There is nothing new on the battlefield of bloody battles. The cracked bloody wasteland is swept by the smelly wind, and the jagged stone mountains are also flickering under the cover of groups of winged demons. In the endless years in the past,

An oppressive red setting sun bathed the entire level in scorching heat and dazzling sunlight.

Occasionally, dark clouds cover the plains, and it's time for the demonic army to march towards Baator Hell.

Although demons are generally heat-resistant, long-term exposure to the bloody sunset will aggravate the loss of water in the body. This may not be fatal to demons with tenacious vitality like cockroaches, but it will intensify their desire for water and food.

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Naturally, there is no water replenishment on the bloody battlefield, and don't expect any decent logistics management from the demon army. This will cause some demons to easily turn their thirsty eyes to those who are also hungry next to them when they really can't stand it.

Impatient brothers

Once passionate gazes catch fire, it often means the beginning of a bloody melee.

It wasn't until the hungry demons stood up from the mutilated corpses of their companions with blood in their mouths that they resumed their march towards the Baator Hell under the influence of the will of the abyss and the desire to kill.

It was as if there was a voice guiding them in the dark:

At the end of the bloody battlefield, there is everything they want.

It has remained the same for countless thousands of years.

Oh, maybe for some bloody mercenaries who take risks for profit, there are still big changes.

If we divide it based on the timeline, then since Byer came to power, the demons have never been able to break through the Bronze Fortress and spread the war to all levels of Baator Hell as they once did.

However, in order to maintain the devil's confidence in the bloody battle and his own political achievements, Bayer will still spread the devils as sentinel points to obtain military intelligence, and then send troops to the bloody battlefield based on the feedback information to constantly annihilate the small forces with superior force.

The army of demons in his possession gave some bloody battle mercenaries the opportunity to hunt demon heads.

But since a certain silver dragon replaced Bayer as the Grand Duke of Avernus sixty years ago, apart from a small number of devil sentries stranded deep in the battlefield, no devil army has been seen in the entire bloody battlefield.

Since then, the Bronze Fortress has become a veritable demonic meat grinder, and the profession of the Abyss Blood War mercenaries has truly slipped into hell in terms of employment environment and hunting performance.

Of course, due to the frequent recruitment and various forms of persecution by high-level demons, this profession may continue to exist forever.

But in order to survive, they gradually evolved from hunters into scavengers. Like vultures, they specialized in picking up and dismantling the corpses of medium and high-level demons on the battlefield and returning them to the steel fortress behind for sale. Anyway, the demons did not have a strict set of rules.

For the high-level demons, all they have to do is drive everyone to Baator Hell.

As for their life and death in the future, who has the time to care about them?

Are you unhappy about torturing those alien souls by changing into flowers in your own steel fortress? Or are the endless unique skills of the succubus ladies no longer good?

The tauren Danny Haute is such a scavenger named the Blood War Mercenary, a 'cattle offal wholesaler' who specializes in providing the raw materials of devil's sewer to Nessus, the dog owner of a tavern in the Broken Domain City.

In fact, he was a mercenary in the Death Arena in his early years. However, since his red dragon friend Tiberius broke into the Death Arena, in order to prevent the tragedy of "brothers fighting" from happening, he

Danny Haute chose to avoid the limelight temporarily, ah no, to abdicate in favor of others, so most of them worked in the tavern to survive. Occasionally, when the crazy red dragon was not around, he went to the Death Arena to gamble on his luck and make a fortune.

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Until sixty years ago, the red dragon couldn't think of anything and plunged into the bloody battlefield, and disappeared from sight ever since.

He originally planned to return to the ranks of death gladiators with tears in his eyes, and use the prize money he earned to take care of his left-behind daughter, Little Arie, instead of Brother Tiberius.

As a result, they found that the other party was still living a happy life without his father. God knows how the other party got into a relationship with the daughter of the lord of the city of Duanyu, and by the way, he also ruined his regained job:

After Danny Haute witnessed the delicate little succubus dismembering a Balor Balrog, he bid farewell to the Death Arena in despair and became a battlefield scavenger.

On the one hand, working in a tavern was really not in line with his temperament, and on the other hand, he wanted to try to recover the body of the red dragon. If it didn't work, dragging one of the other party's big horns back and handing it to Miss Alley would be an explanation.

With this thought in mind, this former Death Gladiator tauren plunged into the bloody battlefield.

He was lucky. With Li Wei from Hell coming to power, at least there was no threat from demons on the bloody battlefield. Instead, more dangers came from the demons who convulsed from time to time.

Therefore, he could earn a lot of money every year when he returned to Duanyu City by relying on his relationship with the tavern dog owner. Although his life was a bit hard, it was at least relatively stable.

And this year is the deepest time he has ever gone deep into a bloody battlefield.

As the battle traces of the dragon expedition he was following became increasingly grim, Danny Haute vaguely felt that he was approaching the place where the red dragon died.

