"A long time ago, the world was not what it is today. At that time, there were hordes of monsters in the wilderness, and our ancestors could only hide in caves and suffer from hunger." Jenna said while combing her little daughter's dirty hair, and Jill lay down

On her mother's lap was wrapped a smelly blanket. The little girl's long hair was dry and stiff, and Jenna had to be careful not to hurt her.

"Is it like this? Mom." Sister Marian spoke up. She touched her sister's cheek without looking at her mother or the children around her.

Jenna smiled bitterly: "My dear, listen well, okay? You scared others." Marianne pouted and moved to the corner of the cave, and the vacant position was quickly filled.

"Until one day, the bravest man in the tribe ventured through the wilderness and arrived at the kingdom of elves. The residents there were full of praise for this brave man. They brought the best food and treasures, and asked the brave man to stay.

Come on." Someone's stomach made a strange sound, which made everyone laugh.

"Although he was injured, hungry and tired, the warrior did not move a finger. He said: 'Please take me to see your king.' The elves were angered by the recklessness of humans. They pursed their lips and said nothing.

The warrior then said: "If no one leads the way, I will go alone." He stood up and was taller than the tallest elf, and no elf was stronger than him." Jenna lowered her voice and imitated the man. The children were fascinated.

Only Marianne opened her mouth and yawned.

"The elves felt offended and showed their weapons in a threatening manner. The human warrior was not afraid. He strode forward and disdainfully pushed aside the swords blocking the way with his fingers, as if they were just obstructive branches. At this time, there was someone behind him.

An elf rushed towards him with a spear. He dodged sideways, grabbed the spear shaft, and punched the guy who dared to offend him. The warrior dropped the spear on the ground, stretched out his hand to the elf, and said:'

I'm sorry, but the tribe's tens of thousands of lives are counting on me.' Overwhelmed by his magnanimity, the elf put away his weapon."

"The king walked out of the crowd laughing and said that this was the first time he had seen such a brave act in hundreds of years. For this reason, the Elf Court will listen to his petition."

"Yes, yes, then he led the reinforcements and drove away the monster." In the corner of the cave, Marianne answered stiffly.

The audience's interest was lost and they couldn't sit still. Jenna had to stop: "Next time, I will tell you the story of Terra, the warrior's wife."

"Interrupting a good story will be punished. You should respect mother, young lady." A goblin walked into the cave, speaking impeccable Imperial dialect. Although the clothes on his body were shabby, they were still beautiful.

It was carefully patched with fabric of the same color, and the goblin wore a soft-brimmed hat popular in the Empire.

Marian curled her lips in disdain. When the other children saw the gnome, they all crowded around him and shouted, "Old George, old George." The gnome obviously liked children very much. He put down the bag on his shoulder with a smile and took something out of it.

He took out bread and distributed it to the hungry little guys. Several goblins worked together to carry a bucket of hot soup and came in behind him.

The goblin known as Old George walked to Jenna's side holding a bowl of soup. He reached out and touched Jill's forehead, pinched a handful of powder from his pocket, and sprinkled it into the soup.

"Madam, give this to her to drink. It will be good for fever." The goblin noticed Jenna's expression and explained patiently: "It is made from willow bark, which is our old method."

Jenna took the wooden bowl and stirred it carefully. Jill woke up. She opened her eyes and saw an old face of a gnome. The little girl sat up from the blanket and smiled: "Old George, you are here...

"The mother put the soup into her mouth with a spoon, and the second half of Jill's words became an indistinct mumble.

The taste of the goblin soup was so bad that the little girl almost vomited. George touched Jill's head and said some comforting words to help her persevere.

When Old George saw that Jill had finished drinking the medicine, while others were distributing food, he leaned into Jenna's ear: "Your father said he is fine, so don't worry."

"Thank you, George." Jenna was grateful to this old goblin, who was proficient in human language. Unlike other greenskins, old George was polite and compassionate.

"I'm glad I could help, ma'am." Old George left the bread bag intact. He looked at Jill's sick little face, took out a few pieces of dried meat from the inner bag, and stuffed it into Jenna's hand.

The old goblin walked out of the cave. The sunlight outside was so bright that he almost ran into a group of armed orcs walking towards him. Old George jumped to the side of the road in a hurry and bowed his head submissively until the leading orc looked away.

