Chapter 98 What Kind of Play is This?

  Matthew lay on the cart loaded with several large wooden boxes, his body swaying randomly due to the bumpy road, somewhat bored and gnawing on a vine he didn't know where it came from. All around him were faceless subordinates, as well as some pungent-smelling horned demons and minotaurs. As the biggest gain of this trip, these wooden carts filled with boxes were placed in the center of the team, and many guards were arranged to protect them tightly.

  "I thought it would be more relaxing coming to this small place." Matthew looked at the white clouds floating in the sky and complained, "But I still have to do these dirty jobs, it's really boring." Originally belonging to the Shadow, Matthew and Regal, due to their disgust with war, chose to stay in Thunder Cliff. At first, they thought they would only need to do some guard work or gather some intelligence, but after this time's occupation of the Council City, they had to do things that they didn't want to do.

  "I thought you had already come to your senses." Regal, who was driving the carriage, chuckled and said: "Otherwise, what did you think we would do? We're best at those things, if you let you do something else, can you? Compared to Zhongyuan's city, this place is much better, at least the dwarves of Leiting Cliff and the Sal people don't have any evil intentions."

  "It's a bit easier now, and the lord of the city is also very strong." Matthew stood up and looked around, lowering his voice to say: "To be honest, I still can't believe it even now. A Minotaur was actually able to become that powerful. We all saw that battle, that wasn't power that anyone could match. The five Divine Warriors weren't even a match for him, he absolutely has Demon King-level strength!"

  "Keep your voice down." Regal's body stiffened, and he glared at Matthew with a fierce gaze, saying in a low tone, "Don't think no one is watching us, it's better not to discuss these things. You just need to do your own job well, don't worry about the rest, I'll take care of it." In that day's battle, Regal wasn't blind to what was happening, sometimes lies were more convenient.

  That day, after arranging for his subordinates to do the tasks entrusted by Mo Yan, he went with Matthew to the city wall to see if Mo Yan was still alive. After all, as the core of the establishment of Leifeng Cliff, everything in the city is under Mo Yan's command. Although the people of Salte and Malo have the right to command demons, this right actually comes from Mo Yan.

  Once Mo Yan died, his orders would lose their effect. The demons in the Thunder Ridge would no longer be able to control their desire to eat humans after losing their restraint, and those Foss's branding irons would disappear. It was precisely because of this consideration that the two saw a shocking and terrifying battle. After the Minotaur killed the strongest man, the remaining two God-chosen warriors were brutally slaughtered without any effort.

  On top of the corpses of those Salters on the ground, and the scattered magical weapons. Regal and Matthew were both fearful and curious about the strength of the Minotaur as a city lord, how did one Minotaur become so strong?

  "That's also true." Matthew lay back down and said, "It's always been you who makes the decisions, anyway. Even if I were to think about it, I wouldn't be able to come up with any good ideas, so why bother wasting my brain cells? Sigh, I don't know why we have to go around in such a big circle, it would be better to just head back to Thunder Ridge quickly. I'm starting to miss the roasted meat from Thunder Ridge, these past few days of eating canned goods are making me feel nauseous."

  "You only know how to eat every day, and you'll fall down on this sooner or later!" Regal said with his mouth, but he took out a roasted sweet potato from his pocket and handed it to Matthew, saying: "I still haven't eaten the roasted sweet potatoes I bought when I passed by the village last time, so I'll give them to you, lest you complain in my ear."

  "Hehe! I've been eyeing this sweet potato for a long time!" Matthew, who had successfully plotted, smiled and took the sweet potato, saying: "Sometimes, I'm still very clever. I knew that once I complained, you'd hand it over. That's called grasping habits!"

  "Eat it!" Regal yanked Matthew's hood up and forced his head down.

  The distribution of monsters in Eland is very wide, which is a well-known fact on the continent of Hill. Almost all kinds of monsters can be found on the mainland of Eland. The soldiers of Thunder Cliff have always relied on the monsters in the nearby forest, although there are many in number but few in variety.

  This time, Mo Yan brought the Demon Legion back to Thunder Cliff, making a big detour along the way, not only enriching the variety of demons in the legion but also recording the location where the demons were produced, laying the foundation for future summoning. This vast and mighty demon legion, carrying piles of spoils of war and 20,000 gold coins plundered from the Council City, set off from the vicinity of the Council City and returned to Thunder Cliff after a month's journey.

