The Brave Master Is the Demon King

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The long convoy passed through the forest of the Wusen Empire, walking towards the border of the forest like an ant. The coachman followed the team with a carriage and slowly carrying luggage. The team of different races seemed a little messy. It was not only the soldiers of all races who protected this team, but also the huge Timberwolves and the tall trolls. And the elves riding the deer.

They were instructed by the Elf Queen to follow Rena, but the number was only over fifty, and they were very arrogant, did not communicate with other races, and walked in front of the team with a proud posture. Rinna, who was riding a ground dragon, seemed a little out of tune with them. The team set off from the lush Ufa Forest, passed by the edge of the World Tree, shuttled between the swamp and grassland, and finally reached Shitoshan, where there was another exit, a shortcut to the east .

A huge drop of water suddenly appeared in front of it, magically transformed into a huge door. There was a huge difference between the outside and the inside. One side was covered with snow, while the other was green, like two worlds. The team paused for a while, perhaps to confirm whether the gate was stable, or to be surprised by the frantically roaring snow, and most of them suddenly realized that they had been isolated from the outer room for so long.

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The support team left, the trading city restored its former calm, and people kept discussing one thing, and that was the restart of the caravan.

"I heard that we can do business with the outside world again. This time the caravan is to confirm the safety of the route. When they come back, we can go outside to do business, and people outside will also come to us with all kinds of goods. "

"I really miss my previous life. Although it's a bit messy, it's much more interesting than working day after day."

Businessmen and acquaintances on the side of the road chatted, this is a deserted side street, because this is a rebuilt city of pig people, so the buildings here are generally old and the roads are relatively narrow. The people living here are also the poorer people in the trading city, old people in old clothes, listless middle-aged people in unattended stalls, flies in front of the butcher shop, and the butcher lying on the table. Sleeping.

No matter whether the city is prosperous or not, here will be like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

"That's also our credit."

At this moment, someone in the crowd yelled, which attracted the attention of people around. The stall vendor who was still dozing off showed horrified eyes and saw a child with a red scar on his face, suspected to be burned on his face, holding a basket of vegetables and appearing in front of them.

Others glanced at him, then immediately avoided sight and continued to do their own things.

The young man lowered his head, gritted his teeth and crossed the side street, and came to the less crowded lane. He turned his head vigilantly and looked behind him. This action was repeated every few steps he took until he reached a grocery store in Mencora. Before he stopped.

A thin, arched old man sat in the shop. He sat motionless on the wooden bench, leaned his head on the counter, closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep. The young man frowned, passed him straight by, and suddenly he snapped, something caught his basket.

"Why are you here again, walk around! This is not the place for children to come."

The old man said irritably. Obviously, the young man was afraid of the old man's eyes. He took a half step back, showing a frightened expression.

"I want to join you, and I want revenge..."

Before he finished speaking, he was covered by the old man's mouth. The latter glared at him and shouted: "You don't want to live anymore? The crow hides in the dark. If you dare to shout, it pecked your eyes and ate. It’s your heart. Go, we don’t need a kid like you here."

After speaking, the old man pushed the young man hard, who staggered a few steps, hooked his left foot to the right heel, lost his center of gravity, and fell to the ground.

"Why can't I? Why not let me in?"

The boy asked with tears.

"You are too small and too skinny to do anything."

"I am twelve this year, and I know that someone younger than me has joined the group of light."

In an instant, the old man opened his eyes wide, covered his mouth, and whispered in his ear: "You have also seen their fate, do you want to be like them?"

The young man broke free and glared at him with eyes that he shouldn't be at his age, and shouted: "I am not afraid of death, I want revenge!"

"Good one is not afraid of death! Have the courage!"

At this moment, a woman's voice came from behind them, and the old man looked up and was suddenly startled. The visitor was a woman in linen clothes. Even if she was wearing loose clothes, it was difficult to conceal her wide arms and body.

She is stronger than a man, with scars on her face, and rough skin makes her look like a man.

"What's your name kid."

"I'm not a kid, my name is Gunk."

"It's just a kid who doesn't know the heights of the sky, he doesn't know anything, don't care about him."

The old man said quickly.

"I know your business, I know what you are doing, and I want to join you."

Hearing this, the old man's face turned black after a brush.

"Gunke, what's wrong with your face?"

The woman squatted down and stroked the boy's face. Her hands were as rough as tree bark, and her calluses were very thick.

The boy's eyes dodged and his emotions were uncertain. He bit his lower lip and said fiercely: "It was burned by the demons. They burned our home and my relatives..."

"Poor child, you should have a handsome face, have a happy family, and live in your hometown, not in such a ghostly place. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Yes, but also dead."

The boy clenched his fists, and the anger and hatred in his eyes became more intense.

"I feel sympathy for your experience. We have the same experience. Not only me, but there are more people like you. Now they are my partners and my family."

Hearing this, Gunke seemed to have realized something. He raised his head and looked at each other with excited and expectant eyes.

The woman crooked her mouth and said, "Come with me."

After talking ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, she pulled it up, the latter seemed to be lifted up, and she stood on the ground with her feet before she could react.

"Kerry, this impulsive kid is useless, he will definitely do something bad."

The old man hurriedly stopped. Gunke hated the old man. Why did he have to get along with himself?

"No, he is a man, a man of spine."

Gunk puffed up his chest proudly. After he was taken away by the slave trader, he had never been as confident as he is today.

After speaking, a woman named Kaili led him into the grocery store, opened a wooden door, walked through a small moss-covered courtyard, and came to a secret warehouse.

Pushing the door open, the sight inside surprised the boy.

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