What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

Chapter 261-260- Cadres of the Demon King’s Army

Outside the border of the Forest Elf Kingdom, on the desolate plains.

It turned out to be a green grassland, full of vitality, with flocks of cattle and sheep.

But since the last demon wave struck, this place has become this desolate place, and there are still numerous demon bones buried here.

The blood of forest elves and demons dyed the soil here, giving it a dark red appearance. If they didn't say that this place was originally a grassland, no one would believe it.

At this moment, two figures stood on top of a boulder that the trebuchet had not had time to throw.

She has two curved goat horns on her head, and a small loving tail trailing behind her. Her long lilac-like lavender hair is gathered under a helmet, but no matter how tight the armor is, she can't hide her proud figure.

The other person was tall and burly, almost equivalent to the superposition of four Arethas. Both the height and width were quite outrageous, like a little giant.

He was wearing heavy jet black armor, and even his face was hidden under the ferocious helmet. Through the helmet, only a pair of scarlet and wide-open eyes could be seen. He was like a hungry wolf choosing to devour people, with a heavy back behind him. Holding a single-edged ax larger than a guillotine.

A deep and deep voice came from under his helmet:
"Areiyu, Your Majesty has issued a death order. There is no room for error in this battle. It must succeed. If it fails, you will have an unshirkable responsibility."

Alei's eyes flickered towards the distance where the enemy was, her red lips slightly opened:
"Tell your majesty that I will do my best to reassure him."

"You should keep this to yourself," the giant seemed to glance at the succubus: "Actions determine everything, including attitude."

"You are really serious, Yodon..."

This man is none other than Jotun, one of the cadres of the Demon King's Army. He was born in the Night Demon tribe and is the most powerful warrior among the Night Devils today. He is also known as Jotun of the Guillotine.

It is said that when he transforms into the Night Demon state and wields the giant ax on his back, the entire battlefield will be cleared of a vacuum area, and no one will be spared.

"Alayu, you are the trump card this time. Please proceed with caution and be sure to maximize your role."

Just as Alayu was about to reply, a figure suddenly appeared behind her. He hung his arms on Areu's shoulders as if they were two brothers, and swung them back and forth, which seemed a bit untruthful.

A slightly obscene head poked out with a stiff, enigmatic smile:
"Hey, Aretha, what are you two whispering about? Add me~"

"Get your dirty hands off Harris, don't make me take your hands off."

Ever since she got to know this guy, Alei had shown expressions of extreme disgust and disgust more than once or twice.

"Haha, just kidding, I'm just taking advantage of it. There's no need to take off one of my arms. It'll be troublesome to put it back on."

Harris, like the two of them, is a cadre of the Demon King's Army. He comes from the zombie tribe, no... to be precise, he is a zombie with intelligence and strength.

Just because she crawled out of the cemetery, and maggots would crawl out of her eyes from time to time, Aleia was so resistant.

He took a few steps back and walked out of Arei's attack range, and then continued to die:
"Alei, please don't put your mind on Yodun. Listen to my advice. You two are not suitable for your body shape and will easily burst. That will make me feel distressed, but I will still come and give it to you as soon as possible. We provide sewing services, so don’t worry~”

"you wanna die!"

He used hound steps to close the distance in an instant. The next second, the dragon-scale leather whip with full toughness was thrown out of the air, and it hit Harris hard with murderous intent.

Harris was so frightened that he froze on the spot, and the messy seaweed heads made his embarrassment even more prominent.

As we all know, summoners, a profession that only relies on summoned objects, have no ability to protect themselves.

If you can 'accidentally' kill a Demon King Army cadre at this time, it will be a bloody profit!Aleyu thought so.

However, at this moment, a gorgeous stabbing sword suddenly appeared in the path of the whip, and the whip flew out with a snap.

"Calm down Aleida, do you want to kill Harris?" A blond man with a face as pale as paper, a tall and thin figure, a classically handsome face from Western Europe, and wearing the attire of a noble from an unknown region stopped two people. among people.

Aleti smiled disdainfully: "I don't think killing this guy will take more than a day or two."

"I, Stewart, have been appointed by His Majesty as the commander-in-chief of this battle, so I will not allow any cadre of the Demon King's army to be lost before the war, at least for now."

Stewart is also one of the cadres of the Demon King's Army and the last cadre in this expedition. He comes from the Blood Demon Clan and can also be understood as a vampire in the conventional sense, but with fewer weaknesses, but a greater thirst for blood. To vampires.

"Hey-" Harris protested helplessly.

Aleida showed a cruel smile, pulled the whip with both hands, and made a "crack" sound.

"Really? Then I'll settle the score with you after the war is over. Believe me, I will definitely kill you before I get to the Demon King's City."

"The cadres must live in harmony, Aleia..." Stewart said helplessly as he put away his sword.

"A pervert like him should have been buried in the ground to rot!"

The four cadres of the Demon King's Army gathered here, and there were only two cadres left besides them.

One guards the base camp with the Demon King and is also the most loyal to the Demon King;

The other one has been missing for many years, saying that he went on a trip, but such an obscure cadre is the strongest among the six, second only to the Demon King himself.

Four of the six were dispatched at once, which was enough to see how seriously the Demon King attached himself to this battle.

Boom-boom-

At this time, the roar of giant cavalry trampling the earth came from behind them.

The army is approaching!
Yodun's eyes always fell on the distant land of forest elves:

"lets go."

Stewart nodded and spread out his bloody wings behind his back. At the same time, countless blood demons rose up from the vast legions.

A ball of bloody energy condensed in his hand, and then shot into the sky. Blood rain fell from the sky, drenching the faces of every demon warrior.

They stretched out their tongues to lick the scarlet liquid that flowed to the corners of their lips. The hot and warlike blood flowed faster, constantly stimulating their innate bestiality and desire for destruction.

"Fighting, joyful! So joyful!"

"Crush those little golden-haired butterflies! I'm going to tear their wings into pieces——"

"Meat! I want meat!"

Jotun jumped down from the boulder, and the ground seemed to tremble.

He opened his huge mouth and roared to the sky.

"Roar!!!"

The war has begun...

(End of this chapter)