Once Onyxia had devoured the multi-headed snake, Abbott and the others returned to the village.
No need for Abbott to open his mouth.
Will volunteered to be the "publicist" for Abbott's great deeds.
It's so exciting to talk about it, it's so colorful, it's blowing Abbott out of the water.
What made Abbott bitter was that for those who didn't know, it was as if Will was around when Abbott was fighting his opponent.
Anyway, after hearing that the threat there was neutralized.
The crowd in the village cheered.
There were even a number of people crying out, and it turned out that many of them had friends and family who had died under the attack of that monster.
Now that the monster had been destroyed, they could go there with confidence and boldness.
This time they no longer picked up those low-value crushed ores as they did the garbage, but dared to build a mine to extract those expensive ores on a large scale.
While looking at the busy crowd in front of him, Abbott frowned a little.
He fretted a little, the men in front of him were already a lot more than when he first took over, but there was still a problem now.
Insufficient manpower!
If you want to mine minerals on a large scale, it's not enough to have just one village of people.
Abbott in particular is very demanding.
He was going to turn this place into a stronghold, a base.
That's what's in his interest.
So right away Abbott gives an order for Will and the others to do an all-out search for survivors in the neighborhood.
Abbott even allowed him to go out and plunder some of the weaker demons; after all, quite a few of them had quite a few slaves stored under their hands.
With the strength of the Sword Saint Will plus the assistance of Onyxia, some small demon armies were no match at all and often ran away dropping their loot when they met.
Among these spoils were food, currency, and slaves.
After that group of slaves are rescued, they hear about Abbott's exploits and basically choose to join.
As for the few diehards, they will all be taken and fed to the dragons.
...
The days went by fast.
More than half a year has passed since Abbott saved them, and the war between orcs and demons has reached a fever pitch.
With one city after another, the orcs built up their defenses and supported each other against the tidal wave of demons.
The demons, on the other hand, were in the stage of dividing up the spoils, setting off a looting frenzy with each area they captured.
And because of that, the orcs have even waged counterattacks quite a few times while the demons were infighting.
The effects are all pretty mediocre though, after all, the land the demons pass through is reduced to rubble.
By this time the small village had grown to the size of a city.
The previously crumbling fence had become a high wall.
The city had established a complete industry chain with the newly opened mines, producing quite a lot of elite equipment every day.
These equipments were laced with a certain amount of Anti-Magic Stones, which not only had outstanding physical defense, but could also fend off the Orc Shaman's spell attacks head-on.
As for the formation of the troops, it was organized by Will, who selected five thousand qualified orc warriors to undergo Abbott's transformation.
Established the first army under Abbott.
Overall, it's a newborn but full of potential city.
Even though this is a very remote mountainous area, Abbott's reputation has passed on to a number of areas at this point.
They called the city the Scarlet City.
It is said to be a city founded by a group of red-skinned half-demons who eat people without blinking an eye.
Some people are even already preparing to build Abbott's statue, waiting for Abbott's strength to rise to ignite the divine fire and accept the sacrifices and offerings of the people.
And Abbott has never dropped his own training in addition to managing the turf for over half a year.
Abbott understands that iron sharpens iron.
To thrive in peace, you must have strength in yourself that can shock other prying eyes!
In addition to Abbott's strength gains, Onyxia is progressing quickly.
Not only did it grow another round to have a more powerful physical combat ability, the multi-headed snake meat that it had eaten earlier also showed its value.
Onyxia also has the ability to recover from wounds quickly, allowing her to no longer fear any damage.
Sort of a surprise.
....
The good times didn't last long, just as Abbott's power was growing fast.
Someone's on to them.
"What, someone tried to attack our outpost last night?"
Abbott asked, sitting on his throne with an air of dignity.
I didn't realize that someone had actually put attention on his head.
Will, who was in front, immediately knelt down and respectfully spoke of last night.
"My lord, last night a damn orc force attacked our outpost outside the mine, numbering around a hundred, and although it was a sneak attack, it was still repelled by our soldiers."
"And the other side left a number of bodies in their escape, and the tattoos on the bodies suggest that it was the work of a nearby clan called the Black Hoof."
With that said, Will pulled out a map of the neighborhood and handed it to Abbott.
Abbott took the map and examined it, realizing that the Blackhoof Clan the other party was talking about was not far from this side, about two or three days away.
