The blizzard was howling, and the black sky couldn't be seen. At this time, there were three long lines of people on the ground. Black orcs were riding huge two-headed horses on both sides, and in the middle were wooden carts pulled by four-horned bulls. No one knew what was inside.
And at the back of the line, there was a huge carriage with three ropes thicker than thighs tied to it, and on the ropes were people whose hands were tied.
Their hair was disheveled like vagrants, and the ropes on their hands were deeply cut into their flesh, and the thick hemp ropes were dyed red with blood. In this cold blizzard, some of them were barely clothed, and some of them didn't even have shoes. Their bodies were blue and purple from the cold. When the person in front of them fell down, most of them were sure that he was dead.
Once they stopped, they would immediately be whipped by orc soldiers, so no one dared to stop, even if their feet were frozen to the point that they couldn't feel anything.
They were captives, people of a fallen country, and now they were already slaves of the demons. The fate waiting for them was either to freeze to death in the snow, or to return to the castle of the demons and become food for the hungry demons.
If they were lucky, they might become servants of some superior demons, and could only eat the food on the ground for the rest of their lives.
Now they were only left with despair and numbness, and their hope had long been shattered.
Leading this team was the famous black beast Zeba of the Orc King Will Kai, and this group of slaves was the civilians captured from the destroyed Ross Empire.
Suddenly, Zeba stopped, and the gray wolf under him suddenly pricked up its ears and looked into the distance with vigilance.
Zeba immediately raised his right hand and made a gesture. The subordinates behind him immediately stopped, and shouted to the people behind him to stop.
He narrowed his eyes and looked forward, only to see a few flashes of fire in the hazy front.
Suddenly, his hand changed from a palm to a fist, and the dozens of soldiers behind him immediately showed their weapons, and the other soldiers stood guard on both sides of the carriage.
Only the rumbling of wheels could be heard in the snow, and a strange caravan appeared in the snow. It was a caravan of rabbit-people, with the special trading flag of the demons hanging on it.
"Stop!"
Zeba ordered, and immediately the soldiers under him surrounded them. Those rabbit-people clearly felt nervous and uneasy, and trembled a few steps back.
At this time, a devil who made Zeba feel uneasy came down from the carriage. He had two horns on his head and looked somewhat like a human, but from the devil power he was emitting, there was no doubt that he was a very dangerous high level devil.
This made Zeba even more vigilant.
"Which Demon King are you subordinates of?"
It asked out of politeness. This was the greeting that almost every demon greeted when they met.
Demon King Richard smiled and said, "Neutral demons."
Hearing this, Ze Ba was puzzled. Are there still neutral demons now? No, that's not right. It should be that kind.
Those guys who wanted to establish themselves as kings.
It frowned slightly and glanced at its subordinates casually. The soldier on horseback had already circled around the enemy's convoy. Then, he gestured to his boss.
There was no ambush.
Demon King Richard looked around. At this moment, a woman in white walked out from behind him. She was very tall, and she bent her waist as she walked out of the carriage.
When Zeba saw the Mother Empress, he was stunned. The grey wolf he was sitting on took a step back restlessly.
"Then what is your purpose in blocking our path? According to the situation, your actions can be considered deliberate provocation! "
Zeba shouted.
"We just happened to pass by."
"Pass by? Where are you going in the middle of winter? "
Zeba's eyes darkened. He felt that there was definitely a problem. Demons would not choose to migrate in the winter unless they retreated from the front lines like them. But the other side clearly did not come from the front lines. There was definitely something wrong here!
"What does this have to do with you?"
Hearing this, Zeba's heart burned. He roared, "You discovered our path of movement. I have the right to suspect your identity!"
Demon King sighed and said, "Alright, it's not that we can't say it. We are going to Dark Nether City."
Dark Nether City? Underworld Demon King's lair? What were they going there for?
Zeba heard about Underworld Demon King's predicament and knew that Underworld Demon King's subordinates had fled in large numbers. But why would someone take the initiative to go to his place today?
Strange, very strange, and very suspicious!
"What are you going there for!"
"This is our secret. Do you want to care about this too?" Demon King said.
Hearing this, Zeba's face darkened. His intuition was right. There was definitely something wrong with this group of people! At this juncture, he definitely could not let them go so easily!
He looked back, then raised his right thumb and pointed behind his shoulder, threatening, "Did you see the army behind me?"
"I saw it. So what?"
The other side's answer made Zeba feel a little annoyed.
"If you don't obediently answer my question, then don't even think about passing through here!"
He shouted.
Hearing this, Demon King's expression became serious, but he was laughing in his heart.
"I can tell you, but you have to promise that after I finish, you will let us pass."
Zeba smiled and said, "Perhaps. If it involves the interests of our Lord Beastman King, I'm afraid not."
"If it has nothing to do with you, then can you let us go?"
"Yes! Of course! We are not bandits blocking the road. "
He said with a smile. The other soldiers also laughed.
Demon King's mouth curved slightly and said, "Alright, I can tell you. We have reached a deal with Underworld Demon King and are now transporting a hundred thousand pounds of wheat to his castle."
"A hundred thousand pounds!?"
Hearing this, Zeba's eyes widened. He thought to himself, how could this demon of unknown origin have so much food?
Underworld Demon King actually had such a trick up his sleeves!
Zeba's eyes turned. He thought to himself, the relationship between Underworld Demon King and their Lord Beastman King was not good. Now that he was in trouble, the Lord Beastman King did not send troops. He clearly wanted him to die! If he could stop this team, it would undoubtedly be worse for Underworld Demon King. Moreover, the Beastmen also needed this batch of food to feed the newborn Beastmen!
"Hahaha!!"
He suddenly laughed and said, "Unfortunately, you are not going to Underworld City, but to our Iron Helmet City."
However, the Demon King also smiled. Suddenly, a terrifying magic burst out and a huge magic circle appeared in the sky. The Demon King snapped his fingers and the dark clouds in the sky suddenly disappeared, revealing a bright starry sky. The snowstorm also stopped abruptly.
Zeba's smile immediately froze. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the other party in horror.
"What did you say just now? The wind was too strong, I didn't hear it clearly. "
The Demon King looked at him and asked.
Hearing this, Zeba swallowed his saliva. He actually had the power to control the weather. There was no doubt that he was a monster above the level of a Demon General.
He smiled awkwardly and bent over and said, "I said that our Iron Helmet City is willing to buy your food at a high price!"
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