Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

Succubus is also a kind of demon. Their appearance looks like women with wings and tails. Some have horns on the top of their heads. In contrast, there are male night demons. The demons created them in the first place. The motivation may not be for war, but for sex toys, so succubi and night devils are not powerful in themselves, but are known for their sexy and beautiful appearance and ability to seduce people.

However, in the subsequent war of gods and demons, they also played a huge value beyond being entertained, such as spying on intelligence, instigating enemy personnel, or rewarding meritorious subordinates.

The meaning of existence of a succubus is to satisfy any sexual fetishes and desires of the owner, so a mature succubus can also temporarily change into the appearance of other people, only people who are very close and familiar, or powerful mages can tell the difference. -- "Feno Continental Encyclopedia · Humanoid Creatures"

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Firth watched the group of Templars running downstream, still a little worried: "They have hounds with them. What if they find us after finding the bridge and crossing the river later?"

"It's okay, I will cross the river again when they have worked so hard to get here." Evandel walked upstream along the river bank.

"I like this idea." Fiers found it interesting just imagining the faces of the pursuers who were about to vomit blood.

Avondel is very appetizing to him in terms of ability, brains, and behavior, but for some reason, he refuses to take him in, leaving him in vain. This is the first time Phils has seen such a person, and he only hopes He was able to make the other party change their mind before the mage chased him away.

Knowing that Avondel likes to be quiet, Phils kept silent for a while, and just opened the way in front of him silently, but it didn't take long for him to feel bored, thinking whether he should use his sweet-talking skills, Say something amused to liven up the atmosphere, but Avondel suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter, have they caught up?"

The movement of the armored Templars sounded as obvious to Fiers as a marching band beating drums, but he heard nothing now.

Evandel didn't answer him, but just sighed: "It's really troublesome..."

Phils looked at him inexplicably, until his ears caught some unpleasant movements.

Some professional lurkers had quietly surrounded them at some point, and now the encirclement is shrinking.

Under Fiers' horrified eyes, a dark elf came out from the shadows of the bushes, a woman he was very familiar with, with a hot figure and beautiful appearance, with a dagger and long sword pinned to her belt, and a scepter in her hand. How long has it been since Phils can still remember the snake head whip, and the plump lips painted in bright red are slightly raised, revealing a wicked smile: "Why, you don't know me after a few days?"

"Demila..." Firth involuntarily stiffened when he saw this person.

"Are you acquainted?" Evandel folded his arms and looked at the circle of dark elves surrounding him. They seemed to grow out of thin air from the shadows of the bushes, approaching silently, if they weren't flying on the treetops Natalie found them, and Evandel was probably shot without knowing who did it.

"Tsk tsk, look who this is, the target of our mission, a mage who should have been buried under the Great Rift." Demila answered Avondel's question in place of Fiers, "It seems that my little boy has not yet I introduced you to you, I am the leader of the 'Blood Spider', Demila of the Undercity."

Evandel nodded: "It's an honor."

"I'm here to pet my disobedient little boy." Demila rolled her eyes maliciously at Phils, causing another layer of cold sweat to break out on Phils' back, " Although you are our assassination target and caused us to lose a lot of manpower, the task has been completed once, and I don't want to cause unnecessary trouble for the reward that is not commensurate with the task. Don't be troublesome, I will Treat it as if you have never seen you, otherwise we can kill you once, and we can kill you a second time."

Fiers dreamed of getting out of the control of the "Blood Spider", and even made up his mind to die for it, but he himself didn't know that he could be so scared when things came to an end, thinking that life would be worse than death if he was caught back Due to the torture, Phils even lost the courage to resist, so he could only look at the mage without any hope, and said in a voice that only he could hear, "Please..."

Evandel folded his arms in a relaxed posture and looked at Demila with a smile: "Are you threatening me?"

"Isn't what I said clear enough?" Demila pinched her waist with one hand, raised her chin arrogantly and said, "Of course I'm threatening you, human, get out of the way, I don't have much patience."

"Very good." Evandel spread out his hands, "I've always been afraid of trouble."

Under the desperate eyes of Phils, he continued: "So I am more inclined to solve the problem once and for all, for example, kill you."

"Damn it, shoot!" Demila ordered loudly in the dark elf language, and the dark elf assassins who had already aimed at them pulled the triggers of the crossbows one after another, but Evandel raised his hand, and the river next to him was like An arm made of water grew, and a large stream of water suddenly rushed between Avondel and the dark elf assassins, and instantly turned into ice.

The nearly ten-meter-long ice wall froze into a splashing semi-arc, protecting Evandel and Phils inside, and the ice ridges branched out one by one, and some shot fast. The crossbow arrows were even frozen in the middle of the ice.

