Succubus should be self-improvement

"What did you kill you for?" Camilla folded her arms and said with a smile, "Get up. This kind of offensive thing is not an exception. Now I want you to count the gnolls in the tribe and gather all the fighting power!"

Claudia opened her eyes in amazement.

"You...you won't kill me?"

Camilla glanced at her with a smile: "Why did you kill you?"

She is still thinking about subduing this warlock and turning it into her own Pokémon.

Claudia was at a loss, could a demon be such an easy-talking creature?

should not.She couldn't help shivering, thinking, maybe this demon is thinking about using more evil methods to punish her... No, it's not right either.Claudia was like a drowning person who suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw, comforting herself in her heart: Maybe it's because I'm still useful to her.

At the moment when the female sorceress was suspicious and her mind was spinning, Camilla snorted a bit easily, and spewed a scorching air from her nose.She stared at Claudia and urged, "Hurry up!"

Claudia quickly stood up, hesitated for a moment, and said humbly: "Can I ask, what is the purpose of summoning the gnolls?"

The corner of Succubus' mouth curled up, and flames seemed to ignite in the two blood-red pupils: "Attack!"

......what?

Claudia fell into a daze again and found that she couldn't keep up with the thoughts of a demon at all.

To attack, but who is the target of the attack?

Claudia asked cautiously: "Then... who are we going to hit?"

"You actually asked me?!"

The succubus was furious, didn't I just want to ask you!A tail on her back stood up angrily, swinging back and forth in the air like a stick, making a whirring sound: "There is something nearby that I can hit by a dozen, don't you know? !"

Claudia opened her mouth slightly, and it took several seconds before she could barely react.

It doesn't matter who the target of the emotional attack is, and the result may not even matter. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, the "offensive" behavior is what matters.Wow, as expected of a devil, but brutal!

These guys in the abyss are always trying to do something, no wonder those cultists who believe in demons are always crazy.Who wouldn't go crazy when confronted by a demon who does whatever he wants?

Claudia became a little worried. Now she can understand the way of thinking of a demon. Does this mean that there is something wrong with her mental state?

Camilla stared at her with her arms akimbo, waiting for an answer.

Although she acted very freely, in fact, before making a decision, Camilla still considered it a little bit in her mind.

After finally coming to the Material Plane, she certainly didn't want to leave so soon, so next, Camilla planned to enter the Twisted Thorn Forest, where the abyss had a relatively high concentration of magic power, enough to support her long-term activities.

Moreover, there are many monsters in the Twisted Thorn Forest. Countless monsters, demons, and cultists grow luxuriantly and prosper like wild flowers and weeds.

what does this mean?

Experience!

The blood in Camilla's body was about to burn, and it was hard to tell whether it was due to the desire for experience points or the hunger for killing in the devil's nature.In short, she really wants to find some opponents to fight with now!

It just so happens that there are such a group of jackals under his command, so why not think about it?Directly the whole family, old and young, rush forward!Just rush and you're done!

As for the strategy and tactics... there is no need to think about it at all!

Camilla is a challenge level 9 demon. This strength is nothing in the abyss, because demons of this level are everywhere in the abyss. You might be able to hit one by spitting from a high altitude, but in the abyss The material plane is quite remarkable.

Adventurers at level 9 can already become heroes in some folklore.These adventurers have the ability to influence the political power of a country, solve a big crisis about the survival of a city, or gather a party to become a small lord.

If it is a priest of a temple, then a priest of this level is enough to become the priest of a region.

And this kind of adventurer, Camilla can play a team in one go.

With a big demon like her in charge, wouldn't the rest just be swept away?

Camilla thought intoxicatedly, exterminating that threatening monster camp seemed to be a kind deed.In other words, if she went back and destroyed a monster camp, would she be able to shift her camp a little bit in the direction of goodness?

Great, Lawful Good is beckoning to her, and she is one step closer to the path of a paladin!

