The cold wind howled on the icy plain, and it was silent. It seemed that because of the arrival of Roy, the frost demon lord, the snow and wind here had become even more intense.
In such extreme cold, even demons did not dare to go out easily and could only hole up in Frostfire City, the only warm area.
However, in Frostfire City recently, only a few scattered demons occasionally appeared in the city. The bustling scene in the past could not be seen at all recently.
Not only were most of the demons gone, but even Roy, the lord of Frostfire City, was not in the city now …
In the demon palace with Roy's statue, Fat Tiger lay on the ground with his three heads resting on his forelimbs and sleeping. His snoring echoed rhythmically in the hall, and his enormous body guarded this place like a small mountain.
In his sleep, Fat Tiger did not know what he was dreaming of, but he would whimper from time to time, looking very aggrieved. He would snort from time to time, as though he was complaining that his master, Roy, did not bring him out to play, so he could only rely on sleeping to pass the time every day.
While sleeping, Fat Tiger's left head suddenly felt his nose itch and could not help but sneeze.
This was nothing. After sneezing, Fat Tiger still did not wake up and continued to sleep. But then, the noses of the middle and right heads itched at the same time, and the three heads sneezed one after another.
Fat Tiger finally woke up because he heard a giggle. He opened his eyes and saw a small person holding a long stick, wanting to continue poking his nostrils!
This little person had a head of red hair. His hair was long and messy, reaching his shoulders. His style was rather wild, and he was less than a meter tall. In front of Fat Tiger's huge body, he was like a small child.
Seeing this familiar hair color, Fat Tiger felt a little helpless. He could only stare fiercely at the child with his three heads.
However, facing Fat Tiger's fierce gaze, the child was not afraid at all. He threw away the stick in his hand and giggled as he climbed onto Fat Tiger's leg. As he climbed, he said, "Fat Tiger, Fat Tiger, don't sleep. Let's go out and play!"
Fat Tiger snorted, indicating that he did not want to go, but the child did not care. He nimbly climbed from Fat Tiger's legs to Fat Tiger's back and then lay on Fat Tiger's middle head. He lowered his head and said to Fat Tiger, "Let's go. Let's go out for a run and see if Foster Father and Mother Julia are coming back!"
Before Fat Tiger could say anything, a voice came from afar. "Sareth! Silas? Where are you? "
Upon hearing this voice, the child's expression changed and he said anxiously to Fat Tiger, "Quick! It was Mother Cassandra! If she catches us, we won't be able to leave! "
As he spoke, he patted Fat Tiger's head with his small hand. Helpless, Fat Tiger could only get up and carry him out of the hall.
After arriving outside, Fat Tiger spread his wings, flew out of Frostfire City, and brought the child into the icy plain. Facing the howling cold wind, not only was the child not afraid, but he even shouted excitedly. His tender voice echoed in the silent icy plain.
That's right. This child was Sareth. Eight years had passed, and the toddler who could only crawl in front of Roy had successfully grown into a … brat …
As a Child of Taboo and a half-demon, although Sareth was only nine years old, he had a very strong physique. The low temperature of tens of degrees below zero was not that terrifying to him. Sitting on Fat Tiger's forehead, Sareth grabbed the hair on Fat Tiger's forehead tightly with one hand to prevent himself from falling while letting the cold wind blow on his face and raise his wild red hair.
This red hair was naturally inherited from his biological mother, Isabel. Perhaps because he had lived in the Abyss for a long time, Sareth now looked more like a demon than a human. His skin was dark red all over his body, and there were thick, scattered cuticles on his arms and limbs. His two eyes were pure black, and only the irises of his pupils were blood-red. As his brow bones gradually opened up over the years, they gradually protruded. If nothing unexpected happened, his brow bones might develop into the shape of demon horns in the future.
Of course, Sareth actually had his human form, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Cassandra had always taught him to maintain this demon form.
But even though he looked like a demon and a human, the demons summoned by Roy in Frostfire City could naturally see it, so they were very unfriendly to Sareth. But because they were worried about Lord Roy, they did not dare to attack Sareth, but they had always stayed away and rejected him. As a result, in the vast Frostfire City, the only playmates Sareth could find were Fat Tiger and Big Black.
However, Big Black had been hiding underground recently, so Fat Tiger was the only unlucky one. Sareth was now at the age of a brat, and it was not easy to play with a brat. Fat Tiger did not know how many times Sareth had harassed him.
"Fat Tiger, Foster Father has been going to war for almost half a year, right?" Lying on Fat Tiger's head, Sareth muttered to himself, "If I had known that he would be out for so long, I would have begged him to take me with him …"
Fat Tiger flew in the air and roared. Sareth understood what he meant. "I know Foster Father won't allow it, but I won't cause trouble for him. I'll watch quietly from the side while he fights. Isn't that enough?" Fat Tiger roared in the air. Sareth understood what he meant.
