"When you come into contact with the sinful demons, please give them the fish that you carry with you in advance. That way, the wild sinful demons may be closer to you."
Josiah once again played the role of a tour guide.
As soon as Josiah came out of the meeting hall, the group of four led by Carolee came to look for Josiah, hoping to see the legendary 'settlement of sinful demons'.
After Josiah learned that Zenas had informed his tribe about the humans' attitude towards them, he let the four actresses become the first batch of humans to step into the edge of the Abyss of Sin.
Before going to the Realm of Devils, Josiah had suggested these noble ladies to bring some seafood to the Realm of Devils. With these seafood, the group of four successfully made friends with the humans at the edge of the Abyss of Sin.
"Mr. Josiah, don't you want to take a picture with us?" Carolee held the camera and had not stopped pressing the shutter since the beginning.
"Forget about the picture. Also, don't pick up the young sinful demons! Be careful that the flames they spit out from their mouths will burn you, "Josiah shouted to the girls on the other side.
Today could be considered as a festival in this town of sinful demons. The four pilgrims brought a cart full of tributes.
The tributes were filled with all kinds of fresh fish and some other food that had never been seen in the Realm of Devils.
When the sinful demons saw the piety of the four pilgrims, their fear of humans was greatly reduced.
Not long after, under Josiah's command, Zenas set up a temporary grilled fish stall. It vaguely felt like the pilgrimage had turned into an open-air barbecue party.
Josiah smelled the aroma of fish in the air, but he did not feel happy at all. Instead, he felt a little sad.
Although the scenery in the Realm of Devils was good, the environment was not good. The land that could be cultivated was very small, and the natural animals that could be hunted were pitifully few.
The sinful demons could survive by absorbing the energy in the abyss, which also meant that many of them had not touched real food.
Josiah looked at the bonfire in the distance and fell into silence, but the sound of footsteps behind him woke Josiah up from his thoughts.
Someone came here through the portal.
Josiah turned around and saw that it was Fisley, the other general he had met in the Noland Dwarves' mines.
"General Voss, we've finished organizing the supplies. We should head to the frontline …"
The words that Fisley wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.
That was because the general who guarded the border fortress and could strike fear into the hearts of any human army was now opening his palm for a human girl to touch.
"General, what are you doing?" Fisley tilted her head and asked.
"It's a ritual," General Voss answered solemnly.
After coming into contact with the four human girls, he firmly believed in Zenas' words.
This was because no human had ever been so happy to touch his palm. In the past, any human who saw his sharp claws would be so scared that they couldn't even hold their swords firmly.
Although General Voss still had doubts about the purpose of these humans, it was undeniable that the tributes they brought were of great help to his race.
"Ritual?"
He knew that there would be human emissaries coming to visit, but General Voss, who had always regarded humans as his enemy, compromised with them so quickly.
"Uh … Carolee, I think we should get back to work. Your mother just sent a message."
Josiah forcefully tightened his expression, trying his best not to laugh out loud.
The arrival of this general also reminded Josiah that he didn't come to the Realm of Devils for a vacation.
Although the four noble girls were a little reluctant to leave these soft creatures, they obediently followed Josiah due to the authority of Lady Sizer.
"General Fisley." Josiah stopped when he passed by the general and whispered in his ear, "Although I don't really understand the situation at the border fortress, please be careful of the Kingdom of Saints … If the soldiers at the border fortress show any symptoms of mania, use this."
Josiah handed an Origin Crystal to the general. Before he could ask what the Origin Crystal was used for, Josiah stepped into the portal.
… …
A day later, in a forest at the border of the Land of Frost.
"It's my honor to go on an expedition with Prince Cheil."
A middle-aged general with a handlebar mustache took off his helmet and spoke to the gray-haired, gray-eyed prince beside him.
"I should feel honored to go on an expedition with the Southern Legion's leader, Marshal Amt."
Cheil glanced at the general who was almost two meters tall and lowered his head slightly to greet him.
As Cheil greeted the general, a silver-gray ball of light suddenly flew out from his shoulder and landed on Cheil's shoulder.
"The Frost Spirit actually exists. But I heard that the Frost Spirit only recognizes females as its master." Marshal Amt exclaimed as he looked at the pure white ball of light.
When Cheil heard the second half of Marshal Amt's sentence, his expression stiffened for a moment. But he quickly squeezed out an ugly smile.
"That's only a legend after all."
"Yes! Only a legend! Also, please forgive that useless son of mine for mistaking you for a female the first time he met you. I've already taught him a lesson. "
Marshal Amt's laughter sounded irritating to Prince Cheil, but the marshal had no intention of mocking him.
Just as Cheil was about to say something, the Frost Spirit on his shoulder began to stir restlessly.
"What's wrong?" Cheil glanced at the Frost Spirit on his shoulder before turning his gaze behind him.
The second legion led by Cheil and the Southern Legion led by Marshal Amt were gathered here.
This huge Southern Legion's vanguard had a total of five thousand elite knights. The second legion led by Cheil only had around three thousand.
"Is the Frost Spirit worried that we'll fall into the Endless Ice Cliff? Don't worry, the Southern Legion has been walking this path for decades. Unless the snow on Mount Murtla collapses, not a single one of our warriors will fall into that tiny ice cliff. "Marshal Amt said.
To the left of this huge army was a dangerous and bottomless cliff. This path was the fastest way to the frontlines.
"No … the Frost Spirit isn't afraid of this." Prince Cheil clutched his forehead. He immediately raised his head and felt something dangerous approaching.
The moment he raised his head, he saw a silver-white shadow approaching from the sky.
"Marshal Amt! In the sky! " Cheil pointed at the sky. Marshal Amt also realized the approaching danger. Even when he ordered the knights behind him to prepare for battle, it was already too late.
Or rather … even if they were ready for battle, it was already too late.
The creature in the sky that was attacking the ground was a … giant dragon!
"Ice Dragon Mosk … Why is it here?"
Marshal Amt instantly recognized the creature covered in ice-blue scales.
"Mosk? Isn't that the giant dragon that used to protect the Frost Spirit … "Cheil seemed to have heard of this giant dragon. He had already unsheathed his longsword, but the warhorse beneath him neighed uneasily.
The neighing of the horse spread along with the panic.
"I don't know! Ever since the Frost Spirit race disappeared, I haven't seen this giant dragon. Damn it … Magician! Set up a defensive formation! " Marshal Amt shouted at the army behind him, but in the next second, an even more terrifying sound replaced him.
That was the roar of the giant dragon. The Ice Dragon let out a roar that could penetrate the eardrums of any living creature. After hearing this roar, Cheil felt something seeping into his consciousness.
The horse was completely out of control.
The thousands of spellcasters following the army had already set up defensive spells, but when the Ice Dragon landed on a nearby mountain, the ground began to tremble!
A terrifying thought emerged in Cheil's mind.
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