Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

The next day.

Zi Mo and Glenn took a carriage into the city hidden in the foggy ruins.

The people here seemed to be made of mist, their bodies were illusory, and there was not much talking. Although there were quite a few of them, there was no lively atmosphere.

Glenn's perception has been scanning the city continuously since he entered it. The structure of this city is worth studying, and Glenn is very interested.

The carriage did not move very fast in the city because it had to abide by the rules here.

As the only outsider, some of the relatively extroverted citizens of the Misty Castle would cast curious glances at the carriage.

The Purple Demon is familiar with the Lord of the Mist, and there will be people to greet you when you walk into the center of the city.

It was a chariot pulled by three fog monsters that looked like dragons. A knight was standing on the chariot. When the chariot stopped, he saluted the carriage.

"That's not a dragon, it's a monster created by the Lord of the Mist himself. It's not even as powerful as my warhorse."

The Purple Demon smiled and turned his head to say something to Glenn.

"I can see that this Lord of the Mist seems to be a face-loving person." Glenn shrugged.

The Purple Demon got out of the carriage and said a few words to the knight who came to greet him. After returning, the carriage followed the chariot.

The residence of the Lord of the Mist is not built directly in the city center, but suspended in the air, and is decorated with many confusing formations. It is said that he is afraid that the knights will come and kill him.

The chariot and carriage stopped in a circular square, and the knights on the chariot made several gestures to the sky.

With the sound of several huge stones rubbing against each other, the circular plaza gradually rose up. It turned out to be a magic elevator.

The layers of formations opened, and a magnificent palace that was totally out of place with the style of the misty ruins came into Glenn's sight.

"This palace once belonged to a powerful kingdom. When that kingdom was about to fall, the Lord of the Mist stole the palace."

The Purple Demon explained again.

Glenn nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the strange energy layer surrounding the palace. That energy layer could imitate all weather and scenery, and it was cloudy at this time.

"This Lord of the Mist seems to be quite arrogant." Glenn said suddenly.

"I guess it won't be like that in a while." The Purple Demon smiled and shook his head.

Before coming, Glenn had already discussed with Purple Demon that if the Mist Lord had a bad attitude, he would be beaten up. Although Purple Demon had some friendship with the other party, he was not at the point where he could help dissuade Glenn.

The carriage gradually entered the palace. Glenn seemed to hear laughter and asked:

"It seems the Lord of the Mist is holding a party?"

The purple demon frowned, "This guy doesn't seem to have many friends, why would he hold a party?"

He opened the curtain and asked the Misty Knight who was accompanying him, "What is your lord doing now?"

The knight did not hide it and said, "The lord is having a party with his friends."

"When did it make friends?"

"A year ago, there were several people from the area near the Misty Ruins. They were about the same strength as the lords and often held such gatherings together."

The knight said it softly and there was no reaction, as if it was not a secret.

The Purple Demon lowered the car curtain and looked at Glenn, "When I left, there was no powerful being near the Misty Ruins."

It was just a reminder, and Glenn nodded to show that he knew.

The carriage stopped and the two men got off, watching the guarding mist soldiers lead the carriage away.

Only then will a truly prestigious host come out to greet you.

A monster covered with sharp spikes came with heavy steps. It just glanced at Glenn, then its eyes fell on the Purple Demon. It bowed slightly and said:

"This is the powerful Purple Devil, right? Hello, I am the new steward of the Lord of Mist. I am sorry to come to greet you just now, but the Lord is busy entertaining his friends."

"Where is the lord's old butler?" the purple demon asked directly.

"The old butler has died in an accident. Mr. Zimo, don't worry too much. The lord will explain everything to you. Please follow me."

The two followed the new butler into the lively banquet.

The moment he stepped into the hall, the noise disappeared and several vigilant glances were cast over.

Glenn took a casual glance and described them as "a bunch of monsters".

The things in this banquet are all strange monsters. With Glenn's current knowledge, he can only recognize a few of them.

Even if there are only a few, he basically knows the origins of all the existences here.

All of them are special existences that bring harm to the mainland.

Among them was an old acquaintance, the Swamp King, the giant toad who had escaped from Glenn. His body had shrunk a lot now, and he was soaking in a pool of foul-smelling mud, looking at this place with curiosity and vigilance.

The Swamp King did not recognize Glenn because he was in werewolf form the last time they met.

"Purple Demon! You're finally here! Our party has already started for a long time! We've been waiting for you!"

A voice that sounded like the overlapping of many different people was heard, and it was a foggy monster wearing tattered aristocratic clothes and with a body as fat as a ball.

The other party turned into a puff of smoke and appeared in front of Zi Mo, about to give Zi Mo a hug.

But under the cold gaze of the Purple Demon, he withdrew his hand awkwardly.

This is the Lord of the Mist. Glenn recognized him at the first sight. His features were too obvious, and no one else here was worthy of this title.

The Mist Lord smiled awkwardly twice, then enthusiastically introduced himself again:

"My good friend, let me introduce you to the new friends I made this year! That one is the Green-fanged Giant Lizard King, that one is the Cursed Soul Eater, and that one is the Swamp King..."

The Purple Demon looked at the monsters and goblins introduced one by one, his brows furrowed more and more.

After all the introductions were completed, the Lord of Mist asked with a smug look on his face:

"How is it? Are you shocked? I didn't expect that I would meet so many beings with similar strength to us, right? Come here quickly, we have a lot of things to discuss..."

The purple demon dodged the other person who wanted to pull his hand, and said coldly and rudely:

"Lord, I am not in the mood to make friends with this rabble. They are a bunch of dirty and smelly guys who will only make me do evil! Not everyone is qualified to be my friend!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell into deathly silence, and the air grew colder by the second.

Glenn glanced at the Purple Demon and was only slightly surprised for a moment. He usually got along so well with the Purple Demon that he had forgotten what kind of personality the Purple Demon had.

"Purple Demon, you shouldn't talk like that." The Mist Lord's face no longer had the enthusiasm he had just had, and he completely collapsed.

"I don't need your advice on how to speak. If I hadn't received your kindness here, I wouldn't have become your friend. But now..."

The Purple Demon glanced at the group of unfriendly monsters and said, "I don't want to lower my status!"

"It seems that this glamorous gentleman is deliberately looking for trouble." A monster named Cursed Soul Eater exuded a strong curse aura and said in a vicious voice with its crisscross fangs exposed.