The distorted and chaotic plane returned to normal in an instant, and the sky released warm and clear sunshine. There were no more blood-colored clouds, blizzards, or light filled with bewitching power.

The mountains became tattered and the battlefield was still filled with blood, smoke and screams, but all the wizards realized one thing, that is, the reinforcements of the White Tower Alliance had arrived and they had won the final victory.

The panicked angels fled directly into their crystal pyramid, quickly transformed into emerald green crystal battleships and rushed out of the plane, as if trying to escape from here, but before they touched the edge of the plane, they were grabbed by a pair of huge hands made of ice and crushed into pieces.

The demons probably had a lot of experience in this regard. They simply stopped running and gathered together. They pulled up a big tree, cut it into planks, and then marked the price to sell themselves.

Although the demons are chaotic and warlike, they have one thing they are very clear about, that is, humans are not easy to mess with. If they provoke them and still can't beat them, then it is likely that their abyss lord is dead, those big demons are almost dead, and the most important thing is that their hometown is probably going to be lost too.

These are some of the information that were engraved deep into their blood and the rules of the abyss by many powerful demons when they were born.

If you provoke a wizard and are discovered by him, it means that the abyss will lose a layer.

Taylor couldn't help feeling surprised when he saw these demons digging a hole and burying themselves, leaving only their heads exposed, and then holding a wooden sign in their mouths. He didn't expect these demons to have such active minds.

While Taylor and some young first-level wizards who did not have enough experience were still looking at this scene in surprise, the second-level wizards who already had some understanding and experience were already picking and choosing the demons as if they were shopping in a market.

"This demon doesn't look good. The horns on his head have too many impurities. It's obvious that his bloodline isn't strong enough. I guess this demon has reached the end of his rope."

"This demon's teeth are not good, and there are still flaws. If you choose a demon, you should choose a good-looking one, right?"

"This demon looks good, but the price written on his contract is too expensive. Ten pure souls a day. Although it says there is no limit on race, the price is too high. What a greedy demon!"

The wizards began to choose their spoils. Many wizards scoffed at the demon contracts offered by these defeated demons. They thought that the price these demons paid to sell themselves was a bit too high.

Faced with the disdain of some wizards, many demons became anxious and blushed, loudly describing in the wizard's language how powerful their combat power was, how versatile they were, how sacrificial they could be in multiple directions, and so on.

Some demons even began to pose in coquettish ways, except that only their heads were left exposed, which made them look extremely funny.

These demons are really amazing and they adapt to the environment so quickly, but they are really expensive.

Taylor walked forward and looked at a demon with a bull's head. This demon had a head with bull horns, and looked no different from a bull. It had black and white hair on its body, a pair of bat-like wings on its back, sharp claws on its hands, and was wearing armor made of high-purity abyss magic iron.

When this minotaur demon first fled, he just ran away. When the demons started selling themselves, he was not the first to react. Instead, he looked around and learned how to do it before burying himself and selling himself.

Based on the demonology knowledge that Taylor learned, as well as the complete analysis of Abyss Demon technology, the complete characteristics of Abyss Demon bloodline, etc.

He judged that the bloodline of this bull-headed demon should be closer to a bull-headed demon called the Minotaur. It should have the bloodline of the Minotaur, and the upper limit should be acceptable.

That’s the price……

Taylor lowered his head. The silly bull-headed demon thought he was showing an exquisite and handsome smile, but in Taylor's eyes, he just saw a cow with its two corners of mouth raised, revealing a silly and ugly smile.

Taylor's gaze shifted to the wooden sign held in the mouth of the Minotaur, on which were written the terms of employment, or the terms of selling one's body, in the common language of wizards.

"Provide eight pure unconscious souls every day, mix them with fresh plums and green grass that are special products of the elf plane, and add tomato juice and special monster milk."

Taylor: ………

Did I raise a devil's thug, or did I raise a master for myself? And I have to cook for you?

Eight unconscious souls, your one-day wages are equivalent to what I would earn by making four Achilles warriors. You know, unconscious souls that have been freed of all impurities can also do business with devil merchants in hell.

Taylor was very interested in the bloodline of the bull-headed demon, and he also felt that he needed more helpers, but for such conditions, Taylor said he did not want to pay.

"Three unconscious souls a month. You have to earn the rest of the materials with your own hands. Give me your soul completely. I don't want to sign any weird contract."

After hearing Taylor's request, the minotaur's eyes widened, and the corner of his mouth, which had just been grinning, immediately tilted downward, making him look dull, with a drop of saliva hanging from his mouth.

He knew that a cunning wizard would bargain, but he didn't expect the wizard in front of him to be so ruthless. Not only did he cut his wages, but he also wanted his cow! You can afford the price, and it's not impossible to sell it, but look at what you are talking about? Three unconscious souls in a month, not even the fresh plums and green grass of the elf plane! "Tui!"

Poor guy!

The minotaur's face changed drastically, and he immediately became extremely disgusted, and spat on the ground with a look of contempt. He expressed his disdain for Taylor with his actions.

Hmm? Kano, who was standing half a body away from Taylor, saw that the Minotaur was so ungrateful, his face changed, and he squatted down and whispered something in the Minotaur's ear.

Taylor, expressionless, was somewhat curious. He wanted to know how Kano was going to convince this bull-headed demon.

Steak………Bullwhip………Smash the soul………Cut into pieces………Beef roll………Boiled meat………Classic torture………“Be” a good demon…………

Ah this I just listened to a few words here and there and then I didn’t want to listen anymore because the bull-headed demon was so scared that his eyes were about to pop out.

Parker felt a chill in his heart. He was just a talented bull-headed demon warrior who had just turned a hundred years old. He was not yet a pure-blooded demon and was just a pawn on the battlefield. How could he be targeted by such a terrifying human?

Since Parker was born in the abyss, due to the lack of soul resources, what he saw most was the demons killing the abyss creatures meaninglessly, at most tearing their souls apart and eating their internal organs alive.

Parker usually stays away from demons who are good at killing and torturing others, for fear that he will be captured and used as material for their enjoyment.

So the somewhat ignorant Parker felt that the words spoken by the human in the red robe were so chilling that the cow felt cold to the core.

It's not Parker's fault that he is ignorant. Demons are a natural supernatural race. They have been thinking about chaos and killing since their birth. Only demons with a certain level of wisdom will start to study some strange things.

Under Kano's threat, Parker nodded vigorously after a while, and then couldn't wait to separate his soul and put it in Taylor's palm.

Parker didn't mention anything about delicious grass, plums, tomato juice, Warcraft milk, souls, etc. In his opinion, if he could stay away from this monster in a red robe that even demons were afraid of, he would not hesitate even if it meant selling his soul.

"It's just a newborn calf. Compared to those demons, its mental quality is too poor. It's obvious that it's a novice."

Noticing Taylor's strange look, Kano shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly.

(End of this chapter)