Dester is an eye demon, and the characteristics of this demon are revealed by his body structure. A big eyeball must have a particularly vicious look!

"Okay, don't persuade me." Evanson turned around and was about to leave now. "Let's go back first to accumulate strength and then make plans, and immediately counterattack when the crack changes."

It's no wonder that he had such a reaction, because as far as Evanson knows, demons like Eye Demon are usually responsible for reconnaissance and snooping in the legion, and can be said to be the leader in charge of intelligence. But this time he was completely infiltrated, and the lurking agent Agatha, who he had high hopes, had forgotten to do the job of the intelligence minister, and now he has directly brought people to himself.

At the best, this kind of thing is called dereliction of duty and ineffective work. At the worst, I believe it if you say Agatha has turned against him.

"No, everyone is here..." Agatha grabbed Evanson. "It's so troublesome this time, I'll get things done this time. At least look at their attitude."

"Then... OK." Evanson really agreed after being persuaded. This was not because his ears were soft, but because Agatha, the three-meter-high destruction devil mother, rushed up with six hands, tightly clenched Evanson from her shoulder to waist, and lifted him up directly. Let his two short legs rush in the air, and could not move forward in a single step.

"Miss Agatha, you brought old man over for this?" At this time, Dester suddenly spoke, his tone was so careless, as if he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

"Oh..." Evanson stopped struggling as if he had accepted his fate, turned around curiously, and saw Dester sighing slightly. The two tentacles on his chin were entangled, as if he had pinched a gesture. The big mouth with sharp teeth was just slightly opened and closed when he spoke, and his huge one-eyed eyes were half-closing, leaving only a small gap.

"Why are you sad and die?" "The evil traces and cracks are just passing by. The lord's throne will eventually return to dust. Why should I disturb my tranquility for such a thing?"

"This is...this..." Evanson was confused at once. Brother, I know you have big eyes, but I didn't expect you to see so wide? You don't have feet, and the road is not narrow at all!

And you look so fierce, but why do I look at you now and have a kind and solemn appearance? "I said... Agatha, he is... forget it, can you put me down first? I won't run away."

I am so adult at least, and I still lead hundreds of subordinates. I am just being held high by you in public. I don’t want to be faced?!

"I really won't run away?" Agatha bent her arm and pulled Evanson to her chest. She lowered her head and observed his eyes suspiciously, as if the other party would immediately kill him if there was a flash of light. "Make a letter!"

"Okay, I really won't run away!" Finally Agatha finally bent down and put Evanson back on the ground. "Although I know you have many weirdos in evil traces and cracks, I really can't understand this one."

Like the five ancestors in my family, they were all invited back from the evil traces and cracks. Taylor, who was addicted to variety shows and entertainment programs, the dedicated lily succubus salad, the hellhound Habs who was lazy to open the harem, the autistic orphan Void Walker Dumen, the only slightly better little devil, is also obsessed with the devil fusion tactics, that is really not a normal person.

But how can the eye demon in front of me give people the feeling that it is too Buddhist, just the kind that gives him a Bodhi tree and he can immediately become a different person.

"Dester, the intelligence manager here." Agatha explained. At that time, Evanson's guess was not different. "But with the front line, the enemy was gone, and you also know the personality of the Lord of the Abyss. That's really the stupidest, only stupider. They may not pay attention to intelligence work when fighting. It can be imagined when there is no war. Haermondas ignored Dest in various ways, and slowly he became like this."

Thinking about the intelligence manager Dester back then, he was also a well-known figure in this rift, in charge of the intelligence work of the cutting edge base of the Evil Scar Fracture, and he was a dedicated figure who completely regarded his work as his hobbies.

The biggest interest of this big eyeball is to peep, and its biggest hobby is to use his huge eyes to find potentially valuable targets, and then stare at him with a sharp look, which is destroyed by his vicious void gaze.

It can be said that he is really happy with this work. But good days are always over, the front line has shifted, and the lord ignores his love. Therefore, his interests and hobbies are not satisfied for a long time.

At the beginning, it was fine. There were no enemies and there were still people who could see them, but the evil traces and clefts were all the same people. They looked horizontally and vertically and turned around. They should be tired of seeing them in the past tens of thousands of years.

