What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

Tap tap tap... tap tap tap...

A trail of withered leaves was kicked up by the horse's hooves. The crimson warhorse had been running for two days and one night. Even though it was exhausted, its master's anxious legs never stopped pounding its belly.

Rosso and Spencer crouched atop the giant redwood, dozens of meters high, exchanging a suspicious glance. Both had large cat ears on their heads, which helped them hear every rustle of wind around them.

"Gurgle...that guy's breathing is heavy, meow." Rosso subconsciously stroked the bristling fur on his tail and said.

Her brows were furrowed deeply, and the vertical pupils in her dark yellow eyes were bulging straight up.

"Rosso, have you ever seen that kind of creature?" Spencer silently took the longbow off his back, his tail also bristling. Needless to say, as beastmen, their senses are extremely strong. In many cases, when faced with a powerful enemy, their bodies will automatically send out alarms to tell them not to approach.

"You mean Burnt Hoof? I've never seen a cat before... but I can recognize a cat."

Spencer slapped Rosso on the head with a chop to the head. "Idiot! I wasn't talking about the horse, though that horse was suspicious too... I was talking about the guy on horseback! That guy looks like an elf and a human at the same time! But I've never seen an elf with indigo skin! So suspicious!"

Rosso, who had been punched, covered his head and said, "Waaah... how would I know, meow? I don't even know any elves, meow. Besides, today's patrol is over, meow. We should go back, meow."

"Tch! Go back my ass! Didn't you see that guy with the suspicious look written all over his face? We should both go with him!"

Rosso whimpered, "Ugh... was that guy really that suspicious? Didn't your grandpa say that only humans wearing iron armor, snake people, and those stinky lizards were the most dangerous, meow?"

"In public, address me by my title! Call me Grandpa, the clan chief! He's not my grandpa anymore, he's the clan chief!"

Rosso was utterly exasperated: "Spencer, are you an idiot, meow...meow!"

The price of telling the truth is another knife to the heart. Spencer said seriously, "Don't you have any sense of reality, Rosso? The fate of the tribe may now be in our hands!"

"Huh? How did this get back to the fate of the tribe, meow?"

Spencer was speechless. He thought to himself, "How could you be the childhood sweetheart of a clan leader candidate like me?" He pointed to the giant red horse that was gradually disappearing from their sight and said:

"Listen, Rosso, didn't you want to be the leader of the advance team? This is your chance! That guy riding the Burning Hoof is acting suspiciously; he's definitely not a good person!"

Spencer slapped his two paws together, the paw pads making a muffled "plop" sound.

"If we two catch that guy and bring him back to the tribe, we'll be the new heroes of the tribe! Mido, Wak, Husena, Bim... they'll all be our underlings from now on!"

It's amazing how these two get along; one's clueless and the other's grumpy. Upon hearing this, Rosso immediately clasped his hands together in front of his chest and excitedly asked, "Really? Then we can eat meat at every meal from now on, meow! That's great, meow!"

Spencer nodded: "Of course! And then I'd be even more likely to become the clan leader. Have you forgotten what I promised you? I'd marry you when I became the clan leader!"

Rosso's cat ears twitched suddenly, and his fair face instantly turned bright red.

"Ugh... Spencer, you shameless cat! You're getting married to Juliet tomorrow, and you're still telling me this, cat."

"Oh dear, what's wrong! I'm sincere to both of you... Ah! That guy's about to run away!" Before Spencer could comfort the girl any further, the red horse was about to disappear from sight in the blink of an eye.

"Quick! Quick! Follow me! Follow my instructions!" Spencer landed on all fours, slung the large bow back on his back, and darted away.

Seeing this, Rosso was so frightened that she almost bit her lower lip with her canine teeth, and hurriedly chased after her boyfriend.

"Wait for me, meow! Wait for me, Spencer! You bastard, meow!"

Tap tap tap—tap tap tap!

Several vines growing by the roadside were blown away by the rapidly passing horse's hooves, their petals swirling and turning in the air. This giant horse, weighing nearly a ton and a half, was galloping at a speed of 90 kilometers per hour. If anyone were to stand in its way, they would probably be smashed to pieces in an instant.