Fat Tiger responded, and Sareth was a little dejected. "Okay, you're right. Mother Cassandra will be worried …"
Among everyone, the relationship between Sareth and Cassandra was the deepest. When Isabel, a human, was dying, it was Cassandra who had waited by her side and personally carried him back, so Cassandra's feelings for Sareth were extraordinary.
Perhaps some people would say, Isn't Cassandra a lich? Don't creatures like liches always have hatred for the living?
Indeed, undead creatures like liches had very strong hatred for the living. But don't forget, Cassandra was also a woman when she was alive. After becoming a lich, her memories from when she was alive had also recovered. Although she hated her father, she also missed her mother, who had once protected her. Such memories would not be erased because she became an undead creature. The moment she saw Sareth, she realized that if she did not do anything, her misfortune might repeat itself on Sareth.
This was also why Cassandra had been worried about Roy's attitude after carrying Sareth back. Fortunately, Roy was different from other demons. Although he had the intention of using and observing him, he still let Sareth stay.
Half-demons were taboo among demons. Perhaps it was because of the concept of bloodline, or perhaps because they were jealous of the talent of half-demons, ordinary demons could be said to be both disgusted and covetous of half-demons. Their attitudes were actually quite contradictory. But with Roy's current status as a demon lord, this so-called taboo was actually nothing.
Since Roy was the murderer of Sareth's biological father, Kha-Beleth, and he was hostile to Isabel, Roy actually kept a little distance from Sareth. But the strange thing was that the more distant he felt, the more Sareth wanted to be close to Roy.
Perhaps this was because Sareth had a demon bloodline.
With the demon bloodline, the nature of demons to worship the strong made Sareth naturally worship Roy, the strongest person he could come into contact with.
To be honest, Roy was a little surprised by Sareth's closeness, but in the end, he acquiesced to Sareth calling him foster father.
Roy had already thought it through, and he did not intend to hide the situation. He would tell Sareth about his background when he grew up, and what Sareth chose at that time was up to him.
Because he called Roy his adoptive father, Julia and Benia were called 'Mother' by him. It was better for Julia because she had always wanted to have a descendant with Roy, so she gladly accepted Sareth's address. At the same time, she loved Sareth and doted on him.
But Benia was different. Benia still maintained the concept of pure demon bloodline. She could not approve of Cassandra's human-oriented parenting method of keeping her child by her side.
She believed that Sareth should be placed in the upper level of the Abyss and let him be like other demons, fighting, and growing in blood and fire in a place suitable for his strength. This was the correct way for demons to grow.
Roy rejected this proposal when it was first put forward.
Because Roy knew very well what the situation would be like if a Child of Taboo like Sareth was placed in the upper level of the Abyss. Perhaps before Sareth could grow up, countless demons would attack him and tear him to pieces …
Sareth naturally felt Benia's sternness, so among them, Sareth was the most difficult to get close to her …
In short, Sareth's growing environment could be said to be very strange.
After flying around the icy plain, Sareth was finally satisfied. His demon form did not have wings, so he envied and yearned for the feeling of flying. This was also why he often pestered Fat Tiger to come out to play. He originally wanted Fat Tiger to bring him to find Rafaro, but recently, Rafaro had gone to war with Roy.
Frostfire City had a conflict with the demon lord of another territory some time ago, and the two sides had a war with each other. Roy had taken away all his main combat forces, which was why Frostfire City had been empty recently.
Fat Tiger wanted to turn back, but he could not resist Sareth's pleas, so he could only bring him to the southwest of the icy plain. There was a spatial link interface that led to another fragment world. Roy had left from here with his army. During this period of time, Sareth wanted to come here and wait whenever he had time, wanting to see his foster father return with his own eyes.
After waiting in the howling cold wind for more than four hours, the spatial link was still the same. Sareth sighed and patted Fat Tiger's head in disappointment. "Let's go back!"
But at this moment, Fat Tiger's three heads sniffed hard in front of him. Then he assumed a vigilant posture, raised his tail high, and made 'roar' sounds as he looked ahead fiercely.
"Enemies?!" Sareth was shocked. He looked up and saw ripples suddenly appear in the scenery in front of him, and then a group of tall figures suddenly appeared in a panic.
It was a group of … demons covered in blood. There were about seven or eight of them, and their armor was tattered. Two of them even had broken horns. They ran forward in panic and looked back in horror from time to time.
After discovering Fat Tiger's presence, they hurriedly braked and pointed their weapons at Fat Tiger.
Fat Tiger, a titan hellhound, was very intimidating. These demons looked at Fat Tiger in horror and despair. "What's going on? Why are there enemies intercepting us here?! Where are we now?! "
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