best to fall to death.

…

After the orcs slowly dispersed, Rosselló used his staff to directly summon a ball of nothingness, annihilating the Holy Platform and leaving only a little powder.

But after venting her anger, she fell into confusion without a goal. How will the alien tribe go from here?

Although she has little strength on her own, even if she can pull these poor little aliens to grow up, she is just repeating the same mistakes. The aliens are still a discriminated race and are regarded as betrayers in the demon world and have no status.

The three sisters also had almost the same expression. Nourni, can she really make the alien tribe better and not be discriminated against?

A fine silver badge was suddenly handed to her by the curator. Rousselot was stunned for a moment when he looked at it. The pattern on the badge was a mysterious tree that was growing vigorously.

The curator's smile is always gentle and has the power to make people feel at ease.

"This is the badge of our Wuxuan organization. Do you want to consider joining?"

…

Wuxuan successfully recruited the first batch of new members, a tall bunny girl, the three "Norni" who can fuse with each other, and... about a thousand little aliens.

The curator took out a few notebooks and pens and gave them to the three sisters respectively, asking them to count the names of the little aliens. If there was no name, they could just take one. In short, they had to standardize it first.

Within the Wuxuan organization, the director's position is still the same as before, a secretary who has something to do... and nothing to do... and also serves as the magic teacher of the little alien.

"Sister Isadura, does he deliberately create an organization in the demon world? What is his purpose?"

Rousselot was very respectful and solemnly buckled the Wuxuan badge on her shoulder. She wanted to be more neat, but the top of the bunny girl uniform could only cover the lower part of Justice, barely covering the delicious red fruit.

"Purpose? He just wants to have his own territory."

"Territory..." Rossello frowned and didn't understand, but nodded anyway, with enthusiasm on his brows: "Then what should we do next?"

Maybe, this is an opportunity!

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that can change the alien race from being discriminated against and despised, to being upright and upright.

In the past, the Alien Tribe followed Apostle Bakar and Apostle Luke, but neither achieved good results. But now, those who follow the Alien Tribe are the trial blades of the hostile apostles.

"You and Mo Mei and the others will work together to count the members of the tribe first, and then we will focus on building houses. There are sufficient basic living materials in Yelin, including quilts, clothes, towels..."

"Yeah, thank you, what next?"

Hearing the curator's arrangement, Rosselló almost burst into tears again. The living environment of many little aliens is very difficult. Not to mention clean clothes, the place where they sleep every day is piles of hay and pieces of cloth.

As long as the little alien can live a good life, have food to eat and clothes to wear, she can give anything.

“Then we farm.”

"Eh?"

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Ye Lin scratched his somewhat messy hair and stared at the ruins of the battle when he invaded the heaven. He had come once before to stop the conqueror and the maker from fighting. Although there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, there was no ominous thick fog.

Douzi's power of time and space seemed to disappear in a flash, and by the time he arrived here, there was no trace of it.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked into this former battlefield, stepping on the ground covered with bones.

Even if there is something ominous in it, can it be more terrifying than the collapse of the earth when the two apostles fight.

"Yaosuo?"

This demonic flower has a black and purple cane that looks like mud, but an extremely bright red flower disk. It has a very tenacious vitality and can take root and grow all over the demonic world. Any animal that comes close to it will be attacked by surprise.

But when the night forest passed by, Yuesuo acted as if he hadn't seen it, and the bright flower disks continued to bloom, waiting for prey without eyes.

It was estimated that about three hundred meters into the battlefield, the cruelty of that war could be vaguely seen from the remnants on the ground.

Broken and rusty combat machinery, corpses of all kinds of strange races, and the soil dug several meters deep are still a deep dark red.

The mysterious fog that once made Skuerti desperately escape and could turn people into "puppetes" curled up inside the battlefield, and the sea of ​​fog was churning, as if there were dragons teasing in it.

An emerald green leaf appeared on Ye Lin's fingertips and shot into the thick fog instantly. He wanted to see what kind of ghost was inside.

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Even if the Demon King is messing around inside, he is absolutely confident that he will be invincible!

A blow from the blades can easily shatter a boulder weighing dozens of tons. The edge of the thick gray fog rolled a few times, and then like an atomized ferocious beast, it roared towards the night forest in an instant, trying to devour it.

"It's a little weird, so he can only pretend to be a ghost!"

He grasped the void with his palm, clenching it like a sharp sword in the sea of ​​stars. He looked solemn and a little sneer. After learning the information about the demon world from Rousselot, there was no need to continue to be cautious.

The "betrothal gift" Fei Lao asked for was half of the territory of the Demon Realm. Later, he probably thought it was too exaggerated, or he was worried that he would not be able to get married, so he secretly changed it to a piece of land with a blushing face.

Of course you have to join the Demon Realm Alliance, but before that, you have to prove that you have the threshold and capital to participate!

Just when he was about to cut the thick fog and the entire battlefield into two with one sword, a small palm suddenly grasped his wrist.

"Don't worry yet, this is just a little temptation from the Transcendent."

Wearing a yellow lining and a half-vest, she is about the same height as Biana and has the same unassuming figure. Her short gray hair is a bit messy, she has pointed demon ears, and she wears thick glasses on the bridge of her nose.

The little girl suddenly appeared, and beside her was a little lion head with a cat face.