◎The fluffy tail of the cat orc◎
Warren stood with his hands behind his back, feeling very confused as he saw the expressions of the God King and the Beast King change from forced calm to faint fear.
He originally thought that the world outside the barrier was most likely the other world shown in the cards.
The setting of the Beastmen matches that of the Lion King, and the Protoss sounds a lot like the happy family place in the card [Celebrating the New Year with the Fragrant Lax]. Although angels have wings and the power of light, who knows if they usually keep their wings folded, or maybe the system deliberately modified it to hide the facts.
But the current situation is obviously different from what he imagined.
Fortunately, Warren had rich experience in acting. After four years in the Demon Realm, he had already developed the ability to remain calm and composed in the face of wind and rain. He maintained a faint smile on the corners of his lips, as if he had everything planned out. He successfully turned the God King's original 10% doubt into 100% certainty.
Fortunately, there was no head-on conflict with the Demon King. The God King was relieved and did not panic too much. At least he could maintain his composure. When he turned around and saw the trembling Beast King, his expression suddenly showed some contempt.
The Beast King pretended not to notice the God King’s disdain.
He is not afraid of the God-King, and sometimes even dares to conflict with him. That is because the angels of the God Clan are rare, and the God-King will never rashly launch an attack.
But the Demon King is different. Any race can be infected by the dark power and become a member of the demon race. Even if it is a dead race, if the bones are still there, it can be transformed into a skeleton demon race. If even the body is burned, but there is a soul, it can also be transformed into the undead race.
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For the Demon King, worrying about the loss of soldiers and generals among the demon clan is simply out of the question. As long as he has a breath, he can gather an army of millions.
This is also the reason why all races joined together to fight against the demons, even at the cost of most of their own strength and powerful artifacts to seal all the demons in the Savia Demon Realm.
These guys don't care about the Basic Law when they fight!
Thinking of this, and recalling that the Demon King had unknowingly broken into his beastly realm several years ago, the Beast King felt a chill down his spine.
Could it be that there have been beastmen who practiced dark magic lurking around him? How many beastmen can be trusted? In the past few years, the beast world has been turbulent. Is there any secret supporter of this demon king?
Now the Beast King no longer had the mind to think about boring questions like whether the Demon King was good-looking or not. His heart was filled with fear, and he barely controlled himself from turning around and running. He pulled up the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely ugly smile.
Warren frowned slightly and looked at the overly enthusiastic black bear. He always felt that he looked malicious.
After being glanced at by Warren, the Beast King felt that he had been trapped in the Demon King's trap for a long time. He no longer bothered to think about how to contain the demons after the barrier was broken. This time he ran faster than the God King, and disappeared in an instant. He was anxious to return to the Beast King's capital to thoroughly investigate the traitor who was bewitched by the dark power.
The God King, who originally planned to let the Beast King come out to test the power of the demons, sighed in his heart.
“Don’t think that you can do whatever you want just because you can pass through the barrier,” she said coldly, a light flashing in her hand, condensing into a dazzling holy sword, “If the dark power invades the God Realm again, I will die with the demons at all costs.”
Warren snorted and snapped his fingers. A dark purple longbow suddenly appeared beside him. The bowstring was tightened and an arrow was shot out, easily defeating the holy sword. "If you are willing to accept peace, then I will naturally maintain peace."
The God King's expression suddenly changed. She obviously hadn't expected that the gap between her and the Demon King's strength would be so outrageous. However, this was a critical moment in the negotiations, and she couldn't just give up. She flicked her wrist and gathered the scattered light into a holy sword again. This time, she didn't point the tip of the sword at Warren, but she sheathed it directly: "May you always remember your promise."
Warren smiled and nodded. With the confidence of a winner, he stood calmly in place, watching the God-King spread his wings and leave the place in a rather embarrassing manner. After a while, when he was sure that they had all left, he shook his wrist with a grimace.
"It hurts," he complained quietly, "It seems like the best chance I have with this God King is fifty-fifty."
Although it seemed like a piece of cake just now, and Warren defeated the God King's holy sword with just a wave of his hand, he actually tried his best.
He used the card [It's You] to bind himself, and then ordered himself to concentrate all the magic power that could be mobilized into the feather arrow, and carry out the attack accurately.
It turns out that this compulsory card can also work on him, and the effect is much better than Warren imagined. Without the help of the power of the card, Warren, who has just come into contact with magic, probably wouldn't be able to condense even a feather arrow.
Thinking of this, Warren glanced at the sky and found that there was still a long time left before the return time he promised Xiaolong. After thinking about it, he simply slipped out of the barrier and sneaked into the beast world silently.
[The warning magic set by the God King has been blocked.]
The system's mechanical sound rang out.
[Number of magic crystals deducted: 1]
[Number of magic crystals remaining: 31]
Warren paused slightly, looked back in surprise, and sensed silently, and finally sensed the faint aura of light magic outside the barrier.
