◎Respect your clan leader, meow!◎
"I haven't seen those two nature elves for a long time."
The serval orc Maoji sat on the top of a tree, wagging his tail leisurely, gazing at the reeds in the distance that were rippling in the wind. Thinking of his friends whom he hadn't seen for a long time, he couldn't help but sigh softly.
"I don't know if they have returned to the Elf Forest safely now."
The serval chief was lying lazily among the leaves. Hearing the sound, he opened his claws into a plum blossom shape, plucked a leaf, chewed it twice in his mouth, then spit it out with a frown.
His face looked a little strange. He glanced at the heartless Mao Ji without saying a word. He just jumped down the tree silently and tried to get into the puddle to sober himself up.
As a small cat tribe, they usually hunt rabbits, silverfish or insects. The servals are not very strong, so they live on the edge of the animal world farthest from the imperial capital.
But even so, as the chief of the serval tribe, he is able to protect his tribe and keep them alive in this place surrounded by wild beasts. He also possesses an ability that he is proud of - the serval tribe leader's super hearing and vision, which enable him to detect nearby dangers at the first moment and then warn his tribesmen.
Two months ago, the chief of the serval tribe, who was lying on a tree and chewing dried fish, suddenly felt a strong pressure. He was so scared that his ears instantly became airplane ears. He looked up at the sky and happened to see the fight between the God King and the Demon King.
Although the Serval Chief lived on the edge of the beast world, he once met an angel from the Protoss by chance. He heard the angel talk about the God-King's iconic golden wings - the wings of other angels were all white - so he immediately recognized that one of them was the God-King of the Protoss.
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But this is not so bad. For the Serval Clan leader, at most it will be something to brag about in the future. However, what is more terrifying is that the silver-haired demon king who fought against the God King on equal terms is the "natural elf" who came to the Serval Clan some time ago to inquire about the news of the beast world!
The serval chief was almost scared to tears.
He couldn't see what happened later, didn't know that the God King was driven out of the Beast Realm by the Beast King, and didn't know any beast tribes to inquire about the situation. He could only worry and be scared. He tossed and turned for several nights and didn't sleep well. It took a long time for him to gradually calm down.
"The demons are so different from what is said in the legend," he couldn't help but think to himself, "The demon king is so powerful, yet he is still so gentle. He could have directly threatened us to tell him everything we know, but he still used the wild boar in exchange, and he was very close to the serval."
Seeing the head of his clan dive into the water, Mao Ji poked his furry head out from the treetops and laughed, "Chief, are you going to catch fish? I want to eat some silver fish!"
The serval chief glared at him unhappily and cursed, "You wish!", but he still accurately bit a silverfish that swam over. He shook his head, letting the silverfish flap hard in his mouth, and jumped back to the shore with steady steps.
Mao Ji happily jumped down from the treetop and landed on the ground nimbly. Just as he was about to jump towards the head of his family, his big ears moved and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Hey, our good friend is here!"
The serval chief's heart skipped a beat and he wasn't paying attention for a moment, so he was hit on the face by the silverfish's tail and almost fell down.
He raised his head in horror, stretched out his right paw towards Maoji, opened his mouth, but still did not stop his behavior. He sighed with tears in his eyes, hastily hung the silverfish on the branch next to him, and then hurriedly chased after him.
Although they didn't think the demons would harm them, if they had too close contact with them, they would definitely be killed by the Beast King!
When the two beautiful cats ran to the entrance of the village one after another, Warren was already standing there waiting, holding a cloth bag in his hand and holding a coquettish serval cub in his arms. When he saw the serval chief and Maoji, he smiled at them cheerfully.
"Hello," he said in a gentle tone, "I was wrong for not telling you my true identity before. I'm here to apologize to you this time."
Maoji had already skillfully jumped onto Warren and huddled together with the serval cub. Upon hearing this, he tilted his head in confusion: "What true identity, meow? Are you the Elf King of the Nature Elves? I think you look like an Elf King, but you have such a good temper that you may not be able to control other Nature Elves!"
Warren raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at the serval chief in front of him.
Didn’t the serval chief tell the other servals about this?
On the day he fought with the God-King, he paid attention to the situation on the ground because he was worried that the orcs would be affected. As a result, he happened to see the serval chief standing on the treetop with a look of disbelief on his face.
Warren had originally planned to find time to tell the Servals the truth. Although he did not expect the vest to fall off so suddenly, he did not feel panicked. He just planned to come to the Servals the next day to explain.
As a result, that night, Bamboo Bear Huabai sneaked into the Demon Realm. The next day, he only thought about sending the bamboo bear cub back to the village. After that, he was busy building the Demon Realm and completely forgot about this matter.
It was not until two months later, when I was discussing with Arabella and other demons whether it was necessary to invite several tribes from the Beast Realm to watch the Demon Realm Sports Games, that I finally remembered the Serval Tribe.