And after becoming the order camp, she can not only change to a paladin, but also a part-time monk!There is a variant sub-class in the monk that is very suitable for her, and it is an indispensable part of the career construction that Camilla planned for herself... What is it called?By the way, it is [Fist of Scales]!

Turning around and becoming a paladin, and then working as a scale fist monk, her construction is basically completed, what a beautiful thing...

The more Camila thought about it, the more beautiful she became, and she couldn't help puffing up her chest, and the tip of her tail was raised up and down, showing a somewhat smug attitude.

Claudia's mind was confused for a long time, and she said cautiously: "I...I need to discuss it with the gnoll shaman in the tribe..."

"Go, go!" Camilla waved her hand impatiently, and was taken aback for a moment: "Wait a minute! How can there be a Gnoll Shaman in such a small tribe? Bring him to see me!"

Chapter No.17 Gnoll Shaman

At the same time, Titubas, the former leader of the Cloudy Eye Tribe, the gnoll shaman, was cleaning an ugly root sculpture.

Jackal people generally have low intelligence, and it is difficult to speak coherent words in a pair of dog-like short kisses, so the names of jackal people are generally very simple, generally no more than two syllables, and names with three syllables are rare. But Titubas's name has as many as four syllables, showing the transcendent identity of this female wolf man.

But this also caused a little trouble, because most gnolls couldn't remember or pronounce her name at all.The gnolls of the Muddy-eyed tribe usually respectfully call her "leader", which is a good title, but the gnolls of other tribes usually only call her "that who" very contemptuously.

Titubas hates being called "the who".

The sculpture in his hand suddenly moved, and the wooden hairs on it curled up like twisting snakes.The center of the sculpture gradually cracked to form a mouth, which silently opened and closed twice, but Titubas heard its cry—it said, hungry.

Titubas couldn't help showing anxiety in his eyes, and he turned around in the wooden house, scratching his body vigorously with his hands.

If only those elf captives were still around...

She snatched a tick out of its matted hair.The tick was full of blood, its abdomen swelled up and was bright red, Titubas casually threw the annoying bug into the sculpture's mouth.The large wooden mouth of the sculpture opened and closed twice, crushing and swallowing the tick, and then struggled even more furiously, the wood whiskers frantically whipped in the air, making crackling noises.

"O great spirit!"

Titubas quickly knelt on the ground and said reverently, "I will offer you more food!"

The wood carving's movements suddenly slowed down, but the mouth was still opening and closing, as if there was a dark eye watching her coldly.

The power of shamans comes from their connection with the spirits of heaven and earth.

In this sense, the Cloudy Eye tribe is undoubtedly lucky—compared to other wolf man tribes that can only use brute force, the Cloudy Eye tribe has always enshrined a powerful spirit, which protects them and allows them to Steadily produce shamans with the ability to cast spells.

But the Cloudy Eye Tribe is also unfortunate.

Because the spirits they enshrine... are very difficult to satisfy.

When Titubas was a child, the size of the Zhuoyan tribe was about four or five times the current size. There were more than 100 young and strong jackals, forming a powerful battle group and three or four hunting teams, and domesticated two ferocious wolf men. Hyenadon, all Gnoll warriors are united under the leadership of the former shaman.

The previous shaman was her mother.

Jackals are a matriarchal society. A strong female jackal can have several husbands. Her rough and powerful mother raises a dozen jackal cubs. The mother is very kind to them all, but she is the only one who will show her husband. A complex and disgusted look.

Titubas didn't know why.Her mother obviously didn't like her, but that didn't stop her from targeting her mother - gnolls always worshiped the strong.She was ambitious, and asked her mother how to become a shaman, but her mother would only respond with a secretive look.

The Zhuoyan tribe at that time was obviously the overlord of this area.

