Chapter 7 *

In the werewolf demon lord castle, in the conference hall, Moffett sat in the center of the oval hall and put down the fall of the legendary demon in his heart. Although the legend is the high-end combat power of the current demon world, there is only one person who plays a leading role in this werewolf demon territory, that is him, the demon lord Moffett. After discussing the allocation of the new vampire, Moffett is going to ask the clerk to investigate the number of deaths tonight and register the dead legend.

Morphet turned around and sat down, and the rest of the werewolves immediately sat down and turned their eyes to the lord of the werewolf demon lord in the throne. The lord domain just emitted by Moffett swept across the souls of the werewolf demon generals and count. The suppression of the rank made the werewolves present unable to raise their heads and look at Moffett's eyes.

"This is the power at the lord level!" An elder werewolf looked at Elder Black beside him and saw the trembling in the other party's eyes. It was this suppression of the subordinates that established a strict hierarchy in the demon world. The count and elders present began to officially demonstrate Molet's power. After all, Molette did not show their strength to them for hundreds of years after the War of Gods and Demons.

Looking at the count and elders below restraining their breath and starting to focus their eyes on themselves, Moffett's face was full of smiles, and his heart was coldly thinking that if the war of gods and demons had not made the middle and senior demons in the demon world almost extinct, the legendary elders and count could only Be the cannon fodder of elite strength. If it weren't for the peace of the territory, how many of these defiant leaders will kill. Moffett elegantly turned the wolf head ring on his left hand, thinking about the distribution of this group of new werewolves. Both the count and the elders are constantly absorbing the new werewolf and demon recruits in order to build their own power. They will get the strong support of these counts and elders and have enough resources to grow into strong, but this can only be private power. Usually, it is enough to fill the facade and plunder resources; but use the ectopic On the battlefield is also high-level cannon fodder. Only the demon army is the decisive force in the heterogeneous low-level battlefield, and conquering the alien plane is actually a lack of these military forces. Although they can determine the direction of the battlefield at their level, it depends on the strength of these armies to truly conquer the alien plane.

Seeing Moffett on the throne, he fell into meditation, and the counts and elders in the parliament suddenly couldn't sit still. Although the whole territory is Moffett's, its own interests must be fought for, and no one can deprive it, even the lord! Count Lyle couldn't sit still and had to stand up from the chair in the conference hall and trim the bow tie on his clothes with his hand to meet Moffett's inquiring eyes. At their level, it is normal to shed wolf hair and claws. But just as he looked at Marrett, his hand almost showed his wolf paws because of his inner fear. Lyell suppressed his fear and said to Moffett, "Dear Demon Lord, you should announce the attribution of this new werewolf demon. This time, according to the previous division, one to us, one to the Presbyterian, and one to your own army. Of course, this allocation will be selected by Lord Moffett first!"

Although the count and elders below were dissatisfied when they heard the distribution method of Count Lyle, they deeply felt their weakness when they saw the strength of the lord, and no one objected to it.

The werewolf generals beside them suddenly became happy, one by one. If they can choose these demons first, they will definitely be able to pick out a few good seedlings. In the future, their role on the battlefield will be much better than staying in the lord's territory.

Moffett looked at Lyle standing below with great interest. This decision was a little unexpected. He thought that the support of these counts and elders would be needed for future alien battles, and he was also satisfied with the distribution method this time. Compared with the past, these men fought against each other in order to give priority to potential werewolves. Arguments and fights, the result is much better this time. He is preparing to officially announce the results of today's discussion and let his generals accompany the elders and the count to discuss specific matters by themselves.

"I announce that this time..."

Before Moffett's decision was finished, Elder Black came down from the seat of elder, and the brisk footsteps suddenly interrupted Moffett's words. Moffett looked at the elder who came towards him un Pleasure and frowned. Even the Council of Elders can't ignore my authority. When he was about to scold the elder regardless of the occasion, Moffett suddenly found that there was unconcealed excitement and tension on Blake's face. Is there really something important? Moffett's heart moved

"Lord, there is a movement on the other side of the demon sea. Just now, my disappointing illegitimate son Kate sent a message: That man appeared!"

Withite the Lord's words, Black poked his head first and said excitedly in Morfit's ear. Blake and Kate have just repeatedly confirmed the accuracy of the news through secret communication, and immediately reported the first-hand news to the lord. After saying that, he replied to his mood, and his blushing expression gradually calmed down.

