◎Goblins actually use their heads to dig the ground?◎
There is no such thing as equality and harmony in the Demon Realm. The demon soldiers are rude to the weak goblins who dare to steal food. They grab their heads and shake them wildly until the goblins look much cleaner, then they carry them towards the Demon King.
Only then did Warren realize that the yellow skin and barrel-like body were actually just dried mud stuck on the goblin. After taking off this layer of disguise, the real goblin looked very harmless, with short arms and legs, curled up pitifully, and naked without any clothes on.
"So the mud is your clothes?" Warren's mouth twitched slightly, and his tone was relatively gentle, "You'd better put the mud on first."
Surrounded by strong and sturdy demon soldiers, a weak goblin could not escape even if he had a thousand abilities. The goblin who was thrown to the ground by the demon soldiers also knew this and did not dare to resist at all. He tremblingly picked up the mud that had just been shaken off and tried to rub it on his body.
However, the mud had long since turned into dry lumps of earth without any adhesion. Instead, it broke into pieces more thoroughly under the goblin's large movements. Large chunks of soil cracked apart, and several pink oval fruits fell out.
It has been a while since I came to the Demon Realm, but this is the first time I have seen something that looks like the vegetables in the cards. Warren immediately became excited.
He originally planned to scare the goblins, find out the living conditions and distribution locations of the nearby demons, and then let go of the unlucky guy who stole something from the demon king, but now the situation is different: "What is this?"
The goblin looked around frantically.
The goblins did not recognize the Demon King's Crown, and had not even heard that the position of the Demon King had been changed. They did not know that they were facing the legendary Demon King's army that killed demons without blinking an eye. They just instinctively felt awe for these powerful demons that could even capture the Greedy Beast.
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Therefore, he did not hesitate much. When he heard the question, he answered very straightforwardly, fearing that he would lose his life if he was a second late: "This is soil fruit, which grows in the soil. We goblins usually survive by eating this."
Hearing this, the demon soldiers were extremely disdainful. In their view, the demons who could not even hunt and could only dig for food in the ground like magic beasts were the lowest existence in the demon domain and a shame to the demons.
A few demon soldiers from the weaker demon tribes showed sympathy - even though they had grown into powerful demon soldiers through their own efforts, they understood too well the despair of not having enough food to eat and having to eat grass roots.
Warren's reaction was completely different from that of the demon soldier. He couldn't wait to ask, "Where do these earth fruits grow? Do you have any extra ones in your tribe? I can trade them with my prey!"
Land fruit, the name sounds similar to potato, the card [Potatoes and Meat Recipe] finally has a glimmer of hope for upgrading!
The goblin swallowed dryly.
Even though he wanted to eat meat and couldn't forget the lingering taste that had attracted him just now, he didn't believe that these powerful demons would keep their promise. In his opinion, these guys just wanted to find a reason for him to bring them back to his race and then catch them all in one fell swoop.
For the sake of his tribe, he bravely lied: "We don't have extra ground fruit in our tribe, but I know there is a place where there are a lot of ground fruit growing in the soil. If you need it, I will take you there now."
Warren could see that his words were not in his heart, but he didn't intend to expose it. He nodded in agreement and sent a demon soldier riding a hell horse back to the legion camp. He selected a dozen demon soldiers who were good at digging pits and brought snakeskin bags to help.
After all, Arabella's team still had to continue to participate in the hunting competition, and he couldn't take these participating magic soldiers to pick ground fruits. Fortunately, the hunting spot she chose was not far from the camp, and it only took about an hour for the reinforcements of the magic soldiers to arrive.
Considering the importance of the land fruit, Warren decided to go there in person. A magic soldier carried the goblin and followed the direction he pointed.
The goblin, who was originally considering whether to lead this group of big demons to a dead end, was so frightened after seeing more than a dozen burly demon soldiers appear that he dared not have any bad thoughts. Although he still deliberately took a long detour to avoid places where his own tribe might appear, he finally arrived at the right place.
This road seems far enough to the goblins. Every time they set out from the settlement to dig for earth fruits, it seems like a gamble of crossing mountains and rivers. Even if the young goblins work together, they are bound to lose a few of their people forever. However, for the magic soldiers, it is just a boring journey of less than 20 minutes. In a blink of an eye, they have reached their destination.
