◎Sweet Fruit Cupcake◎
Since the dragons volunteered to increase their workload, Warren certainly had no objection. He happily sang the same tune as the goblin Barlow, tricking a group of frightened dragons into wanting to immediately get into work and study.
After being converted into demons by Warren, they cried with joy and their cries were so sincere that they never thought about the disappearance of their dragon identity. Their minds were filled with gratitude for finally surviving.
The dragon clan's understanding of the dark energy consumed by fallen demons is still stuck in ten thousand years ago. At that time, in order to conquer the world, the demon god frantically converted millions of demons. Even the bones and souls of dead orcs had to be awakened to become skeletons and undead. In addition, the dark energy was also diluted when it eroded the beast world, the god world and other realms, and the remaining dark energy was pitifully small.
But now, the accumulation of tens of thousands of years has made the dark energy that was once on the verge of exhaustion become abundant again. Although the various plants that were transformed into magic plants absorbed some dark energy in the process of transformation, they gave back more energy to the magic realm through their own magical reactions. In addition, under Warren's guidance, the energy required for the dragon clan to fall into magic is much less than directly devouring magic beasts.
Therefore, for Warren, although the cost of converting these dragons into demons is not small, considering the contribution that the dragons can make to the demons, it is still a very cost-effective deal.
Of course, he did not say these to the dragon clan. He just threatened them casually, "The dark energy I bestowed on you can be taken back at any time," and asked them to follow Barlow to leave the Demon King's Palace and go to the farming team to observe and learn the magic of improving soil quality and promoting the growth of magic plants.
"I finally understand, so this is how it is," Xuanlong walked among the dragons on the way to the farmland. He finally came back to his senses from the trance of surviving a catastrophe. He clenched his fist and hammered his palm hard, saying with sudden enlightenment, "I understand what the Demon King means!"
All the dragons looked at him.
Although the dragon clan has always believed in the use of force, they all admit that Xuanlong is the smartest dragon in the clan, and they are still very convinced of Xuanlong's analysis.
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"I'm sure the Demon King has mastered a special magic that can temporarily transform us into demons," Xuanlong looked around and lowered his voice mysteriously, "but we haven't really become demons at all. Once we do something wrong or are no longer needed by the Demon Realm, he can turn us back into dragons at any time, drive us out of the Demon Realm, or even kill us!"
The dragons gasped.
If you think about it calmly, the Demon King originally intended to kill them directly. Even if Barro pleaded for them, it was indeed a bit abrupt to agree to transform them into demons before they had proven their worth.
What's more, the dark energy required for the dragons to fall into evil is so huge. How could the Demon King take it lightly and complete the transformation of all the dragons in just one morning?
As for never having heard of the demons being able to temporarily transform - isn't it normal for this omnipotent demon king to master an unheard-of magic!
A strong sense of crisis suddenly arose in their hearts. They looked at each other and decided to work hard, at least not to leave a bad impression of being stupid and useless to the Demon King.
Thinking of this, they rubbed their hands together and followed Barlow with high morale. Until Barlow stopped at the entrance of the restaurant, they still thought they were going to work immediately.
"It's already noon, we have to eat first," Barro shrugged and turned to look at the dragons. "Although you are still in the labor reform period and have no jobs, you still have a basic meal."
Although the dragons have lived in the Demon Realm for a few days, they have not yet transformed into demons. The food they eat is all original roasted animal meat that the orcs exchanged with the demons. Although magic is used to ensure its freshness, it has not been processed by chefs and does not have the rich variety of seasonings in the Demon Realm, so the taste is naturally not very good.
However, they had all seen the various fried foods displayed by the magic dragon, and had also smelled the sweet and fragrant food in the streets and alleys. They had long been drooling over the food from the Demon Realm. When they heard Barlow's words, they immediately forgot about the future crisis, and one by one they sucked their saliva, lined up and walked into the restaurant, wagging their dragon tails.
Compared to the sumptuous buffet, the basic meal is much simpler, with only two pieces of fried meat, a boiled egg, a bowl of mashed potatoes with punk sauce, and sweet fruit cupcakes as dessert.
Of course, for the dragon clan, this is the most delicious food they have ever eaten.
"The frozen thorn fruit that I finally picked after guarding the frozen thorn tree for 570 years is not as delicious as this little cake." The blue dragon licked the cream carefully, and all the edges and corners of his body were melted by the taste of happiness. Even his tone became soft. "If I can eat this little cake every day, I will do anything!"
Fellowes Katha leaned back in his chair, chewing the delicious fried meat in his mouth and whimpering with pleasure: "I knew that the frozen thorn tree was stolen by you. If the fried meat wasn't so delicious, I would definitely rush over to beat you up now!"
The goblin Barlow, who was sitting next to him and eating a meat pie, twitched his ears slightly, and the corners of his mouth hidden behind the pie couldn't help but curl up.
He knew that these dragons would no longer be negative about their future studies and work.
