Righteous Angry Hunting Demon

Compared with the crushing game here with Her Lady Queen, and the unparalleled game here with the Dawn Blade Knights.

It's a little more troublesome to the east.

Because there are too many people, it is troublesome to set up an ambush, not to mention that they themselves have established a simple protective camp similar to Iron Guard Ambition.

Although it feels that there is actually no "professional" iron guard ambition.

But I don't know if those demons didn't tell these cultists, or these cultists have been on the side of Juanze City for too long.

Extremely undisciplined, there is no discipline at all, and the vigilance is too low.

Just when Lin Yun and the others dealt with the deformed demons, the Devil May Cry Army reached the vicinity of South Street.

Fortunately, those demons are not vigilant, plus. . . . . Too many ghosts.

Don't forget, the Devil May Cry Army now has more devil-born troops in Zecheng, even more than its own regular army.

Therefore, these members of the Salvation Army just wore the same equipment as before, walking in with a big swagger.

Look at so many people from the Salvation Army.

The demon who guarded the gate outside the camp didn't even ask, just glanced at it, and then sat on the side, as if going to sleep.

This made the Salvation Army not know how to complain.

However, looking at the appearance of these demons reminded them of the past.

Didn't they all look like this before?

At this time, they couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Under Xiao Jin's "teaching", they learned what it means to be alive, then to live with dignity, and finally to be stronger than those who once looked down on them or even discriminated against them. In the respect of the other party, live.

Everything depends on comparison.

If you have any different ideas about this way of living before, you should even say that you are used to it.

Now, under such a strong contrast, they feel that it is better not to have this kind of living.

So one by one, my heart became even more determined.

When you walk in, you can see that the army here on South Street seems to be divided into two troops.

One troop is the heretics of Descari, and the other troop is the troop of pure demons.

"Boss Voljiv, what should we do?" Among the crowd surrounded, Iraks asked Woerjiv, who was probably the least likely to be a member of the demon army.

Of course, if I really want to say it, as a former cultist, he is just a human being, ahem.

"Perhaps...hehe, I probably have a solution." Voljiv smiled slightly as he looked at the two barracks as if the river did not interfere with the well water.

It may be because of "listening" to Lin Yun's stories too much, and Woerjiv himself prefers these troublesome things.

So at this time, Voljiv said, "Think about it, what would Boss Dante do at this time?" He said with a mysterious and mysterious smile on his face.

"Boss Dante? Oh, I thought of it..." Iras is obviously not a good guy himself.

So at this moment, the two of them looked at each other and smiled.

"To sow dissension." The two said at the same time, and then smiled at each other.

Just how exactly should this be done?

Woerjiv thought about it for a while, and suddenly his face became bitter.

The problem now is that they just come in by skin, but don't actually know anyone, in a situation like this.

In the absence of "attention", even wandering the streets like this will not be a problem.

But once the battle is involved, maybe it will be investigated, and then if you take a closer look, you will find, um, why haven't I seen you.

Then it's gg.

The two suddenly became distressed.

If there is enough time, they can still do it a little bit, but for now.

The army is outside, ready to attack at any time.

"Let's fight hard, maybe we can take advantage of this opportunity to get something." Woerjiv said.

"So have you thought of any way?" Iras frowned.

"Let's play cards," Waljiv said with a smile.

"I see." Iras's eyes lit up slightly.

Even among normal armies, playing cards is allowed.

After all, the army cannot be required to have no entertainment at all, and stay in the camp all day, whether it is a prisoner or a soldier.

But on the other hand, playing cards is also the most busy activity in the army.

Especially when it comes to gambling. . . . .

So the two looked at each other and smiled, and then both of them told the cronies around them about it.

All of these people used to be happy people.

How could it be possible not to do such an interesting thing.

So with Voljiv's constant additions, the plan was soon implemented.

First of all, Voljiv, the only one who knew how to transform himself, turned into a human, and then went into the camp of the cultists and asked someone to borrow money.

As for Irras, he was turned into a demon by the transformation technique.

There is no way, because borrowing money requires some skills, and Iraqs can't do it at all, so Woerjiv can only play in person, otherwise he, who used to be a cultist, is the best choice.

"Hey, brother, do you have any money? I want to borrow some." With his usual, rebellious and slightly playful smile, Woerjiv said.

"Who are you?" Voljiv's appearance obviously made the cultist frowned slightly.