“Uh, that,” the Serval Chieftain stuttered nervously, his two paws stomping uncomfortably on the ground, leaving deep and shallow pits, “Hello, my king.”
Mao Ji was surprised: "Wow, you are really the King of Nature Elf? Chief, how could you hide such an interesting thing from us!"
As they were talking, the other servals came over upon hearing the sound. When they saw that it was Warren who had visited the village some time ago, they meowed happily and formed several circles around him, waving their paws at him in greeting.
"I am not the King of Nature Elf," Warren shook his head frankly, stretched out his right hand, and a cluster of black flames ignited at the fingertips, "I am the Demon King of the Demon Realm."
The servals all gasped and said in unison, "This is so cool!"
Warren was already prepared for them to turn and run: "Huh?"
The Serval Chieftain was angry at his stupid tribesmen: "What kind of reaction is that!"
Maoji excitedly grabbed Warren's wrist with his claws, wanting to touch the black flame: "Is this the flame of the demon tribe? Can I grill meat with it?"
He quickly put out the flames, and Warren patted his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "You can't touch it. The magic of the demons will release dark energy, which can easily infect the beasts. You can't eat the things of the demons."
Maoji sighed regretfully.
"It doesn't matter. No matter who you are, you have no ill will towards us, so we can still be friends." He pretended to be mature and patted Warren's arm with his claws. He jumped down nimbly, changed back to human form, and picked up his own clan leader with a smile. "Our clan leader must think so, so he concealed this news from us!"
The Serval Chief jumped out of his arms and gave him a claw without any courtesy. His movements were sharp and majestic, but the tip of his claw was very well retracted, and in fact only the pad of his claw touched Mao Ji's face: "Respect your chief, meow! You are not allowed to hug me!"
Warren watched them making noise with a smile, and then he relaxed and sat on a stone at the entrance of the village. He looked at the cats that surrounded him, combed their tails, and answered their curious questions.
"The Demon Realm is not far from here. Takekuma Huabai took a trip there some time ago and it will take about a few hours to reach the edge of the Demon Realm."
"What do the demons eat? Well, we have a lot of food. The staple foods are various monster meats, potatoes, black beans, and other foods include lava slime, sweet fruit, flaming grapes, etc. - Don't even think about it, you are a beastman, you can't eat these things."
The greedy serval cub drooped its ears in disappointment: "But it sounds delicious."
Warren smiled and patted his head: "Cheer up, I brought you something fun. This is one of the favorite toys of the demon cubs."
As he spoke, he took out a large box of building blocks from the cloth bag he carried with him, and then took out two fluffy balls and handed them to the cubs.
The cubs cheered and ran off to play. The adult servals looked on enviously, but after a short moment of reserve, they could not help but rush over to play with the cubs and play with the ball, having a lot of fun.
Warren was still sitting on the rock, his chin supported by one hand, his eyes squinting as he watched the cat grab the ball.
"Lord Demon King."
The Serval Chief came over and squatted beside Warren.
Acutely aware that Warren liked the cats in animal form much more, he did not change into human form, but still maintained the animal form which was actually the most comfortable for him. He tilted his ears sheepishly and quietly observed Warren's expression.
"I'm not biased against the demons and I didn't tell them about you. I'm just a little worried about the Beast King," he lowered his head sadly, "This Beast King is not friendly to the cats. Once he finds out that we have a connection with you, the Servals will be finished."
The servals were different from the bamboo bears. Although they were not as strong, they had always lived near the edge of the beast world and were rarely governed by other orcs. Even the orc guards would leave immediately after collecting tribute. As a result, they were all rebellious cats who were used to freedom. Although they had heard rumors about the ferocity of the demons, they believed more in seeing is believing. Since Warren had always been friendly to them, they certainly didn't care about Warren's race or status.
But the serval chief cannot be so willful. He has to consider the survival and safety of the entire tribe.
Even though he actually thought Warren was a very good friend, and another beautiful demon who had visited the Serval Clan was also very friendly, and they didn't get angry even when he told them the legend that all the demons he had heard were ugly villains, the Serval Clan leader still didn't dare to have too close a relationship with the Demon King.
Perhaps the Demon King could escape unscathed after a fight with the God King in the Beast Realm, but the Serval Tribe couldn't even withstand a casual attack from the Beast King.
After expressing his worries and difficulties in one breath, the serval chief's eyes turned red with grievance. He buried his head between his paws and kept to himself.
"Don't worry," Warren rubbed his head comfortingly, "I will protect you. I promise that the Beast King will never touch a hair of yours."
The Serval Chief's eyes lit up and he looked up instantly: "Are you inviting us to join the Demon Tribe? Okay, I agree!"
Warren: “…Huh?”
Was he just tricked by this cat?
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