His face was filled with undisguised excitement and envy, and of course, there was the almost uncontrollable violence every time demons were mentioned.
"My brother was on duty at the watchtower and saw it with his own eyes! That rain of arrows, it was like pouring water. And those bizarre bottles and jars... they rumbled past, and the demon vanguard turned to dust!"
Killing demons, the death of demons, demon jokes, are always the hottest topics in these taverns.
"Not just that!"
An Elf Ranger wrapped in a shabby cloak, a subordinate of Aryan, added in a low voice.
His eyes shone with a peculiar light, "Karas said, their discipline is frighteningly strict, not even a sound when they get injured.
"They just drink a potion and keep going. Even more outrageous is that Centaur commander... one arrow, just one arrow! An Abyssal Giant Beast's head was gone! Boom! Like smashing a rotten watermelon!"
It was described so vividly, you would think he saw it with his own eyes.