It is a small nation founded by three main cities, with the supreme commander being the patriarch of the Blackhoof Clan, and possessing beliefs and altars.
Their small nation believed in the God of Forge and Trade, a native and weak deity.
After reading the information, Abbott began to brood, wondering if he should engage in a war to destroy these stupid orcs who knew no better.
"My lord, the other side's army is not enough to fear, what's trickier is that deity."
"Although the God of Forge and Trade is only a weak god of this realm, this realm hasn't completely fallen yet, so he can still use some of his divine power and will be a considerable trouble."
Hearing this, Abbott hesitated, as a high-ranking demon, he wasn't afraid of that weak god, and as long as he wanted to, he himself could always enter those three cities for a sneak attack, taking out that god's followers and weakening his strength.
But Abbott's fear is that the city is still relatively weak right now, and if he attacks, he's afraid that he'll be attacked by the others, and the loss will outweigh the gain.
Just as the two were discussing their strategy, a crier ran in.
"Lord Nameless! A messenger from the Blackhoof Clan is here, and he wants to talk to you."
Huh, the other side would actually line up messengers to come over, did they come over to bow down and apologize?
Abbott waves his hand, signaling for the guards to let the other man in.
A short while later, a large orcish man covered in black armor walked in.
He was seen looking left and right, a picture of arrogance.
Upon meeting Abbott, not only did he not curtsy, but he had a condescending demeanor.
"You are the master of the Scarlet City? That legendary high-ranking demon - Nameless?"
Abbott frowned and held down Will, who was next to him, who wanted to draw his sword and cut the other man down.
"It's me, what does your clan want by sending an emissary here, to make amends for sneaking up on my men last night?"
"Compensation? Are you telling jokes? We're a clan sheltered by a true god."
The messenger laughed contemptuously.
"I've come to make a notification in accordance with the wishes of the gods that from now on, you will pay seventy percent of the minerals you mine to our Blackhoof Clan every day, or else..."
Abbott grinned, scarlet eyes fixed on his opponent.
"Or what?"
"Or we will send an army to trample this place and finish off you damned demons, and you traitors who have betrayed the orcs."
Hearing this, Abbott burst out laughing.
"Hahaha, no need, bring back my words to your god, just tell him to get ready for war, the demonic hordes will destroy your cities, massacre your people, and then tell your god to get the hell off the altar!"
Abbott finished and stood up, calmly.
"Before that, as a punishment for your arrogance, I've decided to make you feel the pain from your soul!"
Having said that, he walked towards the pale-faced messenger.
Chapter 20 Agony Straight to the Soul!
The messenger was in a dilemma for a moment after hearing such a direct answer from Abbott.
On the one hand their gods had sent down a holy decree to bring the threat of war to Abbott and others.
But it's just enough to threaten.
After all, the situation of the orcs was already getting more and more dangerous, and it was only a matter of time before the world fell.
The centerpiece of this is still getting Abbott's forces to spit out some of the benefits of the mine.
Their Blackhoof Tribe had actually known that there was such a mine in this area for a long time.
However, it was never developed due to cost and the existence of multiple snakes.
And after they see Abbott's forces succeed in mining so much ore, they can't help but get a little misty-eyed.
That's why it's such a big deal. Last night's sneak attack was an attempt to tell Abbott.
If they don't share some of the benefits, then they certainly won't make it easy for Abbott.
...
"Hmph, are you declaring war on us? We're a tribe that has the protection of a True God!"
The messenger looked at Abbott, who was getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but get a little nervous.
The aura of a high-ranking demon surged out from Abbott, and he realized that the strength of the man in front of him was as breathtaking as a mountain.
"True Gods? Haha, how many of you have fallen since our demonic hordes poured in here, even your main gods have closed their doors, right?"
Abbott stood in front of his opponent, condescending.
The messenger saw that using the orc gods as a threat was no longer working, feeling the threat of death he said in a hurry.
"Since you want to declare war, then surely you will abide by the point that two armies do not kill each other."
Abbott smiled as he looked at the fancy messenger in front of him.
"Of course, after all, you'll have to give this message to your pathetic deity."
Hearing this, the emissary of the Blackhoof Clan breathed a go and sighed that he could finally live!
Though he knew that coming to the demon's territory was a ninefold death.
But who would actively seek death when they can choose to live.
Thinking of this, the emissary resumed his haughty look, a hint of malice flickering in his gaze.
