Deep in the forest, seated beside a campfire, Dragonire drooled eagerly, patiently awaiting the cooking of the T-Rex meat.
While cooking, Dragonire's stomach began to growl, a clear sign of his intense hunger.
GROWL!!!
After a while, the T-Rex meat finished cooking.
‘Finally! Alright, time to dig in!’
MUNCH! MUNCH! MUNCH! NOM! NOM! NOM!
“Yum! Delicious!”
After a brief period, Dragonire had eaten his fill and was satisfied.
“Aaaah! That was one of the best meals I’ve ever had.”
BURP!!!
In the forest, Dragonire wasn't solitary; various creatures such as birds, insects, and small animals or monsters freely roamed the surroundings. Naturally, none of these creatures posed any threat or bothered him, prompting him to let them be. In a generous gesture, he even shared some of his leftover T-Rex meat with them.
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It has been approximately fifteen minutes since Roland and Ingrid engaged in their fight.
From the looks of it, Roland seemed to have the upper hand, though only slightly.
Ingrid grew increasingly concerned for her safety, realizing that the longer the fight dragged on, the more inevitable it became that she would eventually lose and face a perilous end.
At this moment, Ingrid glanced at one of her demon soldiers and blinked her eyes twice in quick succession—an unmistakable signal that she needed assistance. It became apparent that from the outset, she had no intention of engaging in a fair and square fight. Her interest in PVP combat was solely for amusement, and she had never taken it seriously.
Upon receiving the signal, the demon soldiers swiftly launched an attack on both Roland's and Yelena's parties.
“Hey, bitch! What’s the meaning of this?!” Roland demanded.
“Hahaha! Wow! I can’t believe you’re such an idiot… Listen up, you inferior humans! I’m the boss here, so I’ll decide whatever I want. Also, watch your mouth and don’t call me a bitch!” Ingrid declared.
"Grrrr! You think I care?! Die, you demon bitch!" Roland roared, his fury unleashing as he went all out.
Glancing back, Roland addressed his party, “Are you guys, okay?! Wait for me, I’ll kill this bitch first and then help you guys after!”
“Yes, boss!”
“We’re fine!”
“Yeah, don’t worry about us! Just focus on killing the Demon Leader first!”
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A few hours later…
Lying on the ground, the dying Ingrid glared at Roland and said, "Keke! You may have won this time, but I'm afraid you and your buddies are about to meet your end very soon."
“Jeez, you stupid bitch! Just shut the hell up and die already!” Roland retorted.
"Don't worry; soon enough, you'll comprehend the gravity of my words…" After uttering this, Ingrid coughed up blood. Gradually, she closed her eyes, and just like that, she succumbed to her injuries.
“Fuck! I’m so tired!”
“Same! I thought we’re all going to die there.”
“Glad we survived! But man, I’m so fucking exhausted right now.”
Everyone barely survived and was severely wounded. For the time being, they need ample rest to allow their wounds to heal before resuming any movement.
Not even seven minutes passed, another massive group of demons arrived.
This time, it was two Demon Leaders with an army of roughly 1,500 Demon Soldiers.
“Yo! Look over there!”
“No fucking way! This time two Demon Leaders?!!”
“Dammit! I think this time we’re fucked!!”
The Demon Leaders were easily distinguishable; they were notably taller and more muscular, standing at around 10 feet, in contrast to the regular Demon soldiers who averaged between 5 to 7 feet in height. Additionally, the Demon Leaders were identifiable by their distinctive two-horned helmets, making them easily noticeable.
Unlike everyone else, Roland's injuries weren't too serious. In other words, he could still run away without any issue.
Observing his party, Roland said, "Sorry, guys! I'll take my leave first! Bye! Bye!"
Without wasting any more time, Roland got up and ran immediately.
WHOOSH!!!
SPRINT!!!
“Roland, you bastard! Where are you going?!!”
“That motherfucker! How dare he leave us just like that?!”
“Son of a bitch! I can’t believe he abandoned us like that!”
They were angered by Roland's sudden departure, a sting of betrayal gnawing at them. Having been friends since high school, his decision to leave abruptly left them feeling abandoned and hurt.
Soon, Yelena’s party and Roland’s friends found themselves surrounded by demons, with nowhere else to run.
One of the two male Demon Leaders remarked, “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Any last words?”
During this time, one of Roland’s friends started crying and begging the Demon Leaders to spare them.
“Pleaseeee! I beg you, please don’t kill us!!!”
The moment one player started crying, the others also joined in and pleaded with the demons to spare their lives.
"Waaaaahh! Waaaaahh! Mommy! Daddy! Help me! I'm dying! Waaaaahh!"
“Waaaaaahh! I don’t wanna die! I beg of you! Waaaaahh!”
“Waaaaaahh! Someone help us! Anyone, please save us from this hell! Waaaaaaahhh!”
For some reason hearing the players begging and crying annoyed the shit out of the Demons.
“We get it!! So shut the fuck up already and stop crying!!!” exclaimed one of the Demon leaders.
“Yeah, shut the fuck up!! Jeez… these humans really have no shame… To think they would cry like a fucking baby and even asking their mom and dad to save them... Seriously, how annoying!” The other Demon Leader said.
"Okay, okay... So if we stop crying, you'll spare us, right?" A player asked, wiping away his tears.
The two male Demon Leaders exchanged glances and burst into laughter.
“Hahahahahahaha!!!”
“Bahahahahaha!!!”
After a hearty half-minute of laughter, the Demon Leaders finally composed themselves and ceased laughing.
Then out of nowhere, one of the two Demon Leaders smirked and said, “Don’t worry… Actually, we don’t plan to kill you all...”
“What?! For real?! You will really spare us?!” A player asked with a happy face.
“Yes… but we have to do something first…” The Demon leader said.
“Do something?! What is it, do tell us! We’ll gladly do anything you want as long as you don’t kill us!!” exclaimed one of the players.