When Macta and the others were invited to the island, their expressions turned serious. In fact, until the moment of departure, less than 50% of the tribe members agreed with this visit.
Although most of them did not say it, they still found it hard to believe in the creatures of this world. They would rather rely on their own hands and live a miserable life than let their leader not return in the end.
Macta was loved and respected by the tribe members. It could be because of her stunning charm or her powerful personal strength.
Of course.
If it wasn't for the severe food shortage, her reputation in the army would be even higher.
Since coming to this foreign world, the death rate of the tribe members had reached an alarming level. From the initial 400 people to the current 200 people, a third of the tribe members had lost their precious lives due to various reasons.
In terms of appearance, she was devastatingly beautiful and had the allure of a High Succubus.
But if one looked closely.
Wood Elves.
They were known as the race closest to nature. They had stunning looks, and with just a glance, they would make anyone submit to their beauty.
Macta's background was a very cliché story.
An elf and a human fell in love, which led to her birth. The elves were a race that valued bloodlines very much. This was a disgrace to any race. The male humans would be chased away while the elf was grounded and washed her face with tears every day.
The young Macta slowly grew up without experiencing the love of a father or mother.
Although she was quite talented, even better than the average elf, her bloodline was a ditch that could never be crossed. She was destined to be inferior to others for the rest of her life.
Even when the cracks appeared during the exploration, her name was on the list.
Macta had some characteristics of a leader. Just like now, even though she was in a difficult situation, she did not choose to give up. Instead, she came to this human gathering place that countless of her tribe members were terrified and confused.
She was curious about everything.
The human warships, special buildings, and those weapons that looked like long sticks in the hands of the humans.
Although she was surprised, Macta remained calm. When she saw some creatures with horns and tails, her expression changed instantly.
It was a woman in a red dress. The fabric on her legs was pathetically thin, as if a slight movement of her waist would reveal some alluring scenery.
A Lustful Demon.
This was a pure devil.
With the bloodline of fallen angels, they were the backbone of the Hell of Baator.
These Pleasure Devils were obsessed with luring mortals into depravity. They were similar to the simple and crude Succubi. Devils placed more importance on the depravity of the soul. They would brew for a long time before reaping the fruit at the last moment.
"Look at what I've seen. A bunch of cute half-elves with cute faces … "
A charming smile appeared on the Lustful Demon's face. Her plump red lips parted slightly as she said, "My master's master will like you pure little fellows."
At this point, she stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, as if she was silently seducing him.
Although Macta pretended to be calm, he was dumbstruck at this moment.
What did she see?
Devil!
It turned out to be a real demon!
What was more terrifying was that even though there was only one woman, there was a group of ugly creatures around her.
They had the unique characteristics of devils, such as horns on their heads and tails on their backs. A group of little devils flapping their wings constantly flew up and down as if they were transporting something. Every time they flew up and down, there would be many things on their bodies.
Devils.
Compared to these cruel creatures, the Elves were a peace-loving race. To them, there was nothing more terrifying than devils and devils.
Macta had never seen a real demon before, but from the books of her people, the true physical characteristics of devils were recorded.
She did not expect this.
Under such circumstances, he actually met the public enemy of all dimensions!
For any dimension, the word 'devil' was a taboo. But now, she was so close to this legendary creature.
The Lustful Demon tilted her head and gazed at Macta with sparkling eyes. As the most seductive devil in the Hell of Baator, even females could not resist her charm. She chuckled and said, "A bunch of toys."
The Lustful Demon stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. A strange smile appeared on her seductive face. Macta shuddered and turned to look at her coldly.
Devils loved to play with minds.
They would never be as simple and crude as the Devils. At this moment, a few simple sentences from the Lustful Demon made Macta feel immense pressure.
As the loyal followers of the Lie Demons, these creatures had always followed the Lie Demons. Today, as the leader of the Devil Squad, the Lustful Demon was ordering the little devils to work. As for meeting the Half-Elves, it was an accident.
The Lustful Demon smelled the scent of pure witches from the Half-Elves.
To the Lustful Demon, they were like poppies to her. She couldn't control her actions at all.
Although Inferior Demons were terrifying and their master's master was also a subordinate who didn't like to break the rules, the Lustful Demon's words inadvertently caused the Half-elf to panic.
Devils were adept at using words to exert pressure.
Compared to the Devils, the Half-Elves were more intelligent.
…
If Macta's mood was heavy after meeting the Lustful Demon, she was astonished after meeting the Goblins and Nagas.
Apart from the natives, Macta was no stranger to the other two creatures.
Despicable Goblins and cunning Nagas. Even in her previous world, these creatures were difficult enemies to deal with.
Especially the Goblins.
These cowardly and despicable creatures would often attack their own tribesmen who were alone. However, there was a huge difference in the treatment of males and females. The former would be killed and made into a delicacy while the latter would be bullied by the higher-level Goblins until they lost their value and became food on the dining table.
But now, compared to the familiar Goblins in her memory, these Goblins were wearing fitting clothes and enjoying their food at the dining table.
The most ridiculous thing was that there were two Ogres tied up not far away from the Goblins.
Macta felt her footsteps getting heavier. At this moment, she couldn't help but have a question. Was this really a camp ruled by humans?
To the Lustful Demon, they were like poppies to her. She couldn't control her actions at all.
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