◎How do I know how much grass the bull ate!◎
A few months ago, the Blood Wolf Liches, Skeleton Warriors and Stone Giants launched a rebellion.
Not only did the war itself cause uproar among the various races in the Demon Realm, the outcome of the battle also shocked the demons in the Demon Realm.
Both the previous Demon King and the Blood Wolf Clan leader died violent deaths, and the one who finally took over as Demon King was actually a strange demon who took advantage of the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
The Blood Wolf Clan lost their leader, and a battle caused most of the tribe to be damaged. The strange demon tribe also got the Demon King's crown. Fearing that the liches and other tribes would take the opportunity to rebel, they had to hurried back to their tribe. The liches, skeleton warriors and magic stone giants also withdrew.
These big clans fought fiercely and retreated bravely, without even paying a visit to the current Demon King before leaving. It was obvious that they were still resentful and were preparing to declare war again after recuperating in their clan territory.
They were eager to make a comeback, but other small and medium-sized ethnic groups in the Demon Realm were in trouble.
Before the rebellion, several large tribes of the Blood Wolf Clan forced small and medium tribes to hand over food in order to raise military rations, under the pretext of "helping you overthrow the tyrannical Demon King". Fortunately, the Blood Wolf Clan was quite kind and did not take all the food away, leaving them a portion that was barely enough to survive, and comforted them when they left. Once the Blood Wolf Clan leader ascended to the throne of the Demon King, they would not be required to pay tribute in the first year because of their contributions today.
The demons who had lost most of their food were comforted, but they were praying that the Blood Wolf tribe would rebel successfully, and were swept away by the Demon King's army led by the former Demon King. The former Demon King had obviously heard what the Blood Wolf tribe said to these tribes. In addition to killing a tribe that sent troops to help the Blood Wolf tribe as a warning to the monkeys, and taking away all their remaining food, he also said: "I will not accept your tribute next year."
But many demons could not wait until the next year.
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As the saying goes, when the gods fight, the little devils suffer. Most monsters are frightened by the magical fluctuations of war and run as far as they can. Small and medium-sized groups cannot catch prey at all and may even be dragged into the battle.
It was obvious that they had no intention of taking part in this rebellion war, but in the end, the number of their members who died was far greater than that of the Demon King's Army, the Blood Wolf Clan and other large clans combined.
The demons, who had finally survived the war and thought they didn't have to pay tribute, were dumbfounded when they heard that the new demon king was neither the previous demon king nor the leader of the blood wolf tribe.
The Blood Wolf Clan leader and the previous Demon King promised that no tribute would be required in the first year, but the new Demon King did not do so!
But they were almost starving to death, so how could they have the energy to pay tribute to the new Demon King!
In the past, the Demon Kings of the Demon Realm all came from a large clan in the Demon Realm. When a new Demon King took office, the small and medium-sized clans only needed to follow the clues and ask the Demon King about his words to understand the new Demon King's style. However, this Demon King had never been heard of before, and no one knew from which corner he came out.
In addition, there were rumors that the new Demon King was a weak guy who came to power by chance. Many demon soldiers who fled back to their tribes said that the Demon King did not take fighting seriously at all. So the various demon tribes simply turned a deaf ear and dumb, and tacitly agreed not to pay tribute to the new Demon King.
The Slime Tribe originally thought so.
Anyway, everyone is like this. No matter how powerful the new demon king is, he can't kill all the demons, right? They, the slime clan, are definitely not so unlucky to become the chicken that the new demon king uses to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.
Until two days ago, a team of demon soldiers killed the most troublesome demon beast in the Gobi Desert, the Tanmao Beast, with two sword strikes in front of their own people.
After killing the Greedy Beast, the demon soldier didn't even pause. He glanced at the stunned Slime tribe with murderous eyes and warned in a low voice: "I can still cut two more times."
The slime people were so frightened that they burped and turned into a puddle of mud. They ran back in panic and told the tribe leader about it when they returned to their tribe.
The chief immediately realized that the new Demon King was planning to use them to establish his authority, and he was also frightened into a pale mud. He took all the prey that the tribe had managed to collect that night, along with a dozen strong and healthy members of the tribe, and walked for a day and a night to the Demon King's palace, sincerely begging for the Demon King's forgiveness.
After hearing the Slime Chief's plea for mercy, Alec, who was leading the team standing in the hall of the Demon King's Palace with a knife to guard against the Slime Tribe, blinked and moved closer to Arabella:
"They sound like they were talking about me? But I was doing a math problem at the time! It was the one the King gave a few days ago about how many cuts there were after seven cuts and eighteen cuts! I clearly didn't pay any attention to that slime!"
Arabella: “…”
These demons were actually frightened into confessing by Alex who was busy doing math problems?
If they knew the truth, these slimes would probably cry on the spot. She looked towards the center of the hall and saw the slime leader tearfully begging the Demon King not to eat his own people, with a look of sympathy on her face.
"I'm not going to eat you," Warren was helpless when the slimes misunderstood that they were going to eat him. He just asked casually, "I don't eat demons. Stand up."
The Slime Chieftain then stood up, wiping his tears, and stressed: "We have nothing to do with the Warcraft Slime. We are just named this because we turn into soft bodies when frightened. We are not delicious!"
