Irina led the elves out of the crypt. Their clothes were still in tatters, but their mental outlook was completely new.
With their shackles removed from their brisk hands and feet, breathing fresh air again, and looking up at the vast sky, many elves have begun to sob at this feeling of freedom.
Irina held an old account book in her hand, with a stern expression.
"What's wrong?" Mag had already docked the ship on the shore, glanced at the account book in Irina's hand, and asked.
"A ledger that records the sales of the elves they captured over the past ten years." Irina handed the ledger to Mag.
Mag was casual, and the number of captured wandering elves was densely recorded in the ledger. However, in this ledger, they were called piglets. A large part of them died of resistance and abuse, while the elves who were successfully enslaved were sold. There are demons and orcs everywhere, and even people from the Los Empire are involved.
Bashir's name appeared very frequently. From ten years ago to one month ago, there were records of him purchasing elves, and the number was about a hundred people.
"What are you going to do?" Mag handed the account book back to Irina.
"I want to kill people." Irina said calmly, but there was a storm hidden under that calmness.
"Then let's start with Bashir tonight." Mag nodded. He could understand Irina's mood, and he could also think about the pain suffered by those wandering elves who were sold to various places. The first one on the list was Bashir. Hill.
"Okay." Irina nodded, her eyes softening slightly.
"I have already prepared the boat. It may not be convenient to take them to the Alcatraz Island of Fear, so I plan to let them go to Shell Island first and then meet them when we return." Mag continued.
Irina glanced at the big ship on the sea not far away, looked back at the elves and said, "Everyone, get on the ship, I will take you away."
Upon hearing this, the elves quickly put away their emotions and waded into the boat in an orderly manner.
Although there were no strong ones among the elves, they were still at level three or four. After clearing the badges and marks of the evil demon clan on the ship, the ship quickly turned around and headed towards the Shell Island in the south.
The griffin hovered over the big ship, sinking two tracking ships and seven or eight flying mounts. After confirming that the big ship had left the territory of the evil demon, it turned around and flew towards the fearful Alcatraz Island.
"You and Xiaomi will be watching from a distance for a while, and I will kill Bashir as soon as possible and take away the trapped elves." Irina held Mag's waist and whispered in his ear.
Mag's heart softened. Irina obviously didn't want him and Amy to be in danger. She smiled and shook her head and said, "I'm afraid it won't work this time. You and Xiaomi stay a little further away, and let me go out of fear first." Let’s survive the disaster on Alcatraz Island.”
"Overcoming the tribulation?" Irina looked at Mag in confusion.
"My strength is about to be restored to level nine, but because it is restored, it is a little different from ordinary breakthroughs. It will cause a catastrophe, and I have to survive it to successfully overcome it." Mag explained with a smile.
"Even if you break through level nine, you are still no match for Bashir." Irina shook her head.
"Anyway, just watch. With Ah Zi here, even if I can't beat him, I can still run away." Mag said with a relaxed look. It was a bit difficult to explain the matter about the thunder tribulation.
Irina looked at Mag, thought for a while, and nodded.
As the most powerful race among the demons, the Fear Demon Race occupies the three most fertile and wide islands in the center of the Devil Islands.
They have a strength that dwarfs the Devil Islands. They have a top-level fear demon ancestor, more than five level 10 demons, and have a powerful fear army. This kind of strength is comparable to that of the goblins.
However, Mag was not panicked. According to the system, when he was going through the tribulation, the stronger the external interference, the stronger the thunder tribulation. If the entire fear demon clan was involved, he didn't know what would happen, but he would suffer. It must be the fear demon clan.
On the island to the west of the Fear Islands, there is a hall made of black skulls. A tall demon sitting on the skull throne, enjoying the elf massage, raised his hand, and an attendant came forward and knelt down on one knee. .
The demon's face was twice as long as that of an ordinary person, and the upper half of the face was densely covered with eyes. The red eyes opened and closed at the same time, exuding a frightening aura.
"I heard that there will be a new batch of goods coming out from the Evil Demon tomorrow. You go check them out for me and buy all the good ones. I killed a few in the past few days and I have to make up for it." Bashir He said in a hoarse voice, as harsh and unpleasant as iron friction.
"Yes." The attendant responded respectfully.
"Let's go, I'm going to bed. Today..." Bashir's eyes swept over the elves whose eyes were a little evasive, and he reached out and pinched the chin of a petite elf, "I'll take care of you."
There was a hint of fear in the elf's eyes, and he pursed his lips and did not dare to make a sound.
The other elves looked at her with some pity, and there was also sadness in their hearts. None of the selected elves had a good end. There were no one knows how many sisters had died, but more sisters were bought in a steady stream. , fell into this endless abyss.
The Fear Demon Tribe is the most powerful demon race. Wind Forest has acquiesced to the deal with them, and it is even more impossible to offend the Fear Demon Tribe for their sake.
Bashir stood up, put his arm around the waist of the petite elf, and was about to leave.
"Old Bashir, come out and die!"
At this moment, an arrogant and loud voice sounded in the sky, spreading throughout the three fear islands.
"boom!"
Along with the shaking of the ground, a thunder almost exploded in everyone's ears.
"ah!"
The elves screamed, and those who were unsteady on their feet even fell to the ground.
The demons in the palace also looked at each other in confusion. Who dared to go to the Alcatraz Island to provoke and directly launch an attack.
Bashir's face turned cold, he let go of the hand holding the petite elf, and sneered: "Ha, it's been many years since I met anyone who dared to come here to provoke."
"boom!"
"boom!!"
As soon as Bashir finished speaking, there were two more thunders, and the shaking on the ground became more obvious. Some skulls hanging on the wall even fell off and rolled on the ground.
"Bashir, old dog, do you want to be a coward? Or are you horrible demons all cowards?"
The voice became more and more arrogant, accompanied by thunder, like a loud slap on Bashir's face.
"Humph!" Bashir snorted coldly, walked towards the entrance of the hall, and disappeared at the entrance of the hall in one step.
The purple-striped griffin flew over the Fearful Alcatraz Island like a streak of purple lightning, spitting out balls of purple ball lightning from its mouth, which landed on the buildings on the island below. The ball lightning exploded with a loud noise, destroying the buildings one after another.
