◎Is it the black and white bear with two big dark circles under its eyes?◎
The next day, at the edge of the Demon Realm.
Silvester, who folded his wings with the help of the Demon King, stood uncomfortably on the ground, looking up at the Demon King who was busy carving a formation to block the God King's detection magic.
He had great attainments in space magic, but had no knowledge of this kind of shielding magic, and he didn't even understand how far the king had progressed. He could only wait in confusion until the king waved at him, then he floated up unsteadily, awkwardly trying to fly into the air without wings.
The broken part of the barrier was about the size of a bowl. He used shrinking magic to turn himself into a mini fallen angel a few centimeters tall. He nervously crossed the barrier. Just after he took a step, he heard a "Ulla Ula" alarm sound in his ears. His body suddenly froze and he looked at the Demon King in horror.
"Oh, sorry," Warren scratched his ear, waved his hand and cast a spell, and the alarm stopped immediately. "This is the warning magic I set, and I forgot to turn it off just now."
Silvester nodded stiffly, as if he was afraid of any more trouble. This time he moved very quickly, reaching the other side of the barrier and returning to his original height.
The breeze blew, carrying the fragrance of leaves. The edge of the area marked as a forbidden area had not been visited by humans for a long time. There was a lush forest and wild beasts ran by from time to time.
The sun shines through the clouds, illuminating the fallen angel floating in the air with brightness and warmth.
"The environment here is really nice," Silvester sighed softly, and was surprised to find that he didn't have any yearning for it. Instead, his mind was full of how to build the Demon Realm into this place. "My king, I can expand my portable space to the maximum, bring all the plants here back and try to see if they can be improved and transplanted to the Demon Realm."
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Warren nodded with satisfaction: "Feiwu has completed the first step and successfully transformed a kind of wild grass into a magic plant. Moreover, the reproduction and adaptability of that magic plant are very strong, and it is very suitable for growing in the royal city. We gave it a name, called Soul Fern."
"Soul fern?" Silvester's eyes widened. "After absorbing the dark power, this wild grass actually has soul-related magical abilities?"
"Not really," Warren shrugged, "it just sounds cool."
Silvester choked, then couldn't help laughing. The tension of being outside the Demon Realm was actually dissipated a lot.
"Let's go a little further in," Warren said. Considering that Silvestre's flying speed would be much slower after he folded his wings, he simply grabbed his arm and flew forward with him. "If we dig plants here, we will be too conspicuous and easily discovered by the Beast King. Not that he would dare to do anything if he discovered it, but it's better to have less trouble than more. What if this guy sprays poison on the plants?"
Silvester nodded suddenly.
As he was speaking, he noticed the smoke from cooking not far away. Warren frowned slightly, paused, and looked over. He found that the orcs moving around over there all had fat round ears. The few that had turned into beasts were of a different color from the black bear king, but they all looked like bears.
"Did the Beast King send his confidants to form the first line of defense against the demons?" He murmured to himself in confusion. He felt that the lazy appearance of the bears did not look like they were here to fight. He was a little worried that this was a trap, so he did not stop, but walked forward a little further and landed on a mountain farther away.
"Let's finish the primary task first," he said to Silvester. "After we put all the flowers and saplings into the pots and put them into the space, we'll go check on the bears over there."
Silvester nodded obediently, squatted on the ground, took out a small metal shovel, and carefully put the wild grasses and flowers that he thought were beautiful into the pots.
After these plants fell into darkness and turned into magic plants, both their shapes and properties would change. Therefore, they were not restricted to a certain type of plants. They enthusiastically dug up a dozen plants of each type, put them into flowerpots, carefully protected them with magic, and placed them in their personal space.
After watching Silvester use space magic several times, Warren almost understood the principle. He followed his example and swiped in the air, also creating a portable space. He also used reinforcement magic to make the space more stable.
After both of his portable spaces were filled to the brim, Warren clapped his hands, stood up with a sense of accomplishment, took a bite of the fruit he had just picked from the tree, and handed one to Silvestre. After eating, he put the core into his pocket and looked up at the fruit-laden tree: "How about we uproot this tree and carry it back to the royal city when we go back?"
Silvestre raised both hands in agreement: "I can carry two!"
Remembering the location and looking at the weather, Warren decided to go to the Serval tribe he had visited last time to see his cat friends and to inquire about the bear orcs who had just moved in.
He took Silvester and flew towards the Serval village. They soon arrived not far from the village and landed on the ground. He turned around and told Silvester: "If a Serval asks you, just say we are natural elves who are out to see the world. You are my younger brother, and you followed me out this time."
Silvester responded and looked around in confusion, his eyes falling on the dilapidated straw huts on the other side of the village: "Why don't they build roads? With so many trees to guard, why do they use thatched houses?"
"The demons used to guard so many stones, but no demon would build a stone house," Warren answered casually. His figure flashed for a moment and he easily caught a wild boar. "Let's go. Remember not to feed them food from the Demon Realm. Our food contains dark magic, which will infect them and turn them into demons."
Following his king to the village entrance, the fallen angel's expression was still a little dazed.
He recalled the beautiful descriptions of the world outside the barrier given by his ancestors, such as the countless delicacies, the fragrant wine, and the angels in gorgeous clothes. Then he looked at the dilapidated village and the orcs wrapped in linen robes, and suddenly he felt that his childhood dreams were shattered.
