Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  Barzel was rushing; Sally was about to cast her magic; Yabemiya had thrown the tray at the werewolf.

  But it was the iron chair which sent the werewolf flying away that saved Mag. Then, the tray caught him on the fang and broke it.

  “If you want to harm him, you’ll have to go through me first!” Sargeras said, holding the chair in his hand, diminishing the flames over him.

  The burning-hot lava was flowing in his cracks. He was even more conspicuous in the dark.

  The reason Mag had let Amy stand before those werewolves was because he had known Urien and Sally would save them, so he was surprised and grateful when Sargeras had shown up.

  He felt much more reassured now that Sargeras was here, though.

  The customers gaped at the lava demon.

  “He beat that werewolf with a chair!”


  “Is that the lava demon that comes here every day? Never thought he could be so strong!”


  “No wonder Mag doesn’t look worried at all; he has such powerful allies to watch his back.”


  Many customers knew Sargeras and his chair; after all, he was pretty unobtrusive.

  He had struck other customers as quiet and peaceful, and he always sat by the door.

  They had never expected him to be as powerful as that. They were very happy that he had taken out the werewolf, though.

  What amazed them even more was Mag’s calm and relaxed manner in the face of danger.

  Sally thought, looking at Sargeras.

  Then she turned to Xixi, and whispered some spell. A light blue light appeared around her belly, and then the bleeding stopped.

  Yabemiya gaped at Sargeras who had always been polite to her.

  Amy stuck her head out from behind Mag. “Not bad, Big Bald Head,” she said happily.

  Sargeras was flattered by Amy’s compliment and smiled back. “Leave it to me to take care of them.” He glared at the other werewolves who had started cowering, and called out to his men, “Take them out!”


  “For roujiamo!” they roared, charging at the werewolves with maces and iron bars.

  The werewolves howled and met them with claws. Then came the sharp ring of metal against metal. Blood and lava were flying everywhere. It was pandemonium.

  Anselm punched the bear again and sent him flying away. “I’m so sick of this city! So many f*cking meddlers! Who gave you the balls to challenge me?”


  Lulu became human again, covered in horrifying wounds. He gasped and struggled to raise his head to try to find Xixi.

  Sargeras grinned. “Roujiamo, I guess.” He rushed towards Anselm, leaving a lava-filled hole in the ground with every step he took.

  Anselm snorted. “Die!” He charged at Sargeras, his red claws glowing in the moonlight.

  “Take this!” Sargeras shouted, and swung his chair at Anselm’s head.

  The chair whistled through the air. Anselm blocked it with his claws, but the force knocked him over, sending him flying. When he landed five meters away, he made a crater in the ground.

  “Who gave you the balls to come here?!” Sargeras sneered, walking towards the werewolf, who was struggling to scramble to his feet.

  They were both at 7th tier, but Sargeras had been a 7th-tier demon for many years, and he was on the verge of breaking through.

  The key to the revival of lava demons was roujiamo, and only Mag could make that magical dish, so they would destroy anyone who would try to harm Mag.

  The werewolves were their enemies, and enemies deserved to die.

  An extra cold look emerged on Sargeras’ face.