After Becoming a Little Sister

The Great Demon King didn't know that his evaluation had been lowered by Alia.

Already downgraded from the Fugitive faction to the Cover-up faction by Arya, but that doesn't matter.

The important thing is that she found something unexpected...

"The astrologer wants to see me?" She sat in her small garden watching the bugs, and she didn't expect to welcome such a guest.

The alien astrologer is roughly equivalent to the tribal shaman Gul'dan in the game.

The other party does not have a corresponding race in the world of divine grace, and the Great Demon King's evaluation of her is very subtle - she is clearly a hybrid of human and alien species, but she has some extraordinary, even almost regular power.

It feels like the other party has some authority...

"Yes, the astrologer wants to see you, she said...she saw a different future."

"Well, invite her to come here." The big devil tidied up his clothes, wanting to meet this strange existence.

An astrologer dressed as a gypsy girl walked in with her own crystal ball in her arms. If anyone was around, they would probably recognize her as an astrologer—usually she would set up a stall in an amusement park on weekends. People calculate tarot cards, look at crystal balls, and play tricks.

The big devil was very polite to her, because she wasn't sure if the other party had seen through her plan, but before—at least before meeting her, the astrologer didn't say anything against her. That's why Prince Dracula Convinced.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, noble child of nature." The astrologer kept his posture low.

It would be better to say that she has a very low attitude towards everyone, even many people in the aliens don't know that she is an astrologer.

Who would have thought that the stingy old man who told fortunes on the street was really a fortune teller?These days, a really smart person doesn't have the aura to pretend to be a smart person.

Son of Nature... The big devil's pupils shrank suddenly, but his expression remained calm: "I don't know, Your Excellency the Astrologer, what do you want to tell me?"

"I saw the future—"

"...What kind of future?"

"The heavy rain poured down from the sky, Noah's Ark was drifting on the ocean, and the flying dragon was entrenched on the top of the castle..."

"Oh, such a future..." The Great Demon King didn't take it seriously, mainly because these 'visions' sounded too illusory and historical.

That is to say, there is nothing unusual about it. Old fortune-tellers often talk about bloody disasters. People say that Dayu controlled the floods and Noah’s Ark. Is there any difference?

"There is a sign written in Japanese on that castle." The astrologer looked at the Great Demon King: "And the fleet from another world appeared from behind the gate leading to the hometown."

"..." The big devil stopped holding the cup to his mouth, and the fresh picture was still in his mind, but his body had already reacted first: "Fleet?"

"Yes, a huge fleet is full of beings with extraordinary power, and their life radiance is as bright as stardust."

"Fleet...a huge fleet..." The Great Demon King seemed to have thought of something, his eyes gradually became serious: "Is there any more?"

"The dragon roared at the bow of the fleet, and the beasts with the head of the eagle and the body of the sphinx soared around the fleet. People like beasts raised their battle axes and sang war songs in foreign languages, and rushed towards the enemy bravely. The giant beasts as large as castles Destroying in the city, an indescribable shadow covers everything."

Griffin—a griffin?

Beast-like people... Beastmen...

The big devil put down his teacup, and after a few seconds of silence, he looked at the astrologer: "Did you tell Prince Dracula?"

"...No, I just told you so far."

"why?"

"Because in the future I see, there is no time when the alien species will re-emerge at the peak."

"..."

PS: Sneak attack!

PS2: continue tomorrow

Chapter 1387 1254.5 - Trek Fleet Cuckoo

When Alia was intensively preparing to kill.

When the big devil was making intensive preparations to send someone to kill Alia.

On the other side of the mountain and the other side of the sea, there is a group of Smurfs - the Trek fleet has found the weak point of space.

The tauren didn't talk about leaving the fleet. The orcs were still loyal. They drove the small patrol boats day and night, expanded the search area, and protected the fleet staying in place from the invasion of the sea kings. They paid a heavy price for this. the price.

—they're out of vacation!God!They don't even have a holiday!

Well, anyway, taking a vacation is not considered a holiday, so it's better not to let it go...

"To be honest, the sea beast was less than ten meters away from me at that time, but I pulled out its bone spur heroically, and then stuck it in its eye!"

A werewolf hung a leg in the infirmary, and told the nurse who changed his dressing how handsome he was at the time: "I flew up—"

"Then you fell into the water and were slapped by the opponent's tail more than ten meters high. When you fell, you accidentally broke your leg on the side of the boat."

A frivolous voice came from outside the door, with a little teasing: "There are sixty patrol boats, and you are the only one injured and sent to the hospital. How does it feel?"

"Hey——" the werewolf turned his head and saw his human partner, he couldn't help spreading his paws and said angrily, "Are you going to slander me once in front of every nurse?"

"Then you want to show off in front of every nurse that you pierced the sea beast's eye once?"

"But I really hit the nail on the head!"

"Yeah, if you are rolled up and put in front of the eyes of the other party, those eyes are bigger than yours. If you can't hit them, you will be blind."

The nurse next to him quickly changed the medicine and lifted his leg again: "Your heroic deeds have spread throughout the medical ship."

"really?"

"Fake—don't make trouble for us." The nurse patted his shaved and splinted back foot: "We've been very busy recently."

"No matter how busy you are, there is a time for rest. How about we have a meal? I have an officer's meal ticket in the cafeteria—hey! Beauty!"

His partner giggled beside him, watched the human nurse leave, pulled out a chair and sat down, and took out two ice creams: "Come on, I finally got it!"

"The wounded have their own quota of ice cream, well, I suspect you swallowed my share!"

"The wounded still have a quota of cigarettes. Do you dare to smoke on the hospital ship?"

