C1568 Warmonger Rinca

In the southern part of the Sylvian Continent, there was a newly built Demon camp.

Yesterday, they were drinking and chatting, but today, there were corpses everywhere.

"It's gone so quickly. The Demon Race is nothing special." The only survivor of the camp snorted coldly.

It was a middle-aged man with a tall and sturdy body. He was holding a large saber in his hand