The Hero in Exile

Chapter 132 King of Hell

late at night.

The afterglow gradually dyes the earth, and huge rocks lie together in uneven shapes. The sunset is an elegy for the longing during the day. The breeze blows across the hillside, powerful yet soft.

The scenery here is beautiful, especially the picturesque sunset and the breeze that can sweep away worries, which makes people want to take a second look. If Lingyu just came here to climb the mountain, she would still be very happy, but when she thinks about what she will have to face tomorrow or so, she can only sigh in her heart.

"What are you thinking about? You're about to fall behind."

"I was just sighing at the beautiful scenery here, but I'm not in the mood to appreciate it, especially when I think of the tough battle tomorrow."

“Isn’t the scenery beautiful?”

Morantong looked into the distance where Lingyu had just been looking. It was still the same as before, still refreshing and beautiful.

"Indeed, I haven't paid much attention to these things along the way. Looking at them occasionally can change my mood. What I mean is that if I have the chance to be with you in the future, these scenery will be more beautiful than just these."

Lingyu was stunned for a moment, her heart skipped a beat and she looked at the man who had just said something almost like a confession to her. He was still looking into the distance but she could tell from the corner of his eye that he was still looking at her.

That's why this man is unexpectedly sweet, and after he finished speaking, he acted as if nothing had happened, as if the words were not said by him. Well, man, you have successfully caught my attention.

No, if I can be controlled so easily, my family status will be in jeopardy. Lingyu, who was about to say something arrogant, noticed that Moran's hands were slightly clenched and his lower lip was bitten nervously.

The words were on the tip of his tongue but he held them back, and his eyes couldn't help but soften a little. What the hell, it turns out that he had been trapped in it for a long time. It's really frustrating.

"Then it's a deal. You will stay with me until the end of the tour and you are not allowed to regret it."

Moran breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

"I will never break my promise. Once these things are resolved, I will accompany you wherever you want to go."

……

"My lords, there is a flat area here where I have already set up camp. Come and rest quickly. The beasts on this mountain will be safer if they stay closer to the fire!"

The miner who was walking in the front to explore the way found a relatively stable place, and he skillfully made a fire and set up a tent. Soon, a wisp of green smoke rose from the hillside.

In fact, the beasts that can live here are not afraid of fire. They just dare not get close because they feel the pressure from Bronzebeard and the guards next to them. Come to think of it, it's a good thing. They don't have to take turns to keep watch with Moran like before, and can have a good sleep.

After everyone had packed up, they gathered around the campfire and took out the dry food and beer they brought to enjoy. According to the habit of the dwarves, they would talk nonstop once they drank, but this overly quiet scene made people feel a little uncomfortable.

He looked at the dozen or so guards and miners crowded on the opposite side, while Moran and he were leaning against one side. Logically, it shouldn't be so crowded. Maybe it was because the king in their hearts was too kind that they didn't lean against each other. As for the guards, every time they got a little closer to Moran, they would be glared back by the "Eye of Death".

boom!

Bronzebeard had a slightly angry expression on his face, and the wine glass made a noise when it hit the ground, with the foam in the wine splashing out and landing on Bronzebeard. Number 10 man next to him didn't know what was going on, and they just huddled together like a ball.

Bronzebeard was so angry that he laughed when he saw his men being so cowardly.

"I really made you laugh. I told them before that they were coming to subjugate the divine blood elemental monster, but they were not afraid. I also told them that the risk of death was very high, but they still came without fear of death."

"Maybe they think you're scarier than the guy who wants to kill them."

Bronzebeard's face darkened visibly, and the guards beside him gestured to him to stop talking.

When Moran saw this, he just smiled knowingly, which made everyone feel hopeful.

"Maybe they don't want to come at all, just because the client is you."

A dozen people nearby were petrified on the spot and had lost all hope.

A person who was afraid that things might develop into a serious situation stood up tremblingly.

"Lord Moran has said that our Royal Guards are the most powerful army of the people and the most trusted backing of the king. We will carry out the king's orders unconditionally, even if it means sacrificing our lives, and we will be loyal to the great king."

After saying this, he raised his glass and drank it all. The others also expressed their loyalty and drank the wine in their hands.

Bronzebeard's expression improved and the corners of his mouth lifted a little. He didn't stand up but filled the wine glass and held it high.

"Hail my loyal warriors."

"Hmm? Ugh!"

Moran, who wanted to say a few more sarcastic words, was stopped by Lingyu. After all, he still has to help us and he can't spoil other people's fun like this. Also, when will this guy get rid of his sarcastic nature? Doesn't he know what it means to be a hero if you know the times?

And you said this with such force, could you please stop shaking your legs so much next time? And Bronzebeard, you clearly saw it and you pretended to be blind instead of saying anything, right? However, Lingyu didn't say anything, but just warned Moran that if he continued to speak without considering the situation next time, he would have to reconsider something.

In fact, Lingyu herself also felt that what Moran said made some sense, especially when Tongxu's face turned black, his nose and brows were wrinkled together, the only thing missing was a book of life and death and a brush. Although she was a materialist, they were too similar and it was hard not to associate them together.

After three rounds of drinking, the dwarves' faces were all red and they drank beer in a very unpresentable manner. Lingyu was eating dried meat beside them and listening to the dwarves talking about the strange things they had encountered in a daze.

Moran couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw the dwarfs lying crookedly on the ground. Is this really the team he is going to attack tomorrow? Maybe the best way to break into the dwarf country is to let the catapults throw wine barrels into it so that the gate of the King's Castle can be opened without any damage the next day.

"Cheers to the friendship between our two races of magic and dwarves."

What is this guy talking about? If the church hears this, it will turn into a war. Moran looked at Bronzebeard lying on the ground and murmured in his heart. If he acknowledged the friendship between the two countries now and used a magic contract while he was unconscious, he could drag him into the water.

Moran's eyes darkened. This could solve the urgent problem for the demons, but when he looked at Bronzebeard who was defenseless with his belly exposed, he sighed.

Forget it. Let’s establish diplomatic relations between the two countries. It’s better for me to go to the dwarves and let my people stand in front of them openly. They will no longer be treated as slaves but can walk on the streets without any objection.

When Moran was full of ambition, he did not notice Lingyu trembling beside him.

Why is it that the more I look at Bronzebeard, the more I think of the King of Hell? Who among my family members would understand? If the King of Hell suddenly toasted me in the middle of the night, how many years of my life would it take to consume? Or how many years of work would I have to do in the underworld to accumulate blessings?