"Hurry up and break the ice, don't let them run away!"

As soon as the dark elf assassins got close to the ice wall, they saw a small spark floating over the top of the ice wall, and then suddenly burst into a dazzling glare.

"Do you think we'll fall into the same pit three times?" Demila's sarcastic voice came from the other side of the ice wall, but then the voice began to cough, "Ahem...uh...what is this? Smelly!"

The mage cast three instant magic spells in a row, and was almost exhausted, especially the ice wall spell. Even in a place with plenty of water by the river, freezing so much water at once would almost drain his magic power. .

He cast a levitation spell on himself with the last of his magic power, then walked towards the river, and looked back at Fiers: "What are you still doing in a daze? Swim over quickly."

Phils jumped into the water as if he had just woken up from a dream. Halfway through the swim, he heard horses neighing and dogs barking far behind, as well as the Templars shouting: "Kill these evil races, kill them!" kill them!"

"Let the hounds follow the smell to find them, and don't let them go!"

"And that mage, where did he go?"

"It's too messy here, kill these dark elves first!"

Phils swam more quietly and carefully, and the waves he created were not even much bigger than a duck.

He understood the mage's intentions, the Templars and the Dark Elves wanted to kill them, but the Templars and the Dark Elves were sworn enemies, the flash technique just now was not for blinding the Dark Elf's eyes - of course, if it could Blind is better, but to show the Templars the way.The stinking cloud technique is not only to stop the actions of the dark elves, but also to mark them, so that the hunting dogs brought by the Templars can find them one by one.

Moreover, if the hound keeps chasing an overly strong smell, its nose will be abolished, and it will probably not be able to help the Templars track down the whereabouts of the mage for a long time to come.

When Phils climbed onto the shore dripping wet, before he had time to express his gratitude and admiration to Avondel, the mage first asked, "Since she is the leader of 'Blood Spider', if we can kill her here, Is it possible to solve the 'Blood Spider' problem once and for all?"

"Theoretically speaking, the 'Blood Spider' has made many enemies in the Undercity, and its manpower has been severely damaged recently. If the leader dies, other forces will soon take the opportunity to clean them up." Phils recalled The woman still has lingering fears, "But Demila is fierce, cunning, and scheming. After so many years of turmoil, the Templars may not be able to kill her. As long as she escapes back to the Undercity, she will always have a way to recover." Come back to life and then lurk in the dark every night looking for a chance to slit our throats."

"Don't underestimate these Templar knights, they are the most professional hunters in the church." Avondel's attitude was no longer as relaxed and calm as before, "I'm afraid we have to go faster."

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Demila crawled out of a quagmire, and while pulling out the leech that was sucked on her body, she cursed the damn rebel and the mage who killed a thousand swords with the most vicious words she could think of.

The Templars they recruited killed all the good men she brought out. Although she ordered to disperse and retreat as soon as she heard the movement, the mage used magic to leave a lingering stench on them. It was an indescribable stench, as strong as if a hundred skunks had bathed them with their scent glands, it was so disgusting that it was suffocating, let alone the Templars with their hounds with a keen sense of smell Well, even a normal human with a salted fish strapped under his nose can smell where they go.

Amidst the screams of her subordinates being chased by the hounds one by one, Demila fled into a swamp in embarrassment, plunged into a foul-smelling quagmire, and completely buried herself in it.

She held her breath in the mud layer for several minutes, until the sound of barking approached and disappeared, and she quietly exposed her face to breathe a little air.

Not long after, the Templars went back and searched again. Demila escaped the arrest with amazing endurance and patience, and then climbed out of the mud pit.

She is in a panic now, the mud soaked in her clothes makes her unable to breathe, she takes off the leather armor that is covered in mud and still stinking and throws it on the ground as she walks, revenge is a matter of time, now she just wants to hurry Find a place to take a shower and return to the Undercity.

Suddenly there was a slight sound in the treetops, and the leader of the "Blood Spider" tightly held the remaining dagger, looking in that direction vigilantly, and found a bat flying from the treetops.

It's just a bat—she reassured herself, but then her eyes widened in horror.

She remembered that the mage's magic pet was a bat.

However, just when she thought of this, a sharp claw pierced her unprotected thin back, pinching her heart at once.

Demila could only let out a "uh uh" sound from her throat. She desperately turned her head to see what attacked her. Under the dim moonlight, she saw two long spiral horns , with wavy curly red hair, a woman with a more beautiful appearance than her slowly stretched out the fleshy wings on her back, and looked at the dying dark elf with a smile.

"My master asked me to say hello to you on his behalf." The succubus who appeared in the human world said so, crushing the heart in his hand.