Thinking that he had already left the tribe and that he would die alone, the goblin was obviously much more relaxed. After being put back on the ground by the magic soldier, he stood up shakily, looking left and right, as if he was sniffing something in the air. After a moment, he walked to the bare land not far away: "It's here, there is land fruit underground."
The demon soldiers who were watching his series of operations were very curious. One of them couldn't help but ask, "How do you know there are earth fruits underground?"
"The roots of the earth fruit will emit a magical wave similar to that of stone-cutting ants," the goblin answered him, "so all you have to do is feel this magical wave."
The demon soldiers looked at each other in disbelief. "How could a weak demon beast like the Stonecutter Ant, which can be killed by a single step and cannot be eaten, actually have magical fluctuations?"
They also sniffed around, but were unable to catch any scent.
"Perhaps it is precisely because of the lack of combat power and the need to avoid more dangers that they gain more acute senses and can detect magical fluctuations that powerful demons cannot perceive." Warren jumped off the hell horse and walked to the side of the demon soldier. "Each demon has its own unique power. Maybe it is not as strong as you, but it is just as tenacious and is also looking for a way to survive."
He spoke very emotionally, completely speaking from his heart, but he swallowed the last sentence - each demon has its own unique power, so can't he, the demon king, also have some magical abilities! The blood curse whose effect is still unclear and the rebellion buff of three times are always hanging high in the upper right corner of his card system, and every time he sees it, Warren is even more upset.
The demon soldiers, who had no idea what the Demon King was thinking, blinked their eyes. They did not fully understand what the Demon King meant, but they felt inexplicably touched. They kept these words firmly in their hearts, intentionally or unintentionally.
The goblin looked up at Warren cautiously, repeatedly reminding himself not to believe the devil's lies, and worked hard. He jumped twice on the ground, did a backflip, smashed his head into the soil, and began to spin.
Warren stared with wide eyes, shocked by the amazing scene of a goblin digging into the ground: Goblins actually use their heads to dig the ground? No wonder their hands and feet look so short!
The demon soldiers, who were used to seeing all kinds of strange demons, didn't think there was anything wrong. They were more interested in the earth fruits that the Demon King ordered them to dig. Reluctant to use swords, each demon held a bone and expanded the hole dug by the goblins. They worked together and soon dug a large pit dozens of meters wide.
The goblin ran around at the bottom of the pit, and soon found a stone-like lump of earth. He patted the dirt on top, revealing the pink-skinned ground fruit inside.
He grabbed the ground fruit with his short hands and pulled it up with all his might. After groaning for a long time, he finally moved the ground fruit one centimeter away and fell on his butt.
He got up awkwardly and explained in a low voice: "This soil fruit grows on the soil stem. Although it is small, it is difficult to pick..."
Before he finished speaking, the demon soldier, who had become impatient, grabbed the land fruit and with his other hand pulled the stem of the land fruit and pulled it upwards violently, pulling out a long string of fruits and stems. Roughly counting, there should be more than twenty land fruits.
The land fruit at the top was less than half the size of a roasted egg, similar to what Warren had seen at the goblins' place before. The further down you went, the bigger the land fruits became, and the largest ones even required two hands to hold.
Warren took it with surprise and carefully observed the soil stem. He found that the roots were torn off. He turned around and ordered: "Keep digging, there should be more. By the way, find out where the soil stem grew from."
This time they dug several dozen meters deep, and following the ground stems they found earlier, they dug out seven or eight large ground fruits. The demon soldier crawled back to the surface, holding something tangled like weeds in his hand: "My lord, the ground stems seem to grow from this thing."
He paused, thinking of the demon-killing vines in the forbidden plains, and became a little worried: "Could this thing also be alive?"
"This is a rotten earth fruit," the goblin said weakly, "If the earth fruit stored in our tribe is left for a long time, it will grow earth stems, which are similar to this. The earth fruit that grows stems cannot be eaten. Eating it will kill you."
After he finished speaking, he realized belatedly that his words had exposed the fact that the tribe had stored land fruits. He was suddenly startled and his legs went weak with fear.
Warren, who had no intention of embarrassing the goblin, pretended that he didn't understand. He took the soil fruit and regarded it as a treasure: "The soil fruit grows soil stems, which give birth to more soil fruits - I understand, this can be planted!"
The demon soldier suddenly realized: "Just like raising chickens?"
