Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  Urien thought, putting away his wand.

  They were strong in body and had matchless talent for fire magic. Basically, each and every one of them was a fire magic caster. Hundreds of years ago, they had been one of the 10 most powerful demon subspecies.

  Later, however, the lava demons somehow couldn’t even reach the 6th-tier, as if they had been cursed or something.

  When the war spread to their lands, without enough strong young ones to defend them, the once dominant lava demons had almost been wiped out. The ones that had survived were now living in the depths of the Demon Islands; rarely did they come out.

  Urien thought, surprised.

  A 10th-tier lava demon was basically a killing machine, and was capable of turning the tides of a war.

  There was fear in Anselm’s eyes as Sargeras approached him. He knew he had no chance to defeat him, not even with the help of the full moon.

  “You’re making a big mistake. You’ll be looking over your shoulder the rest of your life, ’cause we werewolves will hunt you—”


  Sargeras hit him again with the chair.

  Anselm saw his moves, but he couldn’t dodge it. All he managed to do was put up his claws, which did him little good—he got knocked back into the hole.

  “Are you gonna talk me to death?” Before Anselm could get up, Sargeras smashed his head with the chair again.

  The onlookers stood nearby, dumbfounded yet relieved. They found it quite amusing that the savage werewolf had got beaten by a chair.

  By then, Kil, Monde, and the other lava demons had beaten Anselm’s men to a pulp.

  Werewolves had lost the element of surprise, so lava demons had taken them out without breaking a sweat. They didn’t even use magic like Sargeras had ordered.

  “They chose to fight the werewolves because of roujiamo?” a customer asked.

  “It certainly seems so. Their catch phrase is ‘for roujiamo’,” answered another man.

  “That’s how much they love the food. If something happened to Mag, I’d kill those werewolves myself,” said a young man.

  The others looked at the skinny young man, but didn’t mock him; they could tell that he meant it.

  A thought came to Mag’s mind.

  He sighed.

  “Way to go, Big Bald Head!” Amy said. Then she suddenly remembered something else. She crouched down beside Xixi and looked at her pale face. “Are you all right, Sister Xixi?”


  Despite her injuries, Xixi fixed her eyes on Lulu, who was still bleeding. “Save Lulu…… Please……”


  “Can you help them, Sister Aisha?” Amy asked earnestly.

  Mag looked at Sally.

  Sally looked hesitant.

  “Principal Novan, Lord Krassu, we’re here!” Brandli said. He was shocked at the bloody scene.