The old goblin sighed and followed his companions to the other side of the camp. The cliffs on both sides of the deep valley were dotted with large and small caves. As long as the entrances of the caves were blocked, they would be excellent natural prison cells.

Children can always bring back his memories. At that time, he was a decent housekeeper who served a wealthy merchant family for many years. One day, the famous dragon-slaying hero died in an unknown village. The situation took a turn for the worse.

All the greenskins deserved death. The goblins who worked for humans were arrested, and the kind-hearted businessman hid him in a carriage and took him out of the city. The employer's son cried and waved to him, and the old butler walked back step by step.

The forest.

George wiped his tears. He knew that the orc chief hated sentimentality and used an ax to emphasize this point. Just now, he made a panic. A dozen people, including Jenna's father, had not come back since they were taken away in the morning.

The old goblin had lived among humans long enough, and he knew that some things were better kept hidden.

The mistress stood with her hands behind her back, and the delicate dagger in her hand hung down to the buttocks covered by the silk skirt, bringing a cold touch to the skin. Zaka, the chief mage of the family, was checking the incantations engraved on the ground one by one. The mother followed

Her son looked at it, but he couldn't understand even one of the characters. Is Zach enough? Ophelia couldn't help but think. Although she had done some balancing, the mage's new female apprentice died inexplicably.

A small cave disrupted her plan.

The male mage bent over and scanned the carvings on the ground one by one. The complex symbols formed a ring, occupying most of the room. Zach looked carefully and again, and finally, he straightened up and faced Ophelia

Bowed: "The ceremony can begin, Mistress." After receiving the consent, he walked out of the circle, chanting profound sentences, his eyes wandering, and entered a trance state.

Ophelia nodded to her daughters. The girls couldn't wait to slit the throats of the prisoners. These poor people had already been drugged with anesthetics and hung upside down on makeshift supports. Blood flowed down through the wounds in their throats.

It dripped into the dug pit, the mage's chanting became more and more excited, the spell glowed red, and the blood that was about to overflow poured out of the pit, dyeing the entire ring red.

The spell gradually strengthened, and the blood began to tumble and boil. A huge skeleton appeared out of nowhere, stood up from the blood ring, wrapped around and climbed up, forming a white door frame. The blood of innocent people flowed up the bones and disappeared on the other side of the door.

, in that pure darkness.

Ophelia and her daughters knelt down on one knee, and she shouted towards the Bone Gate: "Faceless One, I am the mistress of Nashasiba Farmhouse, Ophelia, I am calling you here!"

The dark door curtain wavered, and a being with a dog's head and horns squeezed its face out. The passage was too small for it, and it could only barely reach its huge head. The monster got stuck, and it opened its mouth.

, let out a pure wild roar, and the whole cave was shaking. The wooden frame hanging the corpse could not support it, and they all fell to the ground. The daughters huddled on the ground, but Maya gritted her teeth and held on without falling.

"Zach!" Ophelia screamed, if the magic circle was destroyed, everyone would die.

"Faceless One! Lord of the Demon Realm of the Abyss, please listen to our petition!" The mage opened his arms, and with his movements, the talisman on the ground flashed white.

The roar stopped, the demon lowered its huge head, the fighting dog eyes fell on the mage, and it spoke. The demon's mother tongue, the language of the dark elves, the high elven language, the imperial language...different languages, different tones

, deafening. The devil's big eyes moved back and forth, mocking the people present.

The mage was unmoved. He concentrated on maintaining the demon-beaming formation. The wailing of several sisters made him feel happy. Zach regretted that there were no voices of his mother and Maya in it. He deliberately allowed the demon to cause trouble for a while longer.

When he realized that the summoning ceremony was impeccable, the demon shut his mouth, the huge dog head pulled away from the portal, and the faceless man sat back on the throne made of bones and flesh. He raised his legs leisurely and raised his four feet.

With one of his arms, demons of all colors surrounding the throne rushed towards the portal.

The Faceless Man laughed wildly, and its subordinates fought with their lives for the position in front of the passage. A fat gargoyle used the advantage of flying to bypass the scene of fierce fighting below and took advantage of the gap. A certain crab-like claw

Clamping it, he threw it toward the throne. The Faceless Man caught the gargoyle, tore off one of its hind legs, put it into his mouth to chew, and threw the struggling half of his body to the ground. There is nothing like a group of crazy people fighting.

The compatriots made the demon prince even more appetizing.

