The next day came quickly.
It seemed that the Succubus commander had temporarily changed the battle plan and was ready to reduce the scale of the battle. They planned to send people to attack a small stronghold of the Gnoll King Yeenoghu on the Ten Thousand Abyss Plain. After removing this stronghold, they would conduct the next test. For this sudden change of plan, the other demons basically had no objection. Only Sauron could not help but frown as he felt that there seemed to be something wrong. Yesterday, it seemed like they were launching a large-scale attack, but today, they were only probing on a small scale. Something must have happened.
The commander of the demon army was a Glabrezu.
A powerful demon with a challenge rating of about 15, with 31 points of strength and constitution!
The Glabrezu had sharp violet eyes and dark brown and black skin. It was about five meters tall when it stood, and its weight was more than 5500 pounds. This demon liked to deceive rather than fight, but its ability should not be underestimated because it was a powerful demon that was proficient in Cleave, Advanced Cleave, Multi-Strike, Fierce Attack, and other abilities. It could be said that even Sauron's main body would have to spend a little effort to deal with it.
Because it was a super-large Glabrezu, its basic life was 18 points.
If Sauron did not intend to change the form of a demon, then it could also accumulate strength to evolve into a small, medium, or large Dretch. In this case, its vitality would continue to increase, and its basic life would increase little by little. This was how the Mother of Worms was born. As a super-large Abyss Worm, the Mother of Worms' basic life was as high as 36 points, and it was quite difficult to kill it!
The evolution of the body would increase one's attributes, but there would also be a corresponding punishment.
Because the larger the body, the slower the movement, and the slower the reaction speed, but the strength attribute would be significantly increased.
Sauron's demon army was sent to the battlefield.
The Glabrezu commander's deputies were five Vrocks and some Hezrou. Sauron was surprised to find that there was no trace of Succubus, which made his heart skip a beat!
"Something is wrong!"
Sauron quietly took a step back and murmured, "As the demon army of the Succubus Queen, there is no Succubus in this battle!"
"Could it be?! … "
"We're just cannon fodder? Or is it a bait to lure the enemy? "
Demons were simple-minded.
At least, most demons were affected by their chaotic nature. They were not as cunning as demons. In front of Sauron was a group of excited hezrou, as if they were very happy to have a battle and did not realize how dangerous their situation was!
There was something strange about all of this.
Sauron was even more certain that they were bait, but he did not know what the Succubus Army's backup plan was.
The demon army soon set off.
The Glabrezu walked at the front like a giant. Behind them were some Vrocks. Because of their physique and natural fighting ability, the Hezrou had always been the vanguard of the demon army. They were the best cannon fodder. A Hezrou could attract enough firepower in battle.
Behind them were large groups of Dretches, Quasits, and Abyssal Lurkers. These low-level demons were basically useless!
A single Hezrou could easily slaughter hundreds of thousands of low-grade Fiends.
The march did not last long.
The demons did not seem to have any military orders. They only received two orders, one was' Attack 'and the other was' Retreat '.
Sauron walked at the back of the team.
He could not understand the demons' thoughts at all because some demons were happy because of the arrival of the battle, and some demons were frightened because of the arrival of the battle.
— — "Since ancient times, chaos has always produced fools!"
Sauron was now mixed in with a large group of fools. He did not know what kind of battle would happen next.
If the situation was not right, he planned to find a chance to slip away.
Soon.
An army camp appeared in front of them. Sauron thought that they would have some kind of tactical plan, but in fact, he was overthinking it. With the roar of 'attack', the Hezrou rushed forward with a roar. Sauron really wanted to give them some useful tips, but he knew that as a Dretch, if he dared to do so, he would only be trampled to death by the high-grade Fiends.
A stench filled the air.
The Hezrou turned on their natural ability. They looked like frogmen monsters. During the battle, their skin would secrete a stinky gas. Any enemy close to them must undergo a compulsory test of immunity. Otherwise, even demons would be affected by the 'nausea' effect.
This kind of top-level cannon fodder was really ugly!
A group of crazy chaotic fools fought together. As a result, they could only fight head-on. The Hezrou rushed to the front as the vanguard, followed by the Dretches with small arms and legs, and other low-grade Fiends. The Glabrezu commander was not in a hurry to fight in person, and the other middle-grade Fiends were more behind to supervise the battle to ensure that no cowards would run away.
"This is a f * cking chaotic battle!"
Sauron seemed to be a little desperate about the commanding art of the demons. No wonder they had dozens of times the number of demons, but they were still beaten by the demons after so many years.
This kind of commanding ability was simply looking for abuse!
However, this also proved that Sauron's choice of the Abyss was correct because only here could he have the opportunity to rise rapidly. As long as he survived the most difficult early stage, he could easily enter the ranks of the high-grade Fiends.
Because he had enough confidence in defeating these fools!
…
The army did not have many symbols.
In the demon army of Yeenoghu, the King of Gnolls, the main composition was Gnolls, Ghouls, Undead, and various demons.
The dark Gnolls from the Abyss were among them. Even in the bottomless Abyss, they were quite a difficult opponent! The Ghouls faced the Hezrou head-on. The commander of the enemy stronghold was a Gnoll general with a three-headed flail. It had been watching the Glabrezu in the distance. As long as the Glabrezu did not attack, it had no intention of attacking for the time being.
The battle was quite fierce!
Both sides were tangled together, and the crazy nature of the demons was quickly stimulated by the blood.
However.
Sauron immediately realized that he had overestimated the demons because as the battle really broke out, a more desperate fact appeared in front of him.
The Dretches around him were fighting among themselves!
Both armies had a large number of low-grade demons as cannon fodder, and many of these low-grade demons were temporarily recruited. That was to say, many of the low-grade demons were gathered together recently. They were not familiar with each other, and there were no obvious signs.
You are a Dretch, I am also a Dretch!
Who knows which side you are on? Anyway, I don't care so much! Let's kill you first!
That's right.
The Dretches were fighting among themselves.
Not only the Dretches under Zoro's command, but even the Dretches on the Gnolls' side could not differentiate between friend and foe. They just swarmed and fought. It was a scene that could not be looked at directly!
Sauron had never seen such an army.
If it was on the battlefield of the Abyss Blood War, maybe they could still distinguish between demons and devils, but in this situation, they were simply fighting among themselves!
Sauron was almost speechless.
In this case, what was the point of commanding! He simply sneaked into the crowd, regardless of whether they were friends or foes, and when he saw someone injured, he would go up and kill them.
Anyway, it was already chaotic!
Was it crazy?
That's right! This was the bottomless Abyss!
After Sauron killed 20 or 30 Dretches in a row, the nearby Dretches finally learned their lesson. The Dretches in his camp began to move closer to him, and the Dretches in the enemy camp gradually fled from him.
However!
Right at that moment, a loud noise rang out beside him. A Hezrou Demon with crimson eyes and a Fiend shrouded in flames approached.
The commander of the Dretch army, the Hezrou that he saw yesterday.
Now it was seriously injured, and there were burn marks all over its body. In front of it was an advanced Flaming Demon.
The initial form of a Balor!
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