Even though the behemoth was moving very, very fast, the man on horseback was still kicking the horse's belly like a madman:

"Damn it! Damn it! Hang in there, Polly...we're almost there, Polly!"

"Neigh!" The giant horse beneath him let out a painful gasp. It could understand its master's words. It did not complain about its master. Its neigh was an apology, an apology for not being able to run faster.

The man knew that pushing the horse a little harder could increase its speed, but that would probably cause it to explode and die. It was a true companion by his side, and the man really couldn't bear to see it die.

Finally, after turning onto a path hidden by bushes, the man gently tugged at the reins. 'Polly' nearly fell to the ground with a thud as it began to slow down. The man on its back gently stroked its neck with his fingertips.

"Good girl... good girl... Polly, you're the best! You did a great job! We've arrived. You should rest now. I'll go in first."

Polly stopped in front of a cave with small, quick steps. It wasn't a naturally formed cave; it was clearly man-made.

The man jumped off his horse, pressed his forehead against the horse's, and then gently brought it to rest beside the cave. He didn't even bother to tie the reins, because he believed his good girl would not leave him.

He shuffled into the cave, unaware that, sixty meters above him, two shadows that had been following him all along had also stopped.

Spencer and Rosso clung to the tree trunk. The cat-like beastmen are born with eyesight comparable to eagles and sensitivity far exceeding that of humans. It's already very fast for Polly to run at 90 kilometers per hour, right?

Unfortunately, it couldn't outrun the beastmen who 'flew' through the trees.

These beastmen could leap thirty meters between the treetops in a single bound, and because they were high in the air, their horizontal displacement speed far exceeded that of ground units. Therefore, no matter how hard the giant horse tried, it could not help its master get rid of the two young beastmen warriors.

popping.

Two thick vines suddenly fell in front of Polly, who tilted her head in a daze. Then, with a series of "whoosh" sounds, two creatures with cat ears on their heads jumped down.

This startled Polly quite a bit. A fighting spirit instantly ignited in its eyes, and a long neigh was about to burst from its throat, but at that moment Spencer placed his hand on its foreleg.

The beastman boy closed his eyes, his expression serious, and blew out a gentle tone:

"Ao~Salewa~toknkon~yala~"

As Spencer softly began to sing that awful love song, Polly actually quieted down.

"Shh...good girl...good girl...steady, steady, steady, don't shout, you're the best girl."

The giant horse felt its eyelids suddenly slump, but it wasn't from being sleepy; it could feel that its consciousness was perfectly clear.

It desperately wanted to attack, but its body seemed to be doing the opposite, as if it were completely out of its control... Soon, even lifting its hoof became a luxury.

clap clap...

Rosso pouted and clapped his little hands lightly: "Spencer, did you secretly practice again, meow? You can use [Affinity Spell] so easily, meow, you're so mean, meow, I'm angry, meow~"

Rosso lied. She was overjoyed to see Spencer become so capable. After all, what could be more exciting for a little girl than watching her little boy become more capable?

But she considered herself a clever little girl, and she couldn't let Spencer become arrogant.

Spencer simply smiled at her envy: "Hmph, you still have a lot to learn. I can teach you all these child's play once I marry you."

The girl's cat tail swung wildly from side to side. She lunged forward and smacked Spencer on the back of the head: "You! Why did you say that twice today! How embarrassing!"

Spencer didn't seem to care. He knew Rosso well enough to know that he was only getting hit because he was right: "Feeding hurts! Now's not the time to fool around. He's inside... We'll both go in too. Watch my signal. After I signal, you use your howl to immobilize him, and then I'll use the arrow—"

Swish! Spencer drew a sharp arrow from his back:

"Shoot him through all four limbs!"

Rosso nodded seriously, and Spencer nodded in response. Then the two of them began to feel their way through the cracks in the cave and started to go inside.

The cave wasn't exactly a hidden paradise, but to be honest, it was quite different from what Spencer had imagined: spacious interiors, clean air, and no mixed soil or trash...

And, the cave walls were inscribed with a massive amount of writing and symbols that Spencer and his companion couldn't understand at all. What kind of writing was that? Ancient papal language? Ancient demonic language? Ancient astral language?