"It's like this. I just found a fish. That guy is too stupid to play cards, but I'm afraid I'll knock him away right away, so I want to borrow some money, hehehe, to make it bigger." Woerjiv rubbed Pointing fingers, said with a smile.

"Fish? Who is it?" The cultist frowned slightly, but was a little curious.

"Ah, I don't know either. I just met them today. They are those bastards." Voljiv shook his head in the distance.

"I don't know? Don't you mean those **** who surrendered to those **** crusaders?" The cultist frowned slightly.

"Then I don't know, but, I heard from him, it seems to be soldiers from the other side of the Guardian Canyon." Voljiv scratched his head, looking very distressed.

"He came from the Guardian Canyon? It seems that he came back to have some fun." The cultist smiled disdainfully.

"Then I don't know, but, do you know? On him, I found a treasure." Voljiv said in a "whispered" voice with very exaggerated movements.

Some cultists around looked at Voljiv's exaggerated action language and became curious for a while.

began to surround them.

As for this, Voljiv subconsciously showed a smug smile. "Hey, those **** soldiers who came back from the Guardian Canyon, someone has a valuable necklace, are you interested? I want to borrow some money from you, and then get that necklace back. At that time, five of us How about five cents?"

"Get it back? How are you going to get it?" A cultist who surrounded him asked curiously.

"Of course it's playing cards in our most traditional way." Woerjiv said flamboyantly, and at the same time, in his words, he also acquiesced that they were his own.

Although these cultists said that they felt that Voljiv was very strange, they basically didn't know his feelings.

But seeing Woerjiv's familiar look, and the fact that he had nothing to do recently, he was almost not vigilant, so he didn't pay much attention.

"How much is that necklace worth?" A cultist asked curiously, with a hint of greed in his eyes.

"Then I don't know, but it's worth at least this amount." As he spoke, Voljiv stretched out a few fingers, expressing his meaning in slang.

Some of the heretics who could understand the slang immediately exclaimed, "2000 gold coins?"

"What? So many 2000 gold coins?"

Hearing the price, the others also exclaimed.

After all, they are just a group of miscellaneous soldiers, which is not a small number.

"Then, if you get it, how do you plan to sell it, and then how to divide it." The cultist was clear, but his eyes were full of greed.

"How about this, I will only borrow 2,000 gold coins, and after the matter is completed, I will return the principal to you. After I find a chance to sell that necklace, I will give you 20% of the interest. How about it? If you don't believe me, You can even sell necklaces with me." Woerjiv said methodically.

These cultists looked at each other, and they also felt that this attention seemed to be okay.

"In this case, I have 120 gold coins here."

"I borrow 230 gold coins."

"Why do you have so much money, I will borrow 50 gold coins."

Each of these cultists took out the money bags in their pockets and started yelling.

In this way, Voljiv soon collected 2,000 gold coins, and some guys even kept persuading Voljiv for the 20% interest, "If you only give 2,000 gold coins, how can they bet with you? It needs to be higher, as long as the opponent bets and wins in one breath."

"Yes, yes, yes, you are right." What else could Woerjiv say.

If you say yes, then so be it.

So just like that, he abruptly scraped together nearly 4,000 gold coins.

I have to say that these cultists still have some money.

"Wait, I suddenly thought of a question, what if you lose?" It's just that there will inevitably be some rare and shrewd cultists.

In this regard, Voljiv is also very helpless, but it is finally expected.

His hand lit up, and then a card appeared in the palm of his hand. Everyone could see that it was a king.

Immediately afterwards, Voljiv let go of his hand, and the king turned into a 3 of diamonds.

Then, it was released again. This time, one card turned into six cards, and it was a straight flush of spades~www.readwn.com~ Most of these cultists are only good at fighting, so naturally it is impossible for Wall Giff this. . . . . Professional professional.

Watching Woerjiv's performance, everyone felt that this game was a win, and their morale rose.

In this way, with a pile of gambling money, Voljiv came to the camp of the demons with arrogance.

According to the plan, Iraqs played cards with a few younger brothers there, and it was obvious that those younger brothers looked crazy, while Iraqs looked triumphant.

It looks like Iraqis won quite a bit.

And in order to "monitor" Woerjiv, those cultists naturally came with Wojiv.

The demons in the demon camp were a little curious when they saw so many "humans" coming.

then. . . . . A strange situation appeared on the battlefield in this way.