Abyss Demon of the Worlds

  Chapter 43 Grieg Tavern

  Wandering in the street casually, Orrjaja neither provoked nor was provoked by anyone.

  If it is excluded, there will occasionally be a few fighting each other to fight you to death, then here is not much different from a normal city.

The two unknown species fighting each other in front of him with one foot kicked them hundreds of meters away. Olga admired the surrounding scenery and said, "It's really harmonious. There are tens of thousands of life forms on this street, there are only a few. Hundreds are fighting, it's so peaceful that it's not like being in a bottomless abyss."

   "My lord, my lord."

   Just as he sighed, a voice that was both trivial and flattering appeared behind Olga.

  After a slight look on her face.

  He turned around and lowered his head to look at the source of the sound.

  It was a green-skinned creature with a height of about two meters, with a body like an egg, a pinch of white hair on its head, four legs and two hands, and its whole body was covered with eyes of various colors.

ugly.

  This is Olga’s first impression of him.

  This little thing is very ugly...

  This is the second impression that Olgador got after a few glances.

  Looking at the other person who was a little nervous, Olga touched his chin and asked in a puzzled manner: "Is there something wrong?"

Facing Orr's question, the other party rubbed his hands together and pointed at two unknown creatures that had passed out hundreds of meters away, like a peddler: "Excuse me, those two guys. anything else?"

   glanced at the two creatures slightly, Olga said calmly, "No."

  The voice just fell. Although the other party looked a little unspeakable, Orrjuga still felt the other party's joy.

  He said excitedly: "Then I won't disturb you."

   Then between three or two steps, ran to the side of the two creatures, and squeezed their necks with two clicks.

   happily carried their bodies and left.

   is as happy as a human who has picked up money on the road.

  Looking at this situation, Olga nodded in satisfaction: "It's really simple and honest, and even ask the other party when picking up trash." 鈥斺�

  At the door of a store, Olga stopped his footsteps.

  【Grig Tavern】

  The three characters Grieg on the signboard were added later, a batch of crookedly written ones, and there are many names underneath, which should be the name of the previous owner of the tavern.

   But looking at the tavern in front of him, Olga had a unique sense of sight, as if a tavern had to appear at this time in order to meet his demon's fantasy background.

  Recalling the memories of the previous life, this kind of place usually has many stories and accidents.

  Oljuga’s eyes revealed an expression of interest: ‘The task trigger points in various legendary epics! Go in and get insights! ’

   So he pushed the door directly in front of the guard and walked in.

As soon as    entered, the view of its interior stunned Olga.

  "...How is this sci-fi style..."

   There are thousands of lamps hanging on the top, which gives a feasting feeling, while in the center, there are several mechanical stages that alternate up and down. On each stage, there are dozens of female creatures like dancing girls dancing different dances.

  Looking at the dancers with different looks, Olga took a few steps immediately. They were a little sorry for their looks, and they did not conform to his aesthetics at all.

  But with the idea that he can't come in vain, he still walked to the position of the wine table.

  Ignoring the various noisy creatures around, Olga directly pulled a seat and sat down.

   casually lost a piece of soul crystal to the bartender: "Give me a glass of wine, no need to look for it."

  This is an asset sponsored by passers-by, although it was horrible when it was sponsored.

  The bartender with more than a dozen arms squeezed the soul crystal in his hand, and immediately showed the perfect smile: "Wait a minute!"

  It didn’t take long for the bartender to pour out unknown liquids from various bottles and cans and carefully prepare them in the cups.

  A glass of brightly-colored wine with hot bubbles on the surface was brought in front of Olga.

   "Please enjoy."

   Sniffing the mixed **** smell in the wine, Olga raised his brow slightly, and there were at least thirty kinds of blood in it.

  A light sip, and immediately felt a strange sense of comfort.

  A hint of surprise flashed in Olga’s heart.

  He commented: "It's delicious."

  The bartender replied with a smile: "You are satisfied."

While drinking the wine in the glass, Olga looked at other drinkers in the tavern, and found that only about one-fifth-sixth of them were demons, and most of them were other species, so he began to listen to the neighborhood with his feet up. What are the creatures talking about.

  Not long after, he curled his mouth in disdain.

  It's all meaningless chats and pretences, there is no useful information...

  Looking at his boring look, the bartender hesitated and asked curiously after the meeting: "Are you from another abyssal layer?"

  Oljuga glanced at the other person, although he did not understand the meaning of the other person’s asking this question, he replied: "Yes."

  Wailing Forest should also be considered as other abysses, so this is no problem.

The other party sighed: "No wonder you have such a weak breath of lava wasteland. I really envy you for being able to travel in this great world. I have never been far away from this tavern in my life. To me, this tavern is everything to me. ."

