Villain Lord: Both The Player And The Protagonist Want To Kill Me

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The battle with the flying demon gradually came to a stalemate.

However, under the cover of the Crusaders and Priests, the players felt quite relaxed.

Some of them followed the Crusaders in the front to stop the flying demons such as the Flomor.

The other part blocked the resurrection point and killed the newly resurrected demon player.

The location of the Novice Village for Demonic Players was chosen quite cleverly. It was a protruding cliff with an oval shape as a whole, and the rock wall was about 300 feet high.

The land devil wants to go up the cliff or take a long way up the mountain from behind the cliff.

Or you can only climb up the almost right-angled rock wall.

This is a typical terrain that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Occupying a favorable location, and the number of flying demons has been reduced by more than half.

As a result, until the players and the soldiers of Winter City killed all the flying demons, the first wave of land demons had not yet reached the cliff.

These mindless and violent races are still climbing up the steep rock wall with "clop, clatter, clatter".

Of course, some players are fighting bloody battles, while others are fishing for fish.

For example, when others are fighting monsters, he wanders around the Novice Village alone.

"Guys, look what I found!"

The real gentleman who was trying to catch a fish looked at the logs piled up in the warehouse of Novice Village with surprise on his face.

Enter for a while into the game channel:

"Coordinates (7852, 1431), come here. There are a lot of logs here. We can use these logs to smash the devil down! Damn it, there is still a lot of oil!"

Players who saw the public channel message responded one after another.

"Come on, come on! That's awesome, brother!"

"Thank you to the Abyss players for your gift. I'm not afraid that I won't be able to keep it now~"

"I just said why the enemy's house is so low. I have been preparing wood for a long time and haven't had time to repair it..."

"Tsk, tsk, it's so miserable. It's really hard for them to find wood in this abyss."

The players were talking a lot, standing on the cliff and looking far into the distance. Under the cold blood moon, the entire wasteland was filled with dark red demonic torrents.

From time to time, there are flashes of fighting spirit that soar to the sky, which is the King of Winter fighting in the demon army.

He was like a sharp sword moving back and forth among the demons.

But even so, he could not stop the overwhelming demon army alone.

The noisy roar grew closer.

The players looked down the cliff and could clearly see the devil's ferocious face.

Densely packed, dizzying to see.

They couldn't help but feel a little numb, and immediately gathered together, in groups of three or five, and quickly moved the logs from the warehouse according to the coordinates.

"Uncle Clemont, do you think how should we throw this log away? And what should we do with these barrels of oil?"

Clemont, who was directing the archers to shoot, turned around and saw a group of strangers, each holding a log half as tall as a man, with sly smiles on their faces.

"So many logs? And oil?"

Clemont's eyes flashed and he ordered the player:

"First pour the oil in a circle along the cliff, and let the oil slowly slide down the rock wall."

"As for the log, keep it now and throw it down when the devil is ten meters closer to the top of the cliff."

The players heard the words and followed suit.

They came to the vicinity of the cliff, poured oil and stacked logs. They were ready for the battle and were ready for battle.

At the same time, the howl of the demon leading the team was also heard from the middle of the cliff.

"Attack! The freshest flesh and blood is on top!"

The Horned Demon Overseer climbing at the front let out a deafening abyssal battle cry.

A group of horned demons and war-mad demons behind it were inspired by the war cry of the abyss.

His eyes lit up with a red light, and the muscles in his limbs stirred, crawling even more energetically.

Not a while yet.

The first wave of demon vanguards has climbed to the upper part of the cliff.

The Horned Demon Overseer looked greedily at the humans on the cliff looking down, and the desire for flesh and soul in his eyes had reached its extreme.

It jumped forward, sped up its running speed, and suddenly felt a slip on the sole of its foot.

Horned Demon Warlord: (´⊙ω⊙`)? ?

It felt like it was flying, first flying upward for a short section, and then began to fall towards the bottom of the cliff.

Those damn humans actually greased the rock wall?

This was the last consciousness of the Horned Demon Overseer.

Because with a loud "bang" sound.

Abyssal volcanic ash splashes.

The Horned Demon Overseer's huge body has been impaled on a sharp stone pillar.

But what was really fatal was the shattered internal organs after falling from a cliff more than 200 feet high.

Following the Horned Demon Overseer, the unexplained demon army continued to climb upward.

Then, their limbs also stepped on the oil on the rock wall, instantly slipping and losing their balance.

Dumplings usually fall from the cliff wall.

The continuous "bang bang" sound could be heard endlessly.

Some larger demons will roll and struggle during the fall, trying to grab the rock wall to delay their fall.

But all this is in vain, they will bring other demons with them.

After a while, a dense pile of demon corpses piled up at the bottom of the cliff.

Even if the demons fell down later, they would not be able to die due to the buffering effect of the corpse.

"Well done!"

The demon's offensive was thwarted, and the players were excited.

But it's too early to be happy now.

Clemont, who really saw the situation clearly, frowned.

There are too many demons, and the oil on the cliff will be consumed by the demons, and it will not last more than a few minutes.

As for those logs, they were just a drop in the bucket.

For large demons, those logs had almost no effect and could only smash down smaller demons.

Soon the devil will be on the cliff!

Just as Clemont expected.

Not ten minutes had passed yet.

The demon's vanguard has rushed onto the cliff, and no matter how many logs the players throw, they cannot stop these demons.

"Long time no see! Fresh flesh and blood!"

The other horned demon warlord stood on the cliff, picking up a player with his sharp claws and stuffing it into his mouth.

Chewing "crunching".

But the more it refused to chew, the weirder its expression became, and it roared in astonishment from its ferocious mouth:

"Damn it! Why doesn't it smell?"

Horned Demon Warlord

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The berserkers serve as foot soldiers among the demon race of the Abyss.

Although they are physically strong, they have low intelligence.

It is precisely because of this that the berserk demons are often easily deceived by more powerful demons and fight for them with their lives.

They rush into key positions within enemy ranks, and their foul stench can trouble even the toughest foes.