The Story of the Wind Wanderer
Astaroth and Asmodeus #136

Walking out of his tent, Astaroth invited the venerable king Asmodeus to tour his army camp. The figure of Asmodeus seemed not too comfortable with his form as a human, several times he glanced and astonished with Astaroth who seemed accustomed to the weak body. But it did not diminish his authority and arrogance as a demon king. Every demon and human warrior he went through, they always bowed their knees and bowed to him - a very different attitude if only Astaroth passed in front of them, they just bowed their heads and bowed their heads.

An enormous and vast camp, set up over the Southern Land of Zephyra that seemed barren and frozen. There was no beauty in the region, the vast expanse of green was nowhere to be seen anymore. The small hills in the area were camped by Astaroth and his side. In that sizable and vast encampment, Astaroth's army also seemed to be preparing an enormous variety of combat weapons.

The scent of death and destruction, the aura of darkness, coupled with the ever-dark sky above the region. The ground became barren, the grass was frozen or dead, and there was no other life like plants or animals since Astaroth's army set foot on the ground. Nature seems very reluctant to coexist with them.

"What about the Southern Continent? I heard from Baltazhar you sealed the continent?" ask Asmodeus, walking down the camp with Astaroth.

Astaroth nodded his head and replied, "yes, I sealed the continent, including the people of the Mystick Kingdom, the king, and their king's daughter. I don't want the old king's daughter to do anything that could potentially derail our plans."

"Why don't you affect his mind? Or maybe finish him off?" asmodeus asked again, glancing with a sharp glare at the pair of red eyes.

Astaroth shook his head and replied, "the princess is special, uninfluenced, nor can she be carelessly killed. If I do, then my influence on all the humans in the kingdom will be gone, and they will quickly realize who I really am. Of course it's gonna be so bad."

"You know, my strength in this world is limited, let alone with a body made of this earth," continued Astaroth, looking down, paying attention to his perfectly gallant human body

"You're right, anyway. I just felt that if I used all my strength here, this human body would be destroyed," added the man with a pair of black wings and horns on his head, seeming to be quite complaining about it.

Astaroth then turned his head and with a sharp look he said to the figure of Asmodeus, "then from that, I do not recklessly use my power, if it must also I will not use it completely."

The two important figures of the Devil Nation continued to step up, walking until they finally reached the top of one of the hills. On top of the hill was erected a watchtower that is quite high, and made of sturdy wood thorny. Astaroth and Asmodeus walked up a small wooden staircase, up the watchtower.

"Hows it? This is Zephyra, the land that bears witness to where our nation was defeated 100 years ago." Astaroth spoke with his calm and cold demeanor to Asmodeus who was currently standing beside him.

Asmodeus's gaze looked very sharp, with both irises growing brighter. The golden-crowned and black-spirited figure seemed to hold an ambition of its own when looking at a vast and beautiful country before him.

"What about the possessor of the forces of nature?" the first question that came out of the mouth of Asmodeus when looking at the scenery in the land of Zephyra.

Astaroth still with a calm attitude and seemed cool to answer in accordance with the information he had received from his informant, Baltazhar, "the owner of the power is far from his country, he said, according to information from Baltazhar the owner of the power has crossed the ocean," replied Astaroth.

Asmodeus turned his head, stared intently at the figure of Astaroth who was beside him and then threw the question, "you know who and what the owner of the power of nature is like?"

Astaroth's two blue irises glanced at the two sharp, red irises that were pointing at him, before answering the question. But the answer given is only a nod of the head slowly, without the slightest mention or talk.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I have already bagged some important information about him, be it his strength, to his weakness," Astaroth said later as he watched Asmodeus's vigilance against the owner of the power, turning his gaze back to the front.

The black-haired man in armour and all-black robe then turned around, looking at the encampment of his army which looked very spacious and clearly visible from the top of the tower saying, "now I just need your orders to move this many troops, Your Majesty Asmodeus."

"Just do it in the near future, Astaroth, and not for too long ...!" asmodeus said, without turning around, he just turned his head and looked at the man from the side and continued to say, "I will also help you by calling my men."

Grinning, happy to hear about the help to be given by Asmodeus. Astaroth then spoke, "happy to receive your help, Your Majesty. Of course this army would not be complete without the presence of your messengers."