  Orrauga smiled casually, and asked casually: "Oh, are you restrained by the owner of this tavern?"

"No."

  He sighed with disappointment:

"My parents are outsiders, not creatures in the abyss. I didn't know why they entered the abyss from the outside world, but they were killed by other guests due to conflicts with others while drinking in this tavern. This is this. When the waiter in the tavern was collecting the corpses for them, she accidentally discovered that I was still alive in my mother's stomach, so he raised me in this tavern as a waiter."

"Although they have not restricted my freedom, I also know my own abilities. I can hardly survive without leaving here. Even if I barely make a living, I am absolutely inferior to being a bartender here, so I have always been here honestly. Stay."

  After listening, Olga was very cooperative and said with a pity: "That's a pity, after all, the outside life is far more colorful than here."

  The bartender in front of him, the aura of strength on his body is not even the [lower demon], as long as he dares to leave the door of the tavern, it is really possible to die on the spot.

   Just when the two were chatting.

  A coquettish voice came from Olga’s side: "Handsome man, can you buy me a drink?"

  Orrauga looked back, only to see a graceful female demon, looking at herself with coquettish eyes.

  Small double horns on the top of the head, with wings on the back, the thighs of the legs are like human beings, and the calves and below are similar to lamb's hooves, and there is a slender tail that is constantly wagging behind the buttocks.

   is far beyond the charming faces of ordinary human women, revealing a different kind of charm.

  She wore a barbed leather whip around her waist, and she was wearing an exposed armor like underwear. Except for a few important places, it barely covered anything, which made people doubt its defensive power.

  'Succubus, the power of the lower demons. ’

  Oljuga looked at each other and smiled indifferently: "Okay."

   took out another soul crystal and handed it to the bartender: "Also have a glass of wine for this beautiful lady."

  Looking at Olga’s decisive action, the other party's face was also smiling like a flower, and the look was extraordinarily coquettish.

He twisted his waist and walked to Olga’s seat. He moved his body and sat on Olga’s lap. He complained with a charming and charming face: "You are so generous, not like a certain person at all. These guys are so dumb that they don't even want to buy me a drink."

After that, he stroked it on Olga’s breastplate, looked at the pattern of the death catastrophe flower on it, and sighed in fascination; "Although you are sitting in the corner, I saw you first as soon as I came in. ! What a beautiful pattern..."

  I didn’t care about the other party’s movements, Olga smiled as usual and said, “This kind of flower is called the Death Tribulation Flower. I’m glad you like it.”

  Although the opponent is more than two meters tall, he is as petite as a toy in Olga’s arms.

  Sniffing the **** aroma of the other person.

   Touched, the two horns on the top of the opponent's head, Olga had a feeling of playing with a doll.

  Looking at Olga’s smelling her body, she proudly asked, “How is it? Is it very fragrant? I just took a blood bath.”

   nodded, Olga agreed: "It's really good."

Taking the wine glass handed to him by the bartender, the succubus put his face on Olga’s chest and smiled and said: "Different from your succubus, for our succubus, no matter what the situation, the appearance is the best. important things."

Having said this, she raised her head and looked at Olga’s face, and her expression flashed a little doubt: "By the way, I have never seen you such a handsome Balrog. Not so good, you are so handsome..."

  Even with her eyes, the Balrog in front of her is almost impeccable in appearance, I am afraid that even the elves who are known for their pickiness and appearance cannot find any flaws in him.

   shrugged nonchalantly, Olga said calmly, “After all, I’m a mutant Balrog, and everything makes sense, doesn’t it?”

  The bottomless abyss is vast and rich, what freaks are there?

  Can a handsome Balrog be a problem?

  Don’t ask, ask is the influence of mutation!

  This is a universal excuse.

   Regarding this, she just glanced at him lightly, but did not delve into anything. Instead, she continued to chat with Olga, and laughed from time to time... 鈥斺�

  After a long time.

  Looking at the leaving Olga, the charm on the succubus's face was constricted.

   To the bartender next to him, respectfully asked, "Master Grieg, do you have any more orders?"

  The bartender was wiping the glass with more than a dozen hands, and he casually stretched out one and swayed it, and said flatly, "Nothing, let's go down."

  Looking in the direction where Olga departed, Grieg thought with interest: ‘Strange Balrog, it seems that there are many secrets...’

  And Olga, who is walking on the street, smiles on his face at this moment, and is in a good mood:

  ‘The Bottomless Abyss is that there are many talents, each of whom is very capable, and the stories they make are also very nice. I really like it here. ’

  ‘The next step is to find a place to stay. It seems that we have to randomly select the lucky passerby...’

  　 Thanks: 1,000 starting coins for the death of ten thousand Buddhas!

  (End of this chapter)