He coughed lightly, feeling a little awkward as he thought about how he was still arguing with the system: "Thank you."
The system ignored him.
Warren was used to the system's indifference. He flew a long distance alone and finally saw the first orc village. He then gathered all his magic power, landed outside the village, and looked around curiously.
The grass is green, the flowers are in clusters, the trees in the mountains are lush and leafy, and vitality is everywhere.
"No wonder the previous demon king wanted to break through the barrier," Warren sighed, rubbing his chin with his fingers, and asked the system, "You say, if we bring these grasses back to the Demon Realm and use the power of darkness to stimulate them to grow, can they grow on the land of the Demon Realm?"
He didn't expect the system to answer at all. After he said this, he walked over excitedly. His magic power transformed into a shovel, and he dug out a beautiful weed with its roots. He then used his magic power to squeeze the stone next to it into the shape of a flowerpot and put the weed in it.
"Bring Xizels along next time," he muttered quietly, "Xizels's attainments in spatial magic are so high, he will definitely be able to bring a lot of ceramic flower pots and bring back all these different varieties of flowers and plants."
Just as he was about to dig up the second weed, Warren's increasingly sensitive five senses made him realize that there were beastmen approaching from behind. He quickly stood up, not forgetting to hold the flowerpot tightly in his arms, and turned to look over.
A cat-type orc looked at him warily, with the hair on his tail standing up and his ears turning into airplane ears.
Warren smiled friendly and said, "Hello."
The kitten blinked and saw Warren's appearance clearly. The ears that were tucked behind his head gradually stood up. He asked tentatively: "Are you a god or a natural elf?"
Warren: "I have a tree of life in my house."
The cat orcs immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Great," he said, "I thought you were from the bear tribe...but your body shape is not similar."
Warren was a little surprised. The cat tribe was a member of the beast tribe, but their attitude towards the natural elves who were not of the same tribe was better than that of the bear tribe?
"Aren't the bears your royal family?" he asked curiously, taking the opportunity to inquire about the news in the animal world. "I thought you had a very good relationship."
The cat beastman laughed bitterly.
"It's not like everyone is a natural elf, and not all elves are companions. To the Beast King, other beasts are..." At this point, he meowed twice, as if he was cursing in some cat language, but due to the authority of the Beast King, he didn't dare to curse in person. "This year, the amount of tribute that the Serval Tribe has to pay has nearly doubled. We haven't paid it yet, and I guess the bear orcs will come looking for us soon."
"You want to pay tribute too?" Warren finally understood the tradition of the demons paying tribute.
He had always been curious about how a backward civilization like the Demon Tribe, with each tribe living separately, could have a tradition of paying tribute and even have such a fancy name. It turned out that they learned it from the Beastmen ten thousand years ago.
"All beast tribes must pay tribute," the serval sighed, glanced at Warren, and kindly reminded him, "Are you a natural elf who went out to see the world without listening to the elders' advice? Go back to your forest quickly. This is the beast world. If you are caught, you will end up in a miserable state."
The reason why the natural elves are so powerful is that they possess the Holy Tree of Life. When they leave the Elf Forest, they lose the connection with their companions and can be captured by slightly stronger beastmen.
It’s not that there weren’t rebellious nature elves who ran away to other tribes. If it was the God Tribe, it would be easy to deal with. The angels would send the nature elves back to the forest and at most take some gold, silver and magic materials in exchange. But it would be troublesome for the Beast Tribe - there is still a nature elf imprisoned in the Beast King’s harem, and no matter how the nature elves negotiate, they refuse to return it.
"This is indeed the first time I've left my own race's habitat," Warren said innocently, "Can you tell me about your tribe? I'm really curious. I can pay you with gold, or do you prefer prey?"
"What do I need gold for? I'm not one of those evil dragons," the cat-orc waved his hand casually, obviously regarding Warren as an unworldly natural elf. "What do you want to ask? Just leave now. I have to go hunting today!"
Warren's expression remained unchanged, he already had an idea in his mind - it seemed that there was no currency circulating within the Beastmen, and they still used the oldest barter model - could it be that they had been fighting among themselves for ten thousand years?
His figure flashed and suddenly disappeared. In less than half a second, he reappeared in the same place, holding a fat wild boar in his hand: "Is this okay as a reward?"
The cat orc was shocked: "This is a wild pig! How did you catch it?"
Warren smiled slightly, knocked the still struggling wild boar unconscious with his fingers, and stuffed it into the arms of the serval: "I am quite strong in our tribe, otherwise how would I dare to come out alone?"
The cat beastman thought about it and felt that what he said made sense, so he nodded and dragged the wild boar that was taller than himself towards home: "Then come with me, I will roast pork for you and tell you about the beast tribe - but you have to promise that you will go back immediately after I finish! If the Beast King finds you, you will be doomed!"
Warren couldn't help but glance at the swaying furry cat tail from the corner of his eye. He rubbed his fingertips, trying hard to restrain the urge to rub the cat, and followed the serval towards their village.
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