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Although their strength was sealed to one tenth of what it was, the dragon race was still superior to other races. With only a dozen dragons in such a small number, the Beast King was forced to send them treasures and prey every year to appease them. With their diligent work, the quality of the soil near the royal city was quickly improved, and lush magic plants grew on the surface.
If the race that came here for the first time, they would never have imagined that this place was just a barren and desolate Gobi desert four years ago.
Warren, who was busy transforming the Sky City and adding new functions to his mobile phone, did not even use the remaining card drawing opportunities, let alone pay attention to the Dragon Clan. After confirming that the Dragon Clan performed well in Lille and Barlow's daily reports, he put the matter aside with confidence.
It was two months later when he finally completed the improvement of the magic circle for the new feature of the mobile phone's circle of friends together with the Dark Iron Dwarf Silver Ingot and the succubus Erber.
After confirming the feasibility of the new WeChat Moments feature on his mobile phone and successfully integrating the complex linking array into the current array system of the Dark Undead Mushroom, Warren felt a lot more relaxed. After leaving the Lava Square, he did not teleport directly back to the Demon King's Palace as usual, but strolled leisurely along the cobblestone road in the streets.
It was rush hour, and there were few demons on the road. The fruit trees on both sides of the road seemed even more lush and green, and you could pick a plump and juicy peach with just your hand.
"The farming team has done a great job in greening the landscaping," Warren praised. He had never expected that the farming team could achieve such a perfect result in such a short time. "Weren't these fruit trees all saplings when they were in the demonic state? They are now mature and bearing fruit so quickly - maybe we should really pay the dragon clan some wages."
He had read the work report submitted by Barlow. The growth cycle of fruit trees like peaches, apples, and pears in the Demon Realm was not much different from that in the Beast Realm. The reason why the fruit trees on both sides of the streets in the Royal City grew so fast was all thanks to the large amount of magic power of the dragon clan that was poured into the magic circle like it was free, directly ripening these trees artificially.
While observing the condition of the fruit tree, he suddenly saw a demon squatting between the fruit tree and a house next to it. Warren raised his eyebrows slightly, thought about it, and walked over, deliberately making his footsteps louder.
The demon turned around and held an exquisite puppet in his arms. He held a leaf in one hand and a slender feather pen in the other. He was obviously adding decorative details to the puppet's face based on the pattern of the leaf.
He blinked his eyes first, still immersed in the world of art, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. When he saw Warren's appearance, he was stunned for a moment and hurriedly saluted: "Your Majesty!"
Although he had never seen this demon before, looking at his appearance, Warren immediately guessed that this should be the rebellious vampire Chrissie who was obsessed with making exquisite puppets. The puppet bird responsible for delivering snacks during the sports meeting was designed by him.
Warren has always been very tolerant of such a talented demon. He smiled with his eyes bent, "Krissy? The sun is too strong here. You can go to the teahouse over there to make puppets."
Unexpectedly, the devil knew his name. The vampire Chrissy opened his eyes wide, and his face was full of flattery. He hugged the puppet doll, nodded shyly, and explained in a low voice: "I am not here to make puppets. Our clan leader sent the vampires to find me. I am hiding here."
Warren raised his eyebrows slightly.
The vampires were proud of their healing magic and were unwilling to let Chrissy delve into puppet magic, something he had heard the vampire Nicoson talk about.
However, now the clan leaders no longer have the absolute authority they once had over their clansmen. The Demon Palace allows the demons to use their respective strengths, and the order for puppet birds at the sports meeting made Chrissie earn a lot of gold coins. He thought that the vampires had long given up putting pressure on Chrissie, but he didn't expect that they still couldn't accept Chrissie.
"What do they want to see you for?" he asked, his tone light, but there was a hint of hostility in his eyes.
If the vampires dare to openly capture or even force a demon in the royal city, even if that demon is also a vampire, they will be severely punished.
Chrissy lowered her head in embarrassment.
He was not very old, and his pale skin inherited from a vampire was almost transparent in the sunlight. His black curly hair fell on his shoulders, and he looked like a well-behaved and naive child.
"I made a new puppet a few days ago, and was going to work with the art troupe to complete a puppet stage play," he said, his eyes innocent, "but I accidentally left the script in the clinic, and the clan leader happened to see it."
Warren took the phone he handed over curiously and read the puppet character and stage script designed by Chrissy himself.
From his professional perspective as a storyteller, although this script is still a bit immature, the plot is interesting enough. Combined with the exquisite and beautiful puppet dolls, it will easily gain a good reputation in the Demon Realm and may even make puppet performances a popular form of entertainment.
But the problem is that all the villains in this drama are vampires. There are crazy vampire scientists who slaughter demons for experiments, and gloomy vampire murderers who don’t like drinking the blood of monsters and have to kill demons to drink their blood. Finally, there is a vampire with a conscience who is willing to help the protagonist, but he is an undercover fallen angel disguised as a vampire!
Putting down the phone, Warren looked at Chrissy speechlessly, not even knowing what to say for a moment.
This child looks timid, why is he so brave in doing things?
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