Every time they go out to battle, they will bring back rich prey, and then they will hold a grand sacrificial event. The mother will personally preside over the sacrifice, separate the prey's chest, cut out the heart, and feed it to the spirit.Every sacrifice was like a tribal festival, and all the wolf men would be filled with joy, but Titubas could see a sad expression on his mother's face.

Mother always murmured: "Not enough."

Just as there are good and bad harvests in the field, so does hunting.Not every hunt can bring back food, but the sacrifice must be held as scheduled. At that time, those old or disabled wolf men in the tribe will become the objects of sacrifice.

Titubas also grew into a strong female jackal when her mother was old and feeble.On that day, the mother held the last sacrificial activity.

The sacrificial offering was herself.

She asked Titubas to come forward, and in front of her eyes, she dug out her own heart.

Titubas was frightened silly, and stayed there, not knowing what to do.The old shaman, who was supposed to die suddenly on the spot, supported herself with an extraordinary strength. She put the warm heart that was still beating in her hand, and then signaled her with a stern look——

Feed the heart to the spirit.

On that day, Titubas finally understood the meaning of his mother's complicated eyes. It turned out that she had been selected as the next shaman long ago. start.And in the future, she must also cultivate such a successor. When she gets old, she will dig out her own heart and use blood to pave the way for that successor.

It was only after becoming a shaman that Titubas learned about the insatiable appetite of spirits.The appetites of the spirits swelled, demanding sacrifices more and more often, but where would they get more prey?

Gradually, more and more clansmen became the objects of sacrifice, and this kind of sacrifice activity finally turned from a celebration festival of the Zhuoyan tribe into a nightmare. There were not enough old gnolls, so the young ones could only be caught. The wolf man went to sacrifice, which finally aroused the dissatisfaction of quite a few members of the tribe.

Civil strife erupted in the Cloudy Eye Tribe, and eventually split in two—Titubas actually condoned this rebellion on purpose, because even she herself couldn't stand the spirit's blind demand for it.

If this continues, the tribe will only fall into the bottomless abyss until everyone is sacrificed, so it is better to let those young gnolls leave by themselves.

Today's Zhuoyan has a population of less than one-third of that of its heyday, and only one-fifth of its robust combat power remains. The once domesticated hyenadons... have long since disappeared.One end was sacrificed, and the other was taken away by the rebels.

After that, Titubas met the magician.She was not an opponent of others, so she surrendered without much resistance. It would be nice if the tribe had a new spellcaster leader in the future, but the only thing Titubas worried about was that the other party was not a wolf man after all...

There is a lack of food in the tribe, and the jackals are starving.But spirits are hungrier than gnolls.

The woodcarving's mouth finally closed, and the flying wood whiskers curled up to fit the surface of the sculpture, and the power of the spirit went away.Titubas carefully picked up the wooden sculpture, his ears moved suddenly, and he heard a series of hurried footsteps.

The next moment, the warlock pushed the door in and said, "Titubas!"

"Mistress." The jackal bowed respectfully.

Claudia stared at her carefully, and suddenly lowered her voice: "Do you want the tribe to be led by a demon?"

Titubas opened his eyes wide in astonishment: "I...I don't understand..."

"Forget it." Claudia sighed, with a self-deprecating expression on her face-why would she want to discuss this with a jackal?After summoning the succubus, her way of thinking is also approaching the chaotic demon?

Claudia shook her head and said, "Come with me. Our... new master is waiting to see you."

She emphasized the word "new owner" and gritted her teeth.

Chapter 18 Spirit

When the sorceress left, Camilla circled around the Gnoll camp, jumped to the top of the tallest building, and looked down upon the small Gnoll camp majestically.

This is her first territory on the main plane.

Camilla touched her chin, stretched out her claws, scratched a few times on the wood that made up the roof, and carved three marks of "one, two, three".

She's going to make a schedule next.