Therefore, he fell into a long-term manic state. At first, he was seriously anxious and mentally inconstrained and often distracted. Then he foamed at the mouth and twitched intermittently all over his body. Finally, he started talking nonsense. Please, just take a look, let me take a look!

Logically speaking, it is not far from self-destruction. Maybe one day he will suddenly be unable to think about it and plunge into the soul engine. But he did not embark on this path, but began to adjust himself with a strong desire to survive.

This is what he did, so he should be moved and endure. According to Agatha's introduction, "What does this guy say to seek pure enlightenment. He often sits in a cave for thousands of years, without saying anything or moving. If he hadn't had any taste, we would have thought he had died in it."

"You said that there is only such a person who has no sense of existence, who can notice him?"

"The only time he came out to show his presence was that it happened nearly two thousand years ago."

"What did he do two thousand years ago?" Evanson asked curiously.

"At that time..." Agatha brought a look of memories and remembered the situation at that time. "We don't know what happened, but we saw a circle of green roulettes suddenly appearing behind this guy's head. His eyes were closed with a smile and tentacles were entangled, and he slowly floated into the air, but when he floated to the highest point, the roulette suddenly exploded and fell down suddenly."

"Oh..." Dester sighed deeply, "Feign Demona... After all, I am not calm enough and I cannot realize that I cannot enjoy great freedom."

"Oh..." Evanson nodded in a vague way. You are going to ascend to the Arhat fruit in place, but you don't know who kicked you down after you're here.

"But...you already know what happened today." But Evanson's eyes then became sinister. "You still want to stay out of the matter? Are you not afraid that I will kill you to silence you?"

"Feling Demodoya..." Dester said calmly without any grief or joy, "It's just a stinky skin. If you want to kill, kill it."

"I am a warlock, aren't you afraid that I won't even leave my soul for you?"

"The soul will last forever and will eventually die, but sooner or later."

I will tell you that I want to love you, and that I should build a temple for you to burn incense and offer you. "Then...what I would say that after we seize this crack, we will reuse you again and take you to a brand new world, and there are countless new things for you to peek at?"

"Fevil Demono...you have a letter!" Dester's big eyeball suddenly widened. With this sentence, his heart of Tao was broken, and his cultivation of tens of thousands of years was destroyed! "The blazing holy fire burned my body, and I'm chasing with you!"

"Who do you want to die like this? My big eyes suddenly glared at me, he might die!" Dester's appearance was not as calm as before. Now it seems that he wished he could raise the Sword of Dawn immediately, lead the abnormal creatures, and build a huge empire!

It's done! Evanson walked to Dester, found a place that probably should be his ear, and whispered to him like this... and the other party nodded frequently.

"Since that's the case, the original plan remains unchanged." Evanson turned around and greeted everyone, "You can lurk here quietly first, and act immediately after seeing my signal."

Shif and Galiya first arranged the task, and then asked in confusion, "What is the signal?"

"You will understand when you see it." Evanson said secretly, then looked at Agatha. "Now our biggest enemy should be Halemondas, so please inform me and let me meet this former lord."

"Don't I take you there?" Agatha asked in confusion.

"No need." Evanson shook his head.

"Then what name are you going?" Agatha asked again.

"Tribute." Evanson reached out and took out two huge nanmu suitcases from his backpack and shook them, with a strange smile on his face.

At this time, the orthodox lord of the evil scar rift, Helmondas was staying motionless in his deformed and ugly fortress. His weapon was thrown aside at random. Two huge bat wings behind him tightly wrapped his upper body. As her body fluctuated, there were bursts of huge snoring sounds, and it was obvious that he was sleeping.

But just when he was sleeping the most peacefully, his wings suddenly opened, and the evil flames on his head and dorsal fins burned rapidly. There were a pair of wide eyes on his ugly face. However, what was even more incredible was that there was a trace of fear in his eyes as the demon of the Abyss Lord.

There is no way. Since Haermondas usually has nothing to do, in fact, he can't do anything with his brain, so he can only spend time with his deep sleep, but he always dreams when sleeping. Although the Lord of the Abyss is too small, he cannot avoid the vulgarity.

Haermondas dreamed just now that Lord Kiljadan finally knew the pig with a keen eye... This word should be correct. He decided to mobilize his powerful self from this place where the bird does not shit to fight on the front line.

