◎Roasted chicken, roasted chicken, roasted chicken again equals endless roasted chicken!◎
Back at the legion's base, Warren immediately set about preparing the roast chicken.
Considering that the magic soldiers still needed training, Warren did not assign the task of raising chickens to them, but instead selected a smart and capable familiar to be responsible for it.
The familiar Hulu, who was named by the Demon King, was both excited and nervous. Although he wanted to achieve something, he had no confidence and was worried that he would mess up the Demon King's job. He was very uneasy.
He looked at the roasted chicken that was still jumping around wrapped in snake skin and asked helplessly: "How do I raise a roasted chicken? What should I do?"
The demon servants who had lived in the Demon King's Palace for generations had no idea about roasted chicken. The Dark Iron Dwarves who were temporarily pulled in to design the chicken coop were also confused. Fortunately, the demon soldiers had a lot of hunting experience, and when they asked in the legion, they found that there were some demon soldiers who were relatively familiar with the habits of roasted chicken.
"I'm from the Flame Bone Clan in Red Rock Canyon," the demon soldier scratched his head shyly, "before Red Rock Canyon was occupied by the magic dragon, there were many flocks of roast chickens there. When I was a child, I often hid in the mud and stared at them when I practiced hunting, so I know a little about it."
The roasted chickens always gather together and like to stay near the lava. They will pick up small dark red stones from the mud around the lava to eat.
Although only eggs laid by hens can hatch into chicks, both male and female scorching chickens will lay eggs, but they always lay eggs in magma, and the eggs fall directly into the magma, like a natural hiding place, and very few demons can obtain scorching chicken eggs.
"Besides, roasted eggs are so small that one bite won't fill you up," the demon soldier gestured carefully, "Demons that can dive deep into the magma will rarely be willing to go to such great lengths just to eat a bite of an egg that isn't very tasty."
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Warren nodded as he listened, and looked at the roast chicken even more enthusiastically.
He knows eggs! The New Year's Eve dinner on that New Year's card includes a dish called scrambled eggs with green peppers!
He immediately decided to clear a large open space next to the Demon King's Palace to provide the best living environment for the laying hens. The demon soldiers dug up red soil and magma, and the Dark Iron Dwarves designed fences, so that the demons would circle around the roasted chickens and observe their eating and nesting conditions.
There are only seven roast chickens at present, so the chicken coop does not need to be too big. The mobile demons quickly replaced the land around the chicken coop with the red clay magma that the roast chickens like. The Dark Iron Dwarves and the servants surrounded the chicken coop with stones and set up a confinement magic circle to prevent the roast chickens from running around.
After a brief shock, the roasted chicken adapted well to the new environment. It soon forgot the horror of being captured by the evil soldiers and strolled around the chicken coop in high spirits.
Warren looked around and felt that this chicken coop had no flaws except that it was ugly. He patted his familiar Hulu's shoulder happily and said, "Roasted chickens lay eggs, and eggs hatch chicks. As long as we take good care of them, it won't be long before we can live a life with everything chicken needs - I'll leave this important task to you!"
Hulu subconsciously stood up straight, thinking about the future when he would have no worries about food and drink and would have his own strength, his eyes sparkled with stars, and it seemed that the whole demon was brightened up: "I, I will definitely work hard!"
It was not only Hu Lu who heard the words of the Demon King, but also the Dark Iron Dwarves and the magic soldiers who were helping him. The magic soldiers thought about it and realized that roasted chickens, roasted chickens, and roasted chickens would equal countless roasted chickens. It was actually possible to eat meat without hunting or robbing. They were all shocked and told their companions when they returned to the barracks. Everyone couldn't help but look forward to it.
So the next day, when Warren followed the demon soldiers to hunt, he would occasionally see the demon soldiers running up to him with living creatures and asking, "My lord, can I keep this?"
This time, the hunting location was a plain covered with strange green vines. The prey caught were all of strange shapes. Looking at the slimy creature made up of countless eyeballs in the hands of the magic soldier, Warren leaned back tactically, his mouth twitching: "What does this thing usually eat?"
The demon soldier tilted his head innocently: "Should it be eating demons?"
Warren: “…”
Warren held his forehead and said, "We can't keep it alive. Kill it now!"
This plain covered with vines is called the "Forbidden Plain" by the demons. Just by hearing the name, you can tell how dangerous this place is. If a lone demon steps into it, he will be entangled and strangled to death by the strange vines, and finally slowly rot in the soil and become nutrients for the vines.
The demon soldiers of the third team decided to use this place as their hunting spot. They were confident in their own strength. Most of them held axes and pushed inward from the edge of the forbidden plain, chopping the vines into pieces and catching many monsters living in the forbidden plain.
Perhaps to avoid being strangled by the vines, these monsters are basically sticky and look very strange. The magic soldiers opened the snakeskin bags and threw the spoils into them, as if they were carrying a bag of messy and smelly mud.
It was hard for Warren to imagine how to eat these prey, and the thought only made his stomach ache. He turned his eyes away from the group of indescribable monsters and looked at the vines on the ground that had been cut and dead.
This thing seemed to be suitable for use as a rope. Warren thought for a moment. Although he didn't know more about the uses of vines, he still felt that it was a waste to throw away these rare green plants in the barren Demon Realm. So he turned to look at the team leader today and asked, "Can you take these vines back?"