At the same time, the more traces of the Styx River being cut off and diverted, which were like meteorites falling to the ground, were discovered, the more frightened the Minotaur became.

It's a pity that such a powerful brother, the Red Dragon, can't think about it.

Now that he has become the demon lord admired by all demons, why do he want to escape from the control of the will of the abyss! If it were Danny Haute, he could kneel down and call the abyss dad on the spot!

If the other party is still in Duanyu City, he might have become a demon by leaning on this dragon's thigh.

Danny Haute, who just missed the peak of Niu Sheng, could only sigh.

Just when he thought that Niu Sheng, who had been struggling silently for sixty years, was finally going to have a happy ending, the desolate bloody earth suddenly started to tremble.

Gradually from the earthquake to the shaking of the mountains

The tauren hurriedly climbed up a jagged stone mountain, dug around and took out a single-tube telescope smuggled from Baator Hell and looked towards the end of the wasteland.

I saw a dark mass of demons running towards his direction like a wave.

"What the hell is going on in the abyss? You must have run in the wrong direction, right?"

Danny Haute has been wandering in the bottomless abyss for nearly two hundred years, and this is the first time he has seen such a strange situation.

It is not that the demon army has been defeated in the past, but it is said that except for the most ancient chaos expedition, the most common scene is nothing more than a small group of demons encountering the superior force of the demon army.

Only in that kind of unilateral massacre, when the demon's desire to kill has not been fully aroused, will those middle and low-level demons with only "seven seconds of memory" break up and run away.

But right now, the boundless black mass in front of us must number at least hundreds of millions, right?

The tauren only felt a chill running down his spine.

He is not afraid of death too much. To be precise, those who can stay in the bottomless abyss for a long enough time are the flesh of a hob who have been on the edge of life and death countless times.

What he fears is the fear of the unknown.

Danny Haute did not choose to escape.

In this situation, it is impossible to escape. After all, the tauren are not real demons. These things can really escape back to the Wanyuan Plain without eating, drinking or sleeping, but their physical strength is limited.

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Rather than being trampled into a puddle of mud by the fleeing demons, he might still have a glimmer of hope if he stayed on this rocky mountain.

Just like a torrent will not rush up a high hill, there is a high probability that these demons who only care about escaping will not waste their energy climbing the mountain.

This was the survival wisdom he learned when a mudslide occurred in his hometown of Thunder Bluff.

Sure enough, as time went by, these exhausted demons directly overran the jagged stone mountain where he was, and continued to escape towards the Abyss Plain.

This situation lasted for two or three days, and the tauren also went from the initial panic to numbness and then to calmness. They sat on the ground and ate the little devil's ribs roasted on the stone slab baked by the sun, quietly.

Just wait quietly for the 'tide to recede' and then find a way to evacuate.

Just when he was picking up the freshly grilled ribs that day and preparing to stuff them into his mouth

Bah.

The ribs slipped from between the hooves and were covered in dust.

"Oh my god, is the scene from sixty years ago about to happen again?"

Because he saw that at the end of the defeated demon army, the numerous Cavans were constantly drowning the demons, even some powerful demon leaders and small lords were no exception.

In his impression, when the red dragon brother Tiberius rushed to the bloody battlefield, he also pulled up an army of rat men.

Danny Haute suddenly became excited, and a bold idea suddenly popped into his head full of muscles:

Could it be that the Tiberius brothers have ‘resurrected’ the dead and become a generation of undead dragons?

After all, this kind of situation is rare in the lower planes, especially when it happens to giant dragons.

And he soon ran out of time to think. In the tide of rat-men that had already overflowed the stone mountain, someone seemed to have discovered him?

Seeing a Skaven Legion rushing straight up the jagged stone mountain where he was, the Minotaur's head went dead on the spot.

Just when the Cavans with scarlet eyes were baring their fangs and were about to raise their weapons to stab him, the tauren's eyes widened and he suddenly shouted:

"I am Tiberius' good brother! Don't eat me!"

Originally it was just a last-ditch attempt to survive, but after hearing that name, those Cavins actually stopped and looked at each other:

"Your Majesty Titibilius?"

The latter slapped the former on the forehead: "Dragon of Destruction!"

They smelled the tauren, then raised their arms and shouted:

"die!"

"For the Holy Father! For the journey of the Dragon of Destruction!"

"die!!!"

Then this group of Cavans, who looked extremely vicious, actually bypassed the tauren and continued marching under his stunned gaze.

I don't know if it was his imagination, but he even saw a rat leader riding on the back of a giant rat like a mountain and carrying three long knives. When he passed by the hill where he was, he nodded and grinned at him.

A smile almost scared him out of intestinal obstruction.

After surviving the initial life-and-death crisis, Danny Haute was ignored by the rat tide.

So the tauren continued to wait for the black tide to recede, just like in the beginning.
To be continued...