"Hey, it's you!" A familiar cat head popped up from the big tree at the entrance of the village. "You are the nature elf from before! Why are you here again?"
Warren handed the wild boar over with a smile: "My brother also wants to visit the beast world, so I brought him along this time. Don't worry, we'll just play for a while and leave soon. This is your reward."
The Serval Chief stared at the wild pig longingly for a moment, then swallowed
He sipped his dry suds and waved his hand: "No need for reward. The wild pigs you brought last time are already valuable enough."
"It doesn't matter. We don't eat pork anyway," Warren insisted as he pushed the prey past him. "We've already caught it. It would be a shame to let it go."
The Serval Chief took it and was obviously embarrassed. He tilted his head and thought for a while: "So you guys eat fish? We'll grill some fish for you."
Warren smiled and thanked him, then followed the Serval Chief, leisurely admiring the surrounding scenery. "When I passed by just now, I saw a bear orc. Mao Ji seemed to have said last time that all bear orcs live in the orc capital. Why did they suddenly appear here?"
"Bear orcs?" The Serval chief shook his ears. "Is it the kind of bear that is black and white with two big dark circles under its eyes?"
"Yes," Warren recalled the orcs he had seen before, "and they were fat."
The Serval chief heaved a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's the Bamboo Bear, they are not in the same group as the Beast King. When they came here a while ago, they passed by our tribe and greeted us."
"Don't worry, the bamboo bears have good personalities. They won't capture the nature spirits. You are safe."
After hearing that the nature elf was visiting, Maoji ran over from a distance and happened to hear this conversation, so he waved his paw happily at Warren.
"They originally lived in a village near the Imperial Capital. Recently, the Beast King suddenly began to capture orcs from various tribes for some unknown reason, interrogating them to find out whether they had been infected with dark magic."
"The Bamboo Bear Tribe did not stand on the side of the Beast King when he was fighting for the throne. The Beast King was originally resentful of them, so he took this opportunity to say that they were a race seduced by darkness and drove them here."
"Moreover, the Beast King also said that the evidence that the Bamboo Bears degenerated into the Demons was that they were half black and half white," the Serval Chief curled his lips. "This reason is too outrageous. All the Beasts know that the legendary Demons are a group of ugly, green-faced, fanged, ferocious and ruthless guys with a foul smell. Bamboo Bears are not like that."
Silvester was so angry that he almost had a quarrel with this ignorant serval. He looked at the Demon King for advice, and seeing that the Demon King was smiling very happily, he closed his mouth in frustration.
Warren did think that Chief Serval had a rich imagination. He knew almost all the demons, but none of them met this standard. According to Chief Serval's request, all the demons had to be expelled from the demon clan: "Your Beast King is too evil."
The serval chief agreed in his heart, but did not have the courage to speak ill of the Beast King directly. He meowed twice and led them to the center of the village.
In the Serval Village adjacent to the reed forest, there is a lush towering tree. The branches are connected by straw ropes and wood to form a shaky wooden bridge. The top is covered with a layer of rough wooden boards, on which are hung a dozen smelly dried fish.
"This is the dried fish we dried," Maoji transformed into a cat, picked up a dried fish, and looked at Warren and Silvester enthusiastically, "Come on, let's share it! This is the sacred place for eating that our Serval tribe has built after many years of construction!"
Silvester pursed his lips and looked at the dried fish, which even had purple marks of decay on its surface. He hesitated for a while, not knowing how to eat it. He turned his head to look at the Demon King, who was happily petting Cat Ji in cat form and didn't even look at the food.
"Do you usually eat dried fish?" Silvester couldn't help asking, "Is there no other way to eat it?"
"We also have grilled fish and grilled pork." The kitten tilted its head and enjoyed Warren's massage service. It meowed from time to time and pulled down Warren's fingers with its claws, signaling him to continue kneading in another place. "The bamboo bear tribe came here a few days ago. We exchanged grilled fish for some sweet bamboo. If you like, I'll get it for you to eat."
"Sweet bamboo?" Hearing the name of a suspected crop, Warren finally paid attention to the happiness of petting the cat. "What is this? Is it a kind of fruit?"
"No, this is a kind of bamboo, a bit like a tree, growing tall and straight. When you peel off the outer bark, the inner core is crisp and sweet," Mao Ji described, smacking his lips. "And the bamboo bears said that if it rains, the sweet bamboo will just grow out, and it will be the most tender at that time. You can just peel off a layer of bark and eat it directly."
The Serval chief sat nearby, watching Maoji rolling comfortably under Warren's kneading, his eyes revealing a bit of envy, but he was too embarrassed to ask for a touch, so he could only turn his head away and pretend he didn't see it: "Bamboo bears rarely hunt, but make a living by planting sweet bamboo. They are the few beastmen who can farm, so they have always been called the outliers in the bear tribe. This time they were expelled by the Beast King without the support of the bear tribe."
Warren nodded thoughtfully, took the sweet bamboo core handed to him by the Serval Chief, took a bite, and his eyes lit up immediately: "It's delicious!"
It’s decided. I’ll go to the bamboo bear settlement right away and pick some bamboos to bring back to the Demon Realm!
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