He paused, thinking that this might add pressure to the captain of the magic soldiers, and added: "It is not necessary to bring it. It doesn't matter if there are too many prey to carry."
The prey obtained in the forbidden forest was not much, and the team leader patted his chest and guaranteed: "No problem, we will definitely be able to bring it back!"
They picked up the scattered vines on the ground, tied them together, carried the snakeskin bag in one hand and dragged the vines with the other, and walked back in a mighty manner. On the way, they passed a lava lake and caught a few roasted chickens alive, which they also threw into the chicken coop of the Demon King's Palace.
After the roasted chickens in the chicken coop started laying eggs, the demon chefs quickly mastered the methods of making fried eggs, baked eggs, and boiled eggs, making Warren's breakfast a lot richer.
Although the demon soldiers were unable to eat the eggs for the time being due to the small number of eggs, this ignited even greater enthusiasm and they were looking forward to the day when everyone could get their share of eggs.
Therefore, during the next few days of hunting, whether they were going to the Lava Swamp, the Forbidden Plains, the steep Bone Spike Mountains, or the Great Whitefish Desert with sand pits hidden everywhere, the demon soldiers would stretch their necks and look hard when passing by the lava lake, and catch the roasted chickens and put them into the chicken coop.
Before the broiler eggs could hatch chicks, the size of the chicken coop had already expanded several times due to the increase in the number of broiler chickens. The familiar Hulu, who had just become familiar with the work of raising chickens, was so busy that he had no time to rest. In the end, Warren found that his work was too heavy and sent two more familiars to help him, which prevented this overly hardworking familiar from working himself to death.
On the last day of the hunting competition, Arabella, the captain of the eighth team, felt tremendous pressure as she looked at the excellent results of the seven teams ahead of her.
She was leading a team of Sword Demons. Unlike the Knight Demon Army, they did not have fast-moving mounts that could run to distant mountains or deserts for hunting. The relatively nearby swamps had scared away many prey during the hunting in the past few days. The Forbidden Plains were even more dangerous and had few prey, so it was not cost-effective to hunt there.
After much deliberation, Arabella decided to take a different approach.
The night before the hunt, she found the Demon King and asked cautiously, "My Lord, can we hunt by trapping?"
Warren, of course, said no problem.
So on the day of the hunt, Arabella led the team out. After walking for about an hour, the Gobi Desert nearby was still the same, so she signaled the team to stop and took out a huge piece of barbecue from the bag she was carrying.
Having practiced with the team members countless times, Arabella gave an order and the magic soldiers formed groups of ten and quickly dug pits and hid themselves. Arabella and two other magic soldiers sat on the ground, took out a rock iron pot like a magic trick, and began to grill meat leisurely.
Warren, riding on the Hell Horse, could not hide his shock.
It wasn't anything else, but mainly because he felt that the trap was a bit crude - he thought it would be a large illusion or an animal repellent potion, something that sounded very magical.
He jumped to the ground decisively, patted the hell horse's head, and signaled it to hide far away.
The well-trained hell horse snorted, lowered its head unhappily and rubbed the devil's hand, then obediently ran to the tiny lava lake in the distance, chewed some red sand, and drank some lava.
Warren strode over to Arabella and sat down on the ground.
Arabella, who originally thought that the devil might use concealment magic, was flattered and even straightened her frying posture: "My king, you eat first."
"Can this method attract monsters?" Warren asked curiously, "It seems that there are very few monsters in the Gobi Desert."
"It's not that there are few of them. It's mainly because most of the monsters in the Gobi Desert are quite agile. They can sense the powerful magic power from afar and immediately run away. But it's hard for us to control our breath," Arabella said respectfully, praising the Demon King sincerely. "Your Majesty, you can put away all your pressure at any time and anywhere, and even make us feel no magic power. This is simply a god-level precise control."
Warren took her compliment in stride: "It's not hard to get to that point."
Of course it's not difficult, he thought, as long as there's no magic.
Not knowing what the Demon King was thinking, Arabella continued to explain: "Before the Stone Tribe was wiped out by the earthquake, I served as the hunting captain of the Stone Tribe. People in our tribe often hunt by setting traps, using the smell of fresh blood and flesh to cover up the magic fluctuations of others and attract magical beasts to come and rob them."
This is another reason why Arabella is quite confident in the trap plan - even fresh flesh and blood can attract so many prey, not to mention the fried meat that smells so delicious that even she wants to drool after having breakfast!
Sure enough, within a few words, a several-meter-long Greedy Beast rushed over, then fell into the trap with a bang and was tied up by the demon soldiers lurking in it.
Before the trap was even repaired, seven or eight more magical beasts that looked like alpacas on fire came rumbling over. When they saw the pit on the ground, it was too late to stop. The ones behind them crashed into the ones in front, and jumped into the pit one after another, leaving the magic soldiers who were burying soil on the trap dumbfounded.
Warren sat on the Gobi Desert, eating fried meat and chatting with the demon soldiers. Before the sun rose to the center, more than 30 prey had fallen into the trap, six of which were the Greedy Beasts, which were known as the most difficult to catch in the Demon Realm.
Not sure whether to sigh that traps are much more useful than primitive hunting, or to sigh at the charm of frying meat, Warren was thinking aimlessly when he saw a demon soldier sticking his head out of one of the traps, holding a goblin that looked like a yellow man in his hand: "My king! We caught a demon who was so bold as to try to steal meat!"
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