In his heart, he thought, "Hmph, even if you people dare to fight over here, you're looking for death!"
On the other hand, he said, "I will bring your original message to our gods, so please allow me to leave first."
After doing a symbolic salute, the messenger prepares to leave this.
"Wait."
A smirk appeared on Abbott's handsome face, a hint of madness radiating from his scarlet pupils.
"I did say I would make it possible for you to be able to go back, but I also said ...."
A grip on his opponent's head.
"I will make you feel the pain from your soul!"
.....
Demons, themselves, are a combination of madness and chaos.
Abbott is not a nice guy, maybe in a previous life, but in this one reborn as a demon ....
Brutality has always been in his blood, and the nature to kill has never left him.
Being able to listen to the other side finish their request after being provoked by them nowadays is enough to show that Abbott is a calm enough demon.
If any other demons had come, they would have long ago torn each other to pieces upon hearing those words.
And now, hearing such a rude request from the other party, Abbott knew immediately that there was no way in hell he was going to agree to it.
If you fulfill a small request today, you will make a more demanding request tomorrow.
It wasn't over until Abbott's turf and strength were eaten up.
This truth was learned in Abbott's last life, want my benefits, then be prepared to trade life and blood for them!
The messenger in Abbott's hands kept struggling, trying to use brute force to break free of his bonds, but unfortunately he was as powerless as a chicken in Abbott's presence.
Next Abbott unleashed a secret spell that could only be used by high-ranking demons, surprisingly pulling the other's soul out of his body!
Without the soul's enchantment, the messenger's physical body simply collapsed to the ground, as if dead.
"You demon! What are you doing!" The messenger's soul screamed in fear.
Only a wisp of black fire emerged from Abbott's fingertips.
Gently placed on the other's soul body.
The next instant, that black fire actually set the other party's soul on fire!
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
As the black flame continued to burn unceasingly on the other's soul body, the wretch couldn't help but begin to let out a scream.
That kind of pain that went straight to his soul was something that he was simply unable to endure, and it was unlikely that anyone would be able to withstand it!
He was seen floating in the air, twitching and struggling, trying to extinguish the black flames on his body.
But how!
That was the kind of power Abbott could only do as a high-ranking demon, unless those beings too powerful than him could extinguish those flames.
Playing with souls is a specialty of demons, and in this area, demons are experts.
This was the most terrifying point of demons, as the most favored race of the Endless Abyss.
Not only do demons possess strong physical bodies, but they are unrivaled in the creation of suffering!
"Kill me, kill me!"
The soul body of the messenger floated in the air screaming in agony.
Instead of fulfilling his request, Abbott put the other man's soul into a round crystal and gave it to the underling.
"Send him back, it's enough to deter the other side."
Abbott wasn't worried that his opponent's soul wouldn't be able to withstand it, after all, burning souls the way he was using it would be slow.
This fragile mortal soul can withstand about seven days before it completely dies out.
If it was some strong warriors or mages, their souls could withstand it for a full hundred years.
This kind of torture, combined with the extraordinarily long duration.
For a moment it made those who saw Abbott's methods for the first time pale with fear.
It wasn't their fault, Abbott had been a very high-strung but gentle lord from the beginning, they hadn't seen Abbott in such a terrifying light.
.....
"Well, Will, how's the army getting ready?"
Abbott returned to the throne as if he had done a trivial favor.
Will immediately and respectfully reported the army situation to Abbott as it was.
"Back to Your Excellency, we now have five thousand troops at our disposal who have received complete military training, and many of them are survivors of previous wars and possess good military qualities."
"As for the reserve forces, there are about 10,000 of them, and although they have not undergone training, they have demonic bloodlines, so they won't be too far behind in battle ...."
"Equipment-wise, we're all uniformly equipped with elite equipment, which is way better than the orc units on this continent."
"It's a shame there aren't enough shamans and archers, long-range means of attack are so lacking."
Listening to Will's report, Abbott was fairly satisfied; six months couldn't force so much, so Will had done a good job.
"Just leave 2,000 men behind to guard the Scarlet City, the others will follow me out, we'll crush each other in a quick battle!"
Abbott gave the order and Will immediately complied.
Although the army is small, Abbott is not worried.
Because he has an undercurrent that he has never used before, and it's enough to change the tide of this war.
That was the artifact acquired earlier, the Cloak of Pride!