"Ah, this..." The werewolf obediently licked the ice cream.

The heat dissipation of the pure-blooded orcs has always been a big problem. Ice cream is their favorite, and they like to eat it on weekdays.

As for the wounded, there is also a separate quota of fruit ice cream. In the vast sea, the fruit produced by the logistics ship is a real rarity.

"Speaking of which, the reason why the orcs joined the intelligent alliance was because of the good logistics?"

The werewolf licked the ice cream prpr, with a satisfied face, the fur on the wolf's kiss was covered with melted ice cream.

"No, my dad was one of the earliest soldiers of the Allied Forces of the Intelligent Species—oh, it was called the First Human Race Legion at that time, and they had a lot of logistics back then."

The human partner recalled the way his father taught him to endure hardships and stand hard work, and cleared his throat with a straight face: "When we crossed the miasma swamp, we ate up all the food! We ate belts! We ate bark. ! Then I got out of that desperate situation! The commander of the legion was reluctant to finish eating a belt by himself, so he divided it into three sections and ate it with his subordinates! Now that your living conditions are better, let’s go…”

As he spoke, he shrugged his shoulders: "My dad still scolds me when he sees that I have leftovers from dinner."

The werewolf slanted at him: "I want to scold you too, is it reasonable to have leftovers?"

So the human partner stopped talking. How satisfied the orc race is now with the life of being a soldier and eating food, how hard it was for them to herd in the past.

"Our life has only started to improve in our generation. Before the development of productivity and the explosion of alchemy technology, we were also suffering. At that time, we had to buy special tickets for a la carte and meat. It needs to be distributed, and it can only guarantee that it will not starve to death."

"What about the remaining resources?"

"It was used to fight against you—and to fight against hell and heaven, anyway, every day."

"Oh, that was the time when my dad and your dad fought." The werewolf recalled his life at that time and shook his head: "I was still young at that time, and I didn't feel much. When I remembered things, we Already joined the Wisdom Seed Alliance."

The productivity of the human species has exploded, making them quickly widen the gap with other races in both industry and agriculture.

The downward forced popularization of educational resources has made many human beings who had no way to enter the path of warriors have stronger productivity.

The reform of the top productivity, and the top combat power headed by the legion commander, were put into the wave of construction, which was the characteristic of the human race at that time.

In comparison, the most cutting-edge combat power of other races is still relying on their own strength to dominate and squeeze the bottom-level intelligent species.

The human race has already begun to work together to build a beautiful new home. The infrastructure changes every day. The advancement of large-scale alchemy technology has given birth to countless heavy-duty alchemy products, from tractors to self-propelled artillery, from reloadable small fireball staffs to The Kreber-style twelve-shot armor-piercing dragon rifle, they are rushing to change the world.

The reason why I can still lie here and eat ice cream is because I can trust my teammates on the battlefield, and I can trust logistics when I am off the line of fire.

If it was changed to the time when the Three Realms were in chaos, I should be lying in the gutter, waiting to be gnawed into bones by rats, and then crushed to become fertilizer for pastoral areas.

"I think the current state is pretty good, although it's a bit boring, but it's stable." The werewolf finished licking the ice cream and began to lick the fur of his paws: "If you find a space passage leading to the outside world, then go to Luluye I'm... I'm a little worried."

"fear death?"

"Are you afraid of it?"

"……afraid."

"Then are you going?"

"Go." The human partner looked over the werewolf's shoulder in a daze, looking at the fleet flag not far away: "Someone has to do something, do what they think is right... that's why we came here, Isn't it?"

"I'm here for the high salary!" The werewolf rolled his eyes: "They said that after participating in the expedition mission and returning smoothly, they can assign me a job in my hometown area, as well as additional special combat allowances - and priority qualifications for advanced studies, but Who knew that one year was promised, and now I have lost my way for three years. If I go back now, I will probably miss the age of further studies..."

"Is there an age limit for officer training?" The human partner frowned: "Why didn't I know? I don't remember it."

"Tsk—I mean I missed the age of those cute girls! Three years! The better I was, the better I became a junior, and now the seniors have all graduated!"

"What time do you have once a year again?"

"What period are you!" The werewolf staggered the topic angrily.

The annual period of the pure-blooded orcs was also one of the factors that made the expedition fleet plan to go back and forth within a year.

But now he is trapped at sea, and in that special period, he can only rely on the special alchemy puppets provided by the logistics ship during those days as a substitute.

The werewolf no longer wanted to recall the feeling when he was biting a piece of rotten fish. He felt that it was a psychological shadow that he needed to heal in his whole life!

Sometimes the expeditionary force is not so pure and iron-blooded, after all, the members of the expeditionary fleet are all flesh and blood members of various races.

Beastmen are more reckless than anyone else in fighting, but when they are free, they want a stable environment more than anyone else, and they want to set foot on land, even if they are trapped on a deserted island.

This kind of contradiction is probably the same as the fusion of "greed for life and fear of death" and "sacrifice one's life for righteousness" of human beings. Fear, but there are some things that must be done.

"Now the fleet is constantly promoting the good news. Yesterday's progress is that we have found the third space weak point. In theory, there are three passages leading to the outside world. If there is a space passage that can directly land, I may Going to be a scouting vanguard."

The human partner put the last bite of the cone into his mouth, mumbled: "When the time comes... Gulu... I won't have time to visit you by then, if I hang up, remember to go to St. Give me flowers at the hall, and you have to wear at least the general's clothes to save me, understand?"

The werewolf gritted his teeth: "Your dad can let you be a vanguard?!"