Another demon soldier asked in confusion, "But roasted chicken is delicious, and this is not delicious?"
"Let's go back and try it to see if it tastes good." Warren had no idea about the taste of the land fruit, but even if it didn't taste good, it could be used as an emergency food. In the event of famine or other situations, at least there would be a trump card.
They stayed for nearly an hour, and with the help of the goblins, they searched the nearby land thoroughly. Finally, dozens of snakeskin bags were filled to the brim. Even Warren hung two bunches of ground fruit on the neck of the hell horse and prepared to return in high spirits.
Soon they joined up with Arabella's hunting party.
At the end of the day, the hunting team had a great harvest. They captured more than a dozen Tanmao beasts and countless other prey. Because there were too many prey to take back, Arabella even sent half of the magic soldiers to deliver them to the military camp.
It was obvious that this team was the champion of the hunting competition. Several demon soldiers who did not belong to this team stared at the Tanmao Beast with envy.
Before returning to the Demon King's Palace, Warren picked a piece of fried beast meat and handed it to the goblin personally: "Thank you for your help. This is your reward. You can leave now."
He didn't tell the goblins to stop stealing, because he knew very well that for the weak goblins, stealing was often the only way for them to avoid starving to death.
From the way the demon soldiers addressed Warren, the goblin realized that the man in front of him was the Demon King of their Demon Realm. Looking at the fragrant fried meat, he swallowed hard.
If I take the meat and return to the tribe, will I be caught and killed by the demon soldiers who have followed me?
From a rational point of view, the goblins did not think that the Demon King had any intentions against their tribe. Any prey he hunted was more than the food of all the goblins combined. However, he did not know that the Demon King had been replaced. Thinking of the rumors that the Demon King enjoyed exterminating tribes and initiating wars at every turn, he did not dare to gamble with his own tribe.
What's more, he is just a weak goblin. How could the Demon King treat him so gently without any other intentions?
"Thank you, my generous king, but a humble goblin like me is not worthy of precious meat," he said in a trembling voice. "My king, I have a lot of experience in finding and picking earth fruits. If you are interested in earth fruits, can you allow me to follow you as your loyal servant?"
Warren was stunned.
Perhaps it was the sensitive sense of smell of the weak creatures that made them subconsciously know that he was not dangerous at all. Warren could see that the goblins were extremely afraid of the magic soldiers, but they were not actually very afraid of him.
Therefore, after sending the goblin back to its original place, Warren did not let the magic soldiers come to negotiate with him, but came himself to tell him that he could leave. Considering the danger at night, it would be best for the little goblin to return to the tribe before dark.
He couldn't figure it out for a moment. He was clearly thinking that the goblin had been busy all afternoon so he gave him a piece of meat as compensation, so why did the goblin become even more scared?
"I won't kill you," Warren tried to figure out the goblin's thoughts and comforted him, "Don't worry, I'll keep my word."
What he didn't understand was that in the devil's realm where the strong prey on the weak, the fact that the superiors were willing to lower their posture and deal with the weak ants meant something was strange, and strangeness often represented fraud, blood and killing.
The goblin almost cried: "My king, I am sincere! I am willing to swear on my soul that I will always be your loyal servant!"
Warren: “…”
He gave up struggling: "Okay, no need to swear, just come back with me. Just consider it as me hiring you to help with the work. Just tell me when you want to leave."
The goblin kowtowed repeatedly in gratitude, and consciously crawled into the snakeskin bag containing the prey, curled up into a ball, closed his eyes, as if he was ready to be treated as prey.
Warren held his forehead helplessly, stretched out his hand to pull him out, and threw him to Arabella: "Take this guy back."
Arabella quickly caught the goblin and shook the small demon in surprise: "The king is willing to accept you? It seems that the land fruit must be delicious."
The goblin's eyes were spinning, but he didn't dare to struggle. Before he felt dizzy, Arabella stopped and pulled a piece of animal skin to cover his head. "Okay, change your clothes and don't cover your body with mud. As a servant of our wise and powerful king, you must be dignified. Do you understand?"
The goblin poked his head out from the warm and soft animal hide and nodded blankly.
For some reason, he suddenly felt that the future, which he had thought would end in a nightmare, might be worth looking forward to.
The author has something to say:
My friend said the previous name sounded a bit like the weird Werewolf, and the more I looked at it, the more I thought it was similar... so I changed the name (forehead)
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