Hundreds of demons rush toward each other crazily, just for the chance to enter the mortal world.

The mistress and her children stared dumbfounded as the portal shook violently and listened to the maddening howls coming from inside. Suddenly, everything fell silent. A hand stretched out from the door, white and weak, with an arm

The owner stepped in. She had the face of a young human girl, but she had leather wings on her back and sharp horns on her head.

As soon as the devil woman's hind legs left, the bone door disappeared. She was holding an exaggerated scimitar in her hand. Dark viscous liquid dripped down the tip of the knife, and white smoke rose from where it landed. She seemed to be playing around

He threw the liquid on the spell, and the corrosive black blood was instantly evaporated. The demon threw away the scimitar indifferently and looked at the mage.

"Say it, dark elf." The female devil's voice was very pleasant, sweet and cloying.

"Are you the apostle of the Faceless Men?" Ophelia spoke before Zach.

"That's right." The devil raised an eyebrow exaggeratedly, as if she just realized there were other people in the room. Her tone was lazy and noncommittal.

'If it were before, with Rose's power, I could force this low-level demon to tell the truth and make her obey, but it's a pity...' "Demon, if you are not honest, I will send you back and replace you with another one."

." The mistress showed a scroll and read the password. The white paper caught fire and became charred, twisted and disappeared in her hand.

"Let's have a good talk, little devil." A confident smile appeared on the face of the former matron of the fourth family of Black Rock City.

Every devil gets a real name when he is born, but never shows it to anyone. The devil will give himself a nickname again, and so does Ivy, but the name comes from her father. Ivy doesn't have much memory about her parents.

The succubus mother was involved in a bloody battle that lasted tens of thousands of years in the Abyss Demonic Realm, and was torn to pieces by several two-headed dogs. Her father, on the other hand, was a human and probably would not live in hell.

As half human and half demon, she was not discriminated against. Demons pursue disorder and chaos. Bloodline and origin are jokes, and power is pure. When all the demons around the throne rushed towards the portal, thanks to the human blood, she

Able to restrain the desire to join the battle group and kill indiscriminately. Ivy sat cross-legged, away from the whirlpool of the fierce battle. When the last winner on the field staggered towards the door, she picked up the bent corner left by a dead body.

The sword vibrated its wings and jumped up. The half-succubus turned its back to the red sun and dived towards the winner.

The big demon was so powerful that it wanted to lift its two upper limbs with giant pincers if they had not been cut off. The scimitar it grabbed easily cut open the two smaller arms and nailed them in.

Its body. Ivy kicked the demon's fat belly with her feet and pulled out the knife.

"Hahahaha!" The prince's huge body trembled with laughter. It used all four hands to applaud the half-succubus. Ivy jumped off the big demon's belly and bent her knees as gracefully as a human woman.

The incantation on the ground was perfectly drawn, without any flaws. Ivy crossed her arms and looked at the dark elf mage outside the magic circle, 'Is this how my father summoned my mother back then?' Her mind was full of questions, 'This darkness

What kind of prop is the elf woman using? It seems she can sense lies.'

After lengthy questioning, the devil and the mortal established their relationship with a contract.

The residents of the Abyss Demon Realm are unfaithful and cruel and cunning, but they will definitely abide by the contracts made with mortals, but Ivy is a hybrid.

As soon as the half-demon came out of the cave, he couldn't wait to spread his wings and fly to the blue sky. The scenery in the world was just like what his mother said, the sun was warm but not scorching, the clouds were pure white but not poisonous. The gentle breeze blew down the autumn leaves, and the forest

The stream in the room was crystal clear. Ivy vowed that she must find a way to stay here and find her father again.

Ivy heard the sound of fighting. She lowered her height and saw a group of humans and greenskins fighting for control of the carriage. There were some women and children locked in the iron cage on the carriage. She saw humans fighting between a female knight and a female

Under the leadership of the mage, the greenskins were beaten and fled in all directions. The demon landed quietly and put away its wings and horns.

The soldiers broke open the iron door of the prison van, and the rescued civilians stepped out of the carriage one by one. One girl was particularly weak. She held on to the iron cage with difficulty and moved to the door. A militiaman extended his hand diligently.

"It's okay, don't be afraid." He carried the girl out of the carriage and helped her stand firm.

"Thank you, kind sir." Ivy said gratefully.

Note 1: The parts in quotation marks in the text refer to the inner activities of the characters.
Chapter completed!