Tyrael had indeed teleported Duanmu Huai to Caldeum, but the problem was that the place...
"Okay, this is one hell of a place."
Looking at the city surrounded by refugee camps before him, Duanmu Huai was speechless. Outside the city walls, shabby tents were packed everywhere. He had already grabbed someone and asked about the situation. The demon army was currently running rampant, forcing people to flee their homes, and many had chosen Caldeum. But the city had now been completely sealed off, with no one allowed to enter the Inner City, so the refugees could only set up camp outside... Of course, they wouldn't be able to hold out for long at this rate.
And according to what they said, there were cultists who worshiped demons everywhere nearby.
Duanmu Huai had also tried to find the guards, but this time, King Hailixi's letter of introduction had been useless. The other party had agreed to deliver the letter, but it had vanished without a trace, and he had received no reply since. Compared to Lut Gholein, it was a world of difference...
What a nuisance. Should he just barge in?
Duanmu Huai folded his arms and glared grimly at the gate sealed off by the guards. To the Inquisition, exterminating demons had always been the top priority. A few casualties in the process were an acceptable loss. Since they were blocking his path, then... this seemed to be the only way forward?
Under his gaze, the few guards standing at the gate stiffened all over and gripped their weapons tightly. It was as if the thing before them wasn't a person, but a ferocious beast.
Forget it. I'll just do it.
"Hey, big guy."
Just as Duanmu Huai was about to raise his warhammer and attack, a voice rang out.