Custom Made Demon King

Chapter 50: Who Have I, Xeron, Been Afraid Of?

Although this area where the AvLee elves lived had trees everywhere, these trees could not be used by simply cutting them down. The wood needed to be processed into standardized timber before it could be used to build and repair the various types of equipment. And this was why Xeron got Roy to go out and look for a sawmill.

Roy brought this small demon team and randomly chose a direction to go in. Under Roy’s instructions, Fat Tiger kept his eyes open and carefully sniffed the many scents in the air in fear that they would bump into enemies on the way. Meanwhile, Roy walked quietly while pondering his plans.

Roy felt that the reason the pegasus knight unit had recklessly attacked Xeron’s demon army and focused on destroying the siege equipment was that there was an elven settlement nearby. It might be a city or a fortress, but the defense of the city walls was unlikely to be strong.

The pegasus knights probably thought that the demon army’s invasion was against this city, so to prevent the capture of that weakly defended city, they spared no effort in destroying the siege equipment.

This was very simple logic that did not require much thought. Roy believed that Xeron should have also guessed this. That he did not choose to continue marching, but instead to stop and repair the catapults meant he had the intention to take down this city or even destroy it.

However, this was not what Roy wanted to see happen. He was not worried about the elves, but rather, he did not want to see the elves remain in their cities.

Based on the current situation, the elves were probably unaware of the demon army’s real plan. They likely thought that the demons were only invading their land, but in reality, Xeron and the other’s true goal was to kill the Gold Dragon Queen.

If these elves wrongly assumed the demon army’s military objective, they would position their troops in cities to defend against and prevent the invasion. The gold dragons would also help them defend the cities. But as a result, the elven troops would be spread out, and the protection of the Gold Dragon Queen would also weaken. At that time, they might be destroyed by the demon army.

Therefore, Roy felt that he had to make the elves aware of this.

However, doing this would be very troublesome. After all, Roy was a demon. If he dared to appear near the elven city, he would be shot dead. And even if he had a chance to speak, the elves were unlikely to believe a demon.

As a demon, this was the worst aspect. In the eyes of others, demons were synonymous with lies and evil. Even an occasional word of truth was ignored...

This really was a world where appearance was everything...

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He looked around while thinking and found that he was quite unlucky in the end. There seemed to be no sawmills in this direction, so he could only turn around and search in another direction.

Without satellites and GPS, searching was slow. In addition, Roy did not dare venture too far in any direction and could only go back and forth.

Finally, Roy flew into the sky and eventually found a sawmill before rushing over with his team.

This was a sawmill deep in the forest and very concealed. If not for noticing that there was a piece missing in the middle of the forest, Roy would have been unable to locate it. Precisely because of the concealment, there were actually no elven guards here.

As Roy and his team neared, they heard the sound of sawing wood. More than twenty loggers were working, cutting off the branches of the harvested wood, removing the bark, sawing the round wood into blocks, and finally turning them into a flat square.

When they saw Roy and his team of demons appear, the loggers were stunned. After coming back to their senses, they screamed in panic and frantically scattered in all directions to escape.

However, the hellhounds and little demons rounded them up. One of the hellhounds could not control its hunger. It bit a logger to death and ate his soul.

At the end, when this group of loggers appeared before Roy, all he saw was a bunch of quivering quails...

“Don’t worry! As long as you cooperate, I won’t hurt you!” Roy said while looking down at this group of loggers. “Now, this sawmill is under the control of the demons. I want you to continue working and producing wood!”

He had no option apart from being cold-faced. Even if Roy had said this with a smile, these loggers would not have believed that he was kind, so Roy might as well use coercion.

With that, this group of loggers was under Roy’s control. The wood they produced, under Roy’s arrangement, was dragged back to the demon camp by the ten hellhounds and twenty little demons.

The production efficiency of these loggers was not high, and everything was hand done without the use of machinery. Before producing enough wood, Roy could only wait around here.

These loggers were civilians. From Roy’s observation, they were all elves, but most were old. Under Roy’s supervision, they were very nervous, and some of them had even crushed their own fingers.

Roy ignored their perturbed looks. He pointed at the foreman of the elves and said, “You, come here!”

The foreman was frightened and trembled while walking over. “Yes... Sir... Your... Excellency, what do you need?”

“Can you read?” Roy asked. “Your elven language. Do you know how to read and write?”

“Of-of course!” The foreman nodded hurriedly.

“Good! Go and find a piece of paper. Parchment is fine too! Then write down in the elven language what I’m going to say. Any questions?” Roy asked.

“No!” Of course, the foreman had no questions. He had no queries as long as Roy did not want to eat him...

After the elf brought parchment and a quill pen, Roy started speaking, “Write this: Arrogant AvLeeians...”

Upon hearing the first sentence, the foreman raised his head in astonishment and looked at Roy while thinking, How are we AvLeeians arrogant? Are the AvLeeians as arrogant as you demons?

Roy glared at him viciously before he came back to his senses and burst into a cold sweat. He quickly moved the quill pen and recorded Roy’s words.

“Arrogant AvLeeians! How dare you stand in the way of the demon army entering the kingdom of Erathia? Now, in the name of high-rank demon Lord Xeron, I hereby announce that we sentence the AvLee elves to death. We will destroy your cities and kill the queen of the gold dragons. As long as you continue to block the iron hooves of the demon army, the killing will not stop! Your world shall burn at my feet!”

Roy thought for a moment before adding at the end. “I am a demon!”

That foreman trembled as he listened to Roy’s domineering declaration, but he gritted his teeth and recorded all of Roy’s words in the elven language. Finally, he presented it to Roy with both hands.

Roy took it and saw the series of beautifully written characters on it. Despite not knowing what was written, he knew the foreman would not dare to write gibberish, so he put the parchment away after blowing the ink dry.

This was a letter of challenge that was to be handed to the elves. Roy used Xeron’s name because he knew that the elves would not believe him even if he wrote it in the capacity of an undercover agent in the demon army. The elves might even think that it was a scheme and instead increase the number of troops guarding their cities.

Therefore, Roy simply wrote this letter of challenge with a strong attitude. Only in this way would the elves attach great importance to it when their army received it.

Now, the only problem remaining was how he was going to deliver this letter of challenge...