The devil doesn't like the word plan.The bones of this kind of creature are full of chaos, and they like to do what they want, to do it as soon as they think of it, to kill whatever they see, this is the true nature of a devil.When Camilla forced herself to make the schedule, her tail almost twitched in pain.

She roughly divides what she will do next into three parts: short-term, medium-term and long-term.

The short-term goal is to subdue this group of gnolls and that female sorceress, and get his first batch of subordinates on the main plane.With these subordinates and territories, she can start gaining a foothold in the Twisted Thorn Forest and harvest experience points wantonly.

It shouldn't be difficult to subdue the gnolls. She has the specialty of [Leadership], as long as she shows her strength in battle, and then she is shocked, she will let these gnolls take their heads and worship!But that sorceress named Claudia... It's hard to say, I feel that people are quite wary of her.

This is the fate of abusing spells to dominate other people's minds!

But Camilla valued Claudia more than the entire Gnoll camp, because Claudia was a spellcaster!As long as it is used properly, any low-level spell has its own strategic value. For example, a powerful Berserker will be killed by a small ring of greasy spells. Whether it is in the abyss or the main plane, if there are With the help of a spell caster, whatever she wants to do can be much smoother.

The medium-term goal is to solve the spore infection on his body.

She had burned the spore plants growing on her body with the fireball of the deflagration demon before, but this was only a temporary solution, not the root cause. Those nasty spores were still deeply buried in her body, and it was estimated that in another day, they would start to germinate again.

But this matter is not urgent, and when the spores germinate, she will burn them with fire again.

To eradicate the spores requires blessing or holy water, right... Camilla plans to transform into an ordinary elf when she is free, sneak into the city, and find a temple priest to help.Anyway, she is a neutral camp, not an evil existence, so she probably won't be easily recognized... right?

As for long-term goals.

Camilla narrowed her eyes.

She wants to find out... who she was in her previous life, and how she died.

A succubus is the fallen soul of a womanizer.Perhaps because of this, the memories of her previous life in Camilla's mind are mostly shameful and inhumane. Her understanding of her previous life is extremely vague, and she doesn't even know what her previous life was called.

Camilla was furious.Damn, why can't I have more useful things in my memory?

But one thing is certain.In her previous life, as a mortal adventurer who reached the legendary level, she must have left her footprints on the main plane. It is not difficult for her to find out information about her previous life as long as she carefully collects information.But...why bother to figure out these things?Camilla didn't know either, she just had a strong intuition, as if a voice in her heart was constantly urging her to do this.

How could it be possible for a traverser who possessed a system cheat and was familiar with the direction of the world's plot to die suddenly?Her death in the previous life must have hidden a huge secret.

Having said that, the previous life seemed to be very powerful, did you leave any legacy?Or keep a few wives...

Camilla came back to her senses and saw that the sorceress was looking for her with a jackal.

The jackal was hunchbacked, wearing a colorful animal skin robe, with several feathers on his head, leaning on a crooked wooden cane with both hands, and a big kangaroo-like pocket in front of his clothes , there is something in it.

Camilla noticed the wolf man's eyes - its eyes were very strange, different from ordinary wolf men, there was no arrogance or turbidity in it, but a sense of wisdom like seeing through the world of mortals.

Camilla flapped her wings and flew down from a high place lightly: "Are you the shaman of this tribe?"

"grown ups......"

Titubas bent slightly.The lifespan of a wolf man is not long. It has already entered the stage of old age, with a hunchbacked figure and withered flesh and blood. When bowing, it gives people the feeling that a bunch of old bones are about to fall apart at any time.

Camilla looked at her with interest: "You are different from other jackals. Ordinary jackals can't speak well."

"I am the shaman of this tribe." Titubas said humbly, raised his paw, and pointed to his head: "I inherit the knowledge and history of this tribe."

Camilla nodded in satisfaction.She was worried that Claudia would find a wolf man who couldn't speak well for her, and if she hesitated for a long time and couldn't speak clearly, her blood from the abyss would probably explode.