  After returning to Thunder Ridge, Lilith held a welcoming ceremony in the city. Mo Yan also took this opportunity to bestow many rewards on those who participated in the battle, so that everyone received their due reward. And the list of meritorious deeds was inscribed on stone tablets to encourage each commander to continue fighting bravely in future battles.

  Now, outside of Thunder Cliff, there are already many monsters stationed. In the depths of the forest, all sorts of creatures roam about, and occasionally, the sound of their roars can even be heard within Thunder Cliff itself. Along this journey, the monster army has gathered quite a few good things, if not for the fact that Thunder Cliff's food supply is insufficient to support so many monsters. Just this time alone, Thunder Cliff will directly possess 20,000 powerful monsters.

  Even so, Thunderhorn has newly gathered four thousand demons, and found over a hundred of the rare Mountain Giants. As for demons like Lizardmen, Wolfen, Twisted Treants, Three-headed Serpents, and Giant Maw Dogs, their numbers are too great to count.

  After equipping these demons with the corresponding weapons, even if it's a wounded Salter person who comes to attack, there won't be any pressure. However, Mo Yan is clearly not a bloodthirsty person and will try to avoid war whenever possible. Moreover, things obtained through force require a long time to consolidate, and one must also face the attacks of numerous opponents (the miserable Mei army).

  Perhaps Mo Yan said he was a man who loved peace, but all the people who had seen him fight would spit blood on his face. Now the corpses on that section of city wall in Parliament have not been cleaned up yet, and the club he brought back to Thunder Cliff, as well as the spine with its head, are all evidence of his shame. But in fact, none of these were done by Mo Yan's own hand, for after coming to this strange world and becoming a Minotaur, he was constantly influenced by his body.

  Perhaps in his calm moments, he was fine, but once the battle started, the bloodthirsty desire emerged from deep within him, making him do those cruel things. However, he didn't really care about these things; the bloodthirsty display during battles would make his enemies feel terrified, and fear would make his victory even easier. Just like that last God's Chosen Warrior he killed, if not for being frightened to the point of losing rationality, he wouldn't have been killed so easily.

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  "Have you obtained the magical materials?" On the second day after Mo Yan returned to Lei Feng Gorge, Ritz heard that Mo Yan wanted to talk to him about something and thought he had obtained the magical materials. He immediately rushed from his residence to the Party Guard's garrison and asked Mo Yan, who was in a good mood: "If so, I'm eager to start experimenting. There are many things that I think you'll find very interesting."

  "The matter of the magical materials will have to wait a bit longer." Mo Yan shook his head and said, "Although I've already dispatched a merchant team, it'll still take some time for them to return. This time, I've come to find you because there's something even more important. What do you think about the Divine Chosen Warriors? Can you share your thoughts with me?"

  "Chosen warriors, huh." Riesz stroked his white beard and chuckled, "This is indeed a simple question, they are well-known throughout the continent. As the favorites of their respective gods, most of them possess extraordinary abilities, and having grown up under the guidance of the gods, they possess great combat strength. Depending on the god, some also possess profound knowledge. What made you suddenly want to ask about this?"

  As a wandering great mage on the mainland, it's impossible that he hasn't come into contact with Chosen Warriors, and Reiz has even collaborated with them before. Wanting to delve deep into some ancient ruins in the wilderness, relying solely on himself is clearly not possible, Reiz likes the knowledge and magic contained within, while the Chosen Warriors can obtain what they want.

  "So you've studied the Chosen Warriors?" Mo Yan stared into Ritz's eyes and smiled, "I mean the kind of research that gets straight to the point."

  "That's not it, but if possible, I'd like to understand." Rize said with a shake of his head. With Mo Yan's words, he seemed to have understood something, the news that the Black Dragon of Leiting had killed five Divine Selection warriors, he had already heard about it long ago. Perhaps such a reason could deceive those barbarians, but it couldn't deceive the knowledgeable Rize.

  After seeing Jones' dragon body, he saw that it was a young black dragon. Without having gone through the special ceremony, he did not have all the combat power of an adult black dragon, and even if an adult black dragon fought against five divine warriors, it would be a very dangerous thing, let alone killing those people.

  "Now an opportunity is right in front of you." Mo Yan smiled and clapped his hands, and the two SS guards waiting outside the door immediately pushed the door open and walked in. In their hands was a person bound to a cross with their eyes covered and a strange ball stuffed into their mouth, on whose forehead a faintly glowing mark indicated that this person was a powerful Chosen Warrior.

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