"Have you confirmed this news?" Are there any other demons who know this news?

Morfield is worthy of being the lord. Although he was still very excited to hear the news, he stopped turning the wolf's head ring with his right hand, but he quickly suppressed this emotion and stood up and pressed his hands on the table and asked slowly.

"At present, this is the village head of a werewolf magic mountain village near the barren plateau who asked someone to send a letter to Kate. The letter has been sent by the night pigeon before Kate sent me a secret letter, and Lord Molet will see it later. Because these demons have just come out of the sea of demons, and the territory of the giant demons is still two days away, so only we know this news at present!"

Black replied respectfully, thinking that every season of the Devil Sea is a new demon that has just been born during this period, and added the following sentence.

Morfield immediately relaxed when he heard the elder's answer and couldn't help loosening his clenched fists on the table. He turned back and sat in his seat and looked at Black's nervous and excited expression. "This lucky guy," Moffett thought to himself. Waving Black to return to the meeting, "It's time for the werewolf to rise! It's time for the demon world to rise!"

Looking up at the night in front of the hall, the moonlight sprinkled directly in front of the conference hall through the clouds, and the shadow of Elder Black was also printed on the conference table beside him.

The conference hall was quiet and terrible, and Black's footsteps stepped on the hearts of the werewolves step by step, heavy. They all smelled an unusual message. The werewolf demons looked sideways at Blake, who had just sat down, hoping to read something from his expression, but as soon as Black returned to his seat, he leaned against his seat and looked like a serious meeting. Since there was no useful message here, these werewolves all looked at each other. Lord, waiting for his new decision.

"Puff, Puff"

At this time, a night pigeon flew into the conference hall at night and went straight to Moffett's table. There was a letter. Although the sudden intrusion of the dead carrier pigeon made the tense atmosphere in the hall make Lyle and other counts frown, as soon as they saw the demon skin tied to the carrier pigeon tied to their feet, it was the information on the animal skin that triggered the change. What on earth made Blake interrupt the lord's resolution? It seems that this werewolf demon distribution plan is not as easy as before. Count Lyle suddenly realized in his heart that whether it is the death of the legendary werewolf or this letter, it indicates that tonight is doomed to be unstable. I hope it is good news.

Moffett took out the animal's skin from the foot of the night pigeon and slowly opened it. At this moment of uncovering the secret, he would never be in a hurry. Isn't there someone more anxious than him? Looking at the anxious waiting look of the werewolves under the hall, Moffett felt more happy. Lyle clenched his hands, and his body sitting on the chair began to stiffen, and cold sweat flowed through his forehead from time to time. He didn't even have time to wipe it. He looked at the werewolf demon count next to him nervously ready to listen to Morfit's new decision - the decision about this animal skin! At this time, Lyle suddenly saw that Moffett's expression stiffened, and the smile on his face froze. No matter how funny it looked, but the demons sitting underneath did not dare to laugh. The previous nervous expression relaxed in an instant, and their faces turned red.

"The sickle demon appeared in my werewolf demon village, hoping that Mofit, you boy can move quickly and personally send the child to the sickle demon collar in front of the giant demon. I believe you won't regret today's decision!

--Karl. Saya"

The animal skin slipped over Moffett's hand, "Karl. Saya." Teacher, how can I repay you for giving such a big gift to the students in your old age? Moffett suppressed the gratitude in his heart, stood up, looked at the confused people below, and smiled when he saw Blake.

"Everyone! My people! I believe you have all wondered why I changed my previous decision because of Elder Black's words, because a sickle demon came out of the devil sea this year! In the spring of 1001, he came, and now he is in my territory. This is the gift of the devil! So I now announce that all the werewolves this spring will be handed over to the army and led by General Olaf. General Olaf, do you have any problem with this? Moffett went straight over the counts and elders below and looked at Olaf sitting on the right.

"My subordinates will live up to the expectations of the lord!"

"Good!" Moffett turned his head and continued to look at the other werewolves. "I believe everyone here knows the prophecy of the Sofitel sage!" Now that the sickle demon has come out of the sea of demons, then the matter of the demon council can be brought to the table. And if we find the sickle demon, we will get the friendship of the sickle demon lord, which is extremely important for us werewolf demons to enter the demon council. And Elder Black, who was the first to report the news, should be the president of our Werewolf and Demon Presbyterian Association. Will you have any problem with it? After saying that, Moffett took a deep look at the delighted Elder Black.