Spencer was completely bewildered. As the grandson of the patriarch, he was not the kind of carefree playboy. He was intelligent and brave, and had developed in all aspects since childhood. Without exaggeration, he was a cat-like beastman living in the forest, and he probably knew more languages ​​than the professors of the language department of the Royal Academy of Rhodesland.

He can even speak the 'death language' used to communicate with souls in the realm of the spirits!

But he couldn't understand a single word of the things on the wall; the writing system was completely different from the arrangement of the knowledge he had learned.

"Spencer... what's written on this wall? It's blood red, it's so scary..." Rosso hugged his trembling shoulders and followed behind him, asking.

"I don't understand. It's really strange. The smell here feels so unfamiliar," Spencer sniffed a few times, his mustache trembling. "Having lived in the forest for so many years, have you ever smelled anything like this before?"

"No..." Rosso obediently shook his head. "It smells like a mixture of deer dung and the corpse of a man-eating flower burning together."

Spencer frowned slightly: "How did you come up with such a apt description?" But he quickly quickened his pace. "Keep up. There's no movement in this cave. It has an end. I can't hear that guy's footsteps anymore. He seems to have stopped."

The two crept stealthily along the cave wall. Rosso seemed to have forgotten to control her speed. When she reached a corner, she suddenly lunged forward and half of her body leaned out. To make matters worse, just ten meters away from the corner was the man's back!

"Ugh—"

boom.

"?"

The man walking ahead suddenly stopped. He turned around suspiciously, looking left and right, but saw nothing. He thought he must have misheard...

He turned around and continued walking.

"Huff...huff...huff..."

Rosso and Spencer were pressed tightly together, almost lip to lip, with only the finger Spencer used to make a shushing gesture separating their lips.

Both of them had wide, bulging eyes, which startled them greatly. Cold sweat poured down their backs, and Rosso blushed with nervousness. She gently removed Spencer's fingers:

"Feel sorry..."

Spencer didn't reprimand him; he simply gestured to Rosso to keep quiet, then followed the man.

This pursuit didn't last long. After turning another corner, the strange man walked into a decorated room.

What's in this room... a table, a broken bed... if that pile of rotten leaves really counts as a bed.

And then... there were books that practically filled the entire room.

Geography, humanities, history, mysteries, magic, chronology, world theory... Spencer saw so many categories at just a glance.

He couldn't help but wonder... what's wrong with this guy... how many years would it take him to finish reading all those hundreds and thousands of books?

Ultimately, who would put a bunch of books explaining common sense in their room?

Spencer found this utterly absurd; most of the books here were just theories based on common sense that everyone already knew. But before he could continue his musings, there was a loud crash! He and Rosso were both startled.

Suddenly, the man sprang up and pushed all the books on the table to the ground. Then he pulled out a piece of white paper, slammed it on the table, and took out a quill pen, frantically dipping it in ink. In the next few strokes, his pen moved like a dragon and a snake.

rustling sounds...

Four cat ears stood up high behind the wall. The two looked at each other, completely baffled as to what this lunatic was doing.

until--

pat.

The man slammed his quill on the ground, then spun his finger around the sheet covered in his artist's artwork. To the astonishment of the two cats, an ominous purple light began to emanate from the paper.

hum!

A surge of almost tangible magic power rushed out of the cave. This ominous magic power instantly made the two orcs furious, but the good news was that the man was indeed blind, and even so, he did not notice the two of them at all.

He seemed to be only concerned with that piece of paper, and yes, he really was only concerned with that piece of paper.

He started talking to the paper.

"Hey! Hey! Praro! Praro! I know you can hear me! Respond to me! Praro!"

Sizzle! Sizzle!

Faint purple lightning crackled across the paper, and Spencer stared in disbelief... What kind of magic was this? He had never seen anything like it before, and why was this madman talking to the paper? Making it respond to him?

A lazy yawn escaped from the paper.

"—!?"

Spencer was startled, but through the gap under the man's armpit... he saw the scene on the paper.

All they could see was a green-skinned monster with a face full of scars and a necklace of teeth, vividly depicted on the paper, conversing with it! Spencer and Rosso were certain it was their orc race's greatest enemy throughout history... the green-skinned orc!

"Oh dear... I wondered who it was? It's our great general back! What a sorry sight!"

"Keevis?"