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For Windlow, strong Chaos Corruption means that there may be some Chaos Cultists nearby.

But for a dark elf like Mousse who has experience fighting chaos, this level of chaos corruption will inevitably give birth to a demon nearby.

He held down Windlow tightly, and at the same time, held his breath and looked out the window.

A strange figure emerged from the forest, and a vague outline could be seen in the shadows.

It has horns representing Khorne, thorns representing Slaanesh, swellings representing Nurgle, and phantom blue hellfire representing Tzeentch.

"It's a demon, keep quiet."

After saying that, Mousse blocked Wendlow's mouth. She knew too well how to deal with demons.

That is to avoid direct conflict with the devil as much as possible.

However, the noisy tavern obviously attracted this demon who had just been born from the wind of chaos, and then he slowly walked towards the tavern.

With just one kick, he kicked open the door of the tavern, and then looked at everyone present with a manic and excited expression.

Some ordinary villagers were frightened to death on the spot. The demon that only existed in legends actually appeared. The witch hunters were not lying! The demon really exists!

While everyone was still in a state of shock, the demon had already rushed in, killing the first mortal, and blood splattered on its body.

The fear from the dead once again strengthened the demon's power, and then he quickly threw the corpse on the ground and looked at the others.

The people present had already recovered. The timid ones immediately jumped out of the window and hid in the forest.

However, they forget that the forest at night is a paradise for all kinds of wild animals. Running into the forest without any light at this time is tantamount to providing food for the beasts.

Some retired mercenaries or retired soldiers and others all picked up the weapons at hand, swords, daggers, and even broken benches and table legs.

No matter in which province or region, the people of the empire are always full of martial virtues.

This behavior also aroused the interest of the devil, because it was completely formed by the fusion of excessive chaos wind, and thus possessed all the characteristics of the four chaos gods.

Killing and fighting certainly stimulated its instincts, and then a one-sided massacre took place on the first floor of the tavern.

Lacking organization, good weapons and equipment, the scattered soldiers had no fighting ability at all in front of the demons.

After being defeated one by one and the casualties reaching 30%, the defense system of the entire first floor of the tavern collapsed completely.

In fact, this is still considered good. The team collapsed only when the casualty rate reached 30%, which shows that they are well-trained.

The demon killed the last person who did not escape, then threw the body on the ground. He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the second floor.

It felt it.

Demons' vision is different from that of mortals. They cannot see things. The only things they can see are souls and the wind of magic.

The soul of each creature is different. The stronger the body, the stronger the soul will be, except for dwarves.

The sizes of souls of different races are also different. The souls of elves are the most tempting to demons.

At the same time, for demons, the dwarves' existence can restrain magic, so it will affect their judgment.

To the demon's eyes, a dwarf's soul looks not much bigger than a goblin's, and the soul is powerful (dwarf).

Although this will certainly be written into the Dwarf's Book of Hatred, the demons can easily suffer a loss in this regard, as they cannot judge the Dwarf's strength based on the size of his soul.

But now the demon can clearly sense the situation on the second floor.

There was a powerful soul that seemed to be hiding its aura, but its identity was still exposed.

Ah, the delicious elven soul.

Then the demon seemed to have discovered the only edible apple pie in Steele County and strode towards the second floor.

"We are exposed, fight!"

Mousse's words were brief and powerful. He immediately stated the current situation, drew his sword in an instant, and got into a fighting stance.

It was obvious that Windlow had no combat experience, and he was still thinking about the intelligence about the territory of Steele.

This place is the heartland of the empire, there is no reason for demons to appear here. Could it be that the previous rumors were true? It is said that there is a chaos cult in the territory of Stir, called the Cult of the Deceivers.

Witch hunters and Sigmar priests said that this was a cult that believed in chaos, but their base camp had never been found.

Maybe this Chaos Demon has something to do with that cult...

At this moment, the thick wooden door was kicked open and fell heavily to the ground.

The devil has already rushed into the house, looking for the most delicious elf soul, and cannot let the elf escape.

Of course the elf didn't run away. Mousse had already picked up the sword and stabbed it hard into the demon's thigh. The stab was so strong that it even penetrated the demon's body directly.

Then he quickly jumped behind him to avoid the demon's counterattack.

As expected of a demon, he was too powerful, barely staggered, and walked with a steady pace.

This means that it cannot be knocked down or even repelled. A sword pierced into the thigh is enough to make a mortal lose all fighting ability, but for this demon it is just a little painful.

"I'm going to kill you, elf!"

There was no need to observe from the outside, the devil could directly see Mousse's identity as an elf from his soul.

He threw aside the sword that was stuck in his thigh, stretched out his claws and ran towards the unarmed Mousse.

The elf was indeed fast, but it could not take advantage of its speed in such a small room, and it soon became exhausted under the pursuit of the demon.

The devil was really good at dealing with elves. It soon forced Mousse into a corner, leaving her no room to escape.

"Windlow, now!"

It turned out that all of Mousse's previous actions were tactical arrangements. As a traveling merchant duo, they certainly developed a very good tacit understanding during such a long journey.

And if you are fighting against demons, you absolutely cannot fight alone.

Windlow also mustered up his courage. It was true that the demon had caused him fear and horror, but that was not enough to completely destroy his morale.

At this time, he had already jumped out from the corner, holding a table leg tightly in his hand, and smashed it hard on the back of the demon's head.

In an instant, the table leg was broken into two pieces, and wood chips flew everywhere. Although this force could not directly blow the demon's head off, it also made the demon's head tremble.

While it was distracted by the pain, Mousse jumped out of the bad position, rolled over to pick up the sword that fell on the ground, and returned to combat.

This method of one person taunting while the other quietly deals damage is the best fighting method.

Just as the two were about to continue to rely on this method to slowly beat the demon to death, the guy quickly looked around the room.

"Who is it? Who is attacking from the dark? Come out!"