He was extremely happy and immediately set off with the best weapons and equipment in the entire rift. Lord Kiljadan praised his strength and generously rewarded himself with three different mount reins and an orange light. Although he could not use these things, they represented the adults' favor for him, so he accepted them.

After I arrived at the world called Azeroth, Kilgadan was entrusted with an important task to guard the vent of an important legion. I was next to the white stone with mysterious runes on the vent, waiting to come to the door to kill the enemy. Then five guys in strange clothes appeared, and I immediately shouted, Hum, the enemy of the legion... and then, there was no more.

Well... Haermondas touched his head irritably. As the saying goes, there are thoughts and dreams at night. He decided to officially retire tomorrow and submit a report to ask to be sent to the front line.

Staying in this boring place really has nothing to do. I am only interested in killing and blood. This rear base where birds do not shit really makes me lose interest. Fortunately, I don’t have to manage those complicated management tasks myself.

This is thanks to his ability to destroy the devil's mother Agatha. Although this guy is not tall, his body is thin, and he has two ineffective huge meat balls on his chest, he looks so ugly but he claims to be elegant. But he has to admit that they have certain management skills, which may be the way for the weak to survive.

After entrusting the crack to her, she was still in order and had no trouble, but she always annoyed herself with trivial matters, which made her very upset. However, some time ago, her mind finally got enlightened and took over the daily affairs of the base. She was completely quiet and could have a good sleep.

However, I don’t know why, but I always feel that there are fewer people around me. But after counting them over my toes and fingers, I found that sixteen... Oh my fingers have been used up, and then... seventeen, then twenty-eight, thirty-nine, fifty, well... it seems that there are quite a few, and there are more than before. Since that's the case, there is nothing to worry about.

"Lord!" Just as Haermondas was about to go back and take a look, Agatha's holographic image suddenly appeared in front of him, as if he had something to ask for advice.

"So what's wrong? Didn't you say don't bother me?" Haermondas roared dullly. I just finished praising you, you're enlightened, why are you upsetting me again?

"Well..." Agatha's image shook for a moment, looking a little scared. This performance made Haermondas feel happy. "What's the matter? Let's talk about it now?"

"It was the little warlock who came, and he said there was a tribute to you." Agatha said carefully in a whispery voice, "but if you don't want to see him, I'll send him back."

"He is not dead yet? Forget it." Haermondas held his chin with his big hand for a while. Although his mind was not good and his mathematics was a bit bad, only one warlock would come in the entire evil crack, so he still knew who it was. "Let him come to my fortress!"

Let’s take a look. This warlock with an abnormal brain has been here for tens of thousands of years. He is also the only soul crystal supplier in the entire rift. Since he traded his own blood, he hasn’t been here for a long time. He thought he had died long ago, but he didn’t expect that he was still alive. With his brain, he is really a miracle of evil energy!

So whether you are thinking about this tribute or want to witness this miracle with your own eyes, you must meet him.

When I walked to the huge circular platform inside and outside the bag, I saw that my most powerful and powerful guards had surrounded the warlock in the middle. The warlock also bent down slightly to show his due respect.

"You are here again." Haermondas walked slowly over with heavy steps. "Well... you actually dare to appear in this form. It seems that you are much more courageous!"

In Haermondas' impression, Evanson used to come here in the form of a projection of longing, but this time it appeared in the form of a physical body.

"I came here to offer sacrifices this time. If I do it in the form of a thought body, it would be a little disrespectful." Evanson bowed slightly and said.

"Haha..." Beyond going to bed, the compliments of the weak have now become one of the few funs of Haermondas. "You are not afraid that I will eat you in one bite!"

"You don't hit the smiley man, Lord Lord." Evanson smiled and squatted down slowly, putting the two boxes on the ground. "Let me show these tributes first."

"Okay." Haermondas smiled uglyly. In fact, he could not wait. "What have you brought? Two boxes of high-quality soul crystals?"

"The things I brought are indeed of high quality..." Evanson opened the box, reached out and pressed it into each other a few times, and then suddenly pushed the box down with a fierce force, "surprisemotherfaker!"

After saying that, Evanson's figure disappeared, and Haermondas was a little confused, so he heard the two boxes dripping.

boom!
Chapter completed!