Warren couldn't help but take a closer look at the Slime Chief. Seeing that he looked like a human, he couldn't help but be a little curious about what they would look like when they turned into slime. However, seeing the Slime Chief's frightened and embarrassed expression, he considerately didn't ask.
"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you," he said, smiling a little helplessly, "I am the Demon King, the king who will lead you to live a good life together. I am not an enemy who will not let you live, so there is no need to squeeze your rations."
The Slime Chief raised his head and looked at him blankly. He understood with difficulty for a moment and grasped the key point in disbelief: "You don't need to pay tribute?"
"I am the Demon King, and I command the most elite Demon King army in the Demon Realm," Warren rolled his eyes elegantly, "What makes you think that I need other demons to give me food so that I won't starve to death?"
...Of course, that's because the previous Demon Kings all did this.
The Slime Chieftain was not stupid, and he certainly would not really refute the Demon King. He swallowed his words silently, and when he looked at the Demon King, who looked delicate and beautiful like a succubus and had no aggression, he inexplicably felt that his figure became taller and more majestic.
"Okay, it's not easy for you to carry so much prey and run back and forth. Rest here for a day before going back." Warren clapped his hands and stood up from the throne. "Lil, tell the kitchen at noon to add food for 18 more people."
Lille responded loudly and left the hall respectfully.
The Slime Chief nodded stupidly - he originally thought that he would become the Demon King's lunch, but he actually got to eat lunch with the Demon King. This huge difference in treatment made him feel at a loss for a moment. He didn't even know what to do and just followed the Demon King out mechanically.
The clan leader's brain had stopped functioning, and the slime members who heard the Demon King's words were at a loss as to what to do. They followed their clan leader closely and walked out of the Demon King's palace nervously.
Although the prey they brought was the limit of what the tribe could provide, it was still pitifully small in the eyes of the demon soldiers, and most of it was rotten, obviously having been stored for many days.
Without the order of the Demon King, the demon soldiers did not dare to move. They just piled the prey at the door and had two demon soldiers guard it. The two demon soldiers had nothing to do, so they counted the number of prey clearly and even asked each other questions: "Here are six black rabbits and three sandworms. If you eat two black rabbits and I eat one sandworm, then the question is, how many grasses has the violent bull eaten?"
"How do I know how much grass the bull ate?" Another demon soldier jumped up and down in anger, "Do you know how to ask questions?"
“…”
Hearing the conversation between the two demon soldiers from afar, it seemed that they were discussing how to eat prey. The Slime Chief trembled and tried to glance at the Demon King with his peripheral vision, fearing that the Demon King's furious attack would affect him and his people.
As a result, the Demon King was not angry at all because the demon soldiers discussed how to deal with the prey without permission. Instead, he walked over with his eyes bent, and when the two demon soldiers knelt on one knee to salute him, he patted the demon soldiers on the head and said, "You have learned how to make questions. You deserve praise. Next time, you will make the questions after class. Whoever can't solve them will run around the lava lake."
The demon soldier was excited: "No problem, ah ah ah ah——"
Warren ruthlessly interrupted his chant: "But if more than half of the magic is not made, you will run around the lava lake five times."
Demon Soldier: “Oh?”
He immediately fell silent and began to think deeply.
The Slime Chief had no idea what the Demon King was talking about with the demon soldiers, and he didn't dare to ask. He could only watch in shock as the demon soldiers lined up in two neat teams, shouted "Your Majesty is wise" with great momentum, and ran back to the barracks to continue training.
The hunting team led by Arabella was left behind by the Demon King to patrol the area near the Demon King's Palace. Since Warren planned to talk to the Slime Chief alone and ask him about the current situation of the various tribes in the Demon Realm, a dozen members of the Slime Tribe were also entrusted to them.
Arabella, who has always been smart, was still reliable this time. After a few brief instructions from the Demon King, she understood what he meant. She led the slime tribe to visit their smoked meat processing plant and asked about their tribe on the way.
The slimes were flattered to be treated equally by the powerful demon soldiers. Besides, they had no secrets to hide, so they answered all the questions and were exceptionally honest.
"The food we stored previously was all stolen. The hunting team sacrificed several members before they hunted the sandworms. We couldn't bear to eat them... We moved all of them here this time."
"What do we usually eat? Only members of the hunting team are qualified to eat meat. The rest of the tribe gathers flaming grapes..."
"Grapes?" The demon soldiers all widened their eyes and couldn't help shouting, "Are you talking about sour grapes when you can't eat them?"
The slime tribe member shuddered in fear: "Ah? What's sour? No, not sour?"
"It doesn't matter. It's the fox who said the grapes are sour." The demon soldiers swept away the previous routine and were all enthusiastic, making the slime tribe doubt for a moment whether they really intended to eat them. "Do you know where the grapes are?"
The author has something to say:
When I was writing the Fairy Forest, I set out several kinds of food in great detail, including the Flame Grapes that were specifically for the little foxes. However, I mentioned it at the beginning, but forgot about it later on. The little fox Rick didn’t get to eat the Flame Grapes in the end… Ahem, anyway, what Rick can’t eat, let Warren have a taste (righteous.JPG)
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