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The demons regard war as a custom and use war to plunder all kinds of materials needed for life, but this does not mean that the demons will retreat after grabbing enough things. This is a war after all.

If they don't work hard enough to resist, the demons will continue to go deep into the interior, kill more people, and grab more supplies; if they fail to fight back for a long time, the demons will even station themselves in the captured strongholds to expand their territory. Territory; if other countries do not mobilize troops to rescue and are encroached on a little territory by the demons every year, each country will be defeated one by one sooner or later. Even if the same thing happens every year, it is by no means meaningless to deploy heavy troops for defense on the border.

Of course, it is meaningful, but it cannot change the cruel fact that soldiers participating in the defense are very likely to lose their lives.

"The general magician has discovered the demon army behind the wave of monsters and confirmed that its commander is a royal family." The trembling voice of the messenger was enough to represent the mental state of the lowest level soldier.

"Although it has been speculated that the focus of the demon clan's attack this year will be on our country, I did not expect that I would be used as a breakthrough point." The majestic general looked at the dense group of demon beasts in the distance, and a trace of despair could not help but rise in his heart.

If the focus of the demons' attack is on other countries, they only need to deal with the disturbing monsters, and even the grassroots soldiers do not need to die in battle; if the focus of the demons' attack is on other border strongholds in the country, they also need to deal with small groups of the demon army. The troops might be able to resist it; if the focus of the demon's attack is on this stronghold, they will have to deal with the main force of the demon army, and no one expects to be able to resist it.

Even if the defensive mission fails, retreating is as difficult as climbing to the sky. In ordinary battles, if a scumbag soldier is lucky, he still has a slight chance of survival. On the contrary, he, a capable general, will be taken care of by the demon generals, and his chance of survival is almost zero.

but,

"I understand, the order is given and everything will proceed as arranged." A man who can get the title of general and have the courage to come to the border is by no means an incompetent loser. He knows how to hide the despair in his heart to prevent it from affecting the already poor morale. Give commands calmly.

"Yes" the messenger turned and left, continuing his duties.

It's just a tragic feeling that has spread among the guards on the city wall.

This group of men who guarded the border for the country and resisted foreign enemies could not stop their tear ducts from bursting, but they could not stop their hands from shaking.

The roar of the dragon with unique magical power resounded on the battlefield.

All forms of ferocious monsters, driven by hunger, charged towards the human stronghold in front of them.

"" The general silently pulled out his beloved sword, tensed his nerves and stared at the surging wave of monsters, preparing to complete his last duty as a general and issue the right order at the right time.

An unexpected roar echoed across the battlefield.

"What?" Whether it was a soldier or a general, the eyes of everyone on the city wall were attracted.

Watching the adventurer who was known as the Killing Elf and whose whereabouts have been missing since arriving at the stronghold, rushed out of his own camp on the artifact given by the forest goddess and plunged into the group of monsters.

then.

There was a splash of blood.

"You bastard, you still don't give me my magic power back." During the previous internal strife, Brestin's magic power was sucked away by Beelzebub. Fighting in this state is courting death.

If you shout again, Beelzebub will not return the magic power, but will continue to absorb Brest's magic power.

"Go away!" Brestin threw it angrily, and the purple rose sword transformed by Beelzebub turned into a stream of light and inserted into the forehead of the lion-shaped monster in the front row. He then adjusted the front of the car to be more elegant and flexible. The route rushes towards the group of monsters.

The lion-shaped monster fell to the ground and was trampled by the monster behind it.

Haha, I haven't eaten fresh monster meat for a long time, so you're welcome. The sword stuck on its forehead still gave off a faint purple light, and the monster with strong muscles shriveled up in the blink of an eye.

"I'm warning you one last time." Brestin, who was in formal contact with the monster wave on the other side, put his hands on the front of the car, summoned his scythe, poured his magic power into it and slashed away the three monsters blocking the way, and finally reached out to pick them up. He picked up the purple rose sword that even gnawed clean the bones, "If you don't cooperate, next time I will stab you into the anus of the monster."

Just kidding, your breasts are not small, but they don’t measure up at all. The purple rose pattern on the sword is squirming like it came to life, climbing up Brestin’s arm, absorbing all the breasts it had previously absorbed from her body. The magic spits back out.

The anxiety in Bresten's eyes, which "hoo" began to recover, disappeared and was replaced by confidence, and his fighting movements became more pleasing to the eye.

Sliding more gracefully, shuttling through the dense monsters.

A more heroic slash cut a group of monsters in half and knocked them away, clearing the road in front of them.

even,

Feng Mingming had already rushed out of the group of monsters, and he was about to make a 180-degree flick.

"Although killing evil dragons and demons is the intended goal in the script, it seems to be more interesting here."

Go back and eat them all

The black stream of light once again plunged into the group of monsters.

The flower of blood continues to bloom.

"Have you found the monster?" The dwarf uncle hiding at the mouth of the valley whispered to the elf who had returned from reconnaissance of the environment.

"No, there are no traces of Warcraft at all." The elf shook his head and expressed confusion about the mission destination. "It's really strange that this kind of blessed land-like terrain is not occupied by Warcraft. There is only an empty lair."

The vacant lair was Brestin's work, and the original monsters had been cleared away by her force; more than half a year had passed, and no new monsters had occupied the valley. This was only the result of Freya and the divine attendants responsible for this area. However, these things are not things that mortals should know.

Tonio asked impatiently: "Then can we go in and investigate?"

"Well, there is no problem anymore," the elf nodded. He was not a scholar. All he needed to know was that there were no Warcraft inside. "It's just that, Mr. Tonio, the so-called investigation"

"Ah." Tonio, who had just rushed into the small valley, stopped.

"It's not necessary at all," the elf shrugged, looking at the cocoa trees growing in the valley, "There are such trees everywhere here."

"It's really a cocoa tree." It's not a mutant cocoa tree from another world, but a cocoa tree from the earth that Tonio is familiar with. The fruits on the trunk all look exactly the same.

The side task of searching for cocoa beans has been completed. The host has obtained detailed instructions for the process of making cocoa powder from cocoa beans. The cocoa powder and chocolate options are now available in the system shopping mall and can be purchased at a lower price.

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