◎Slime crystal mud, great feel!◎
The forbidden plains covered with strange vines have always been a high-risk area that the demons stay away from. However, thousands of years of natural selection have allowed many demons to evolve the ability to adapt to survival here, such as the slime clan that can turn into crystal mud, and the winged demon clan that can emit pheromones that confuse the perception of vines.
Relying on the terrain of the Forbidden Plain, these two ethnic groups have avoided countless racial conflicts and wars in the Demon Realm, but they have always lived cautiously because they know that there is another way to break into the Forbidden Plain safely.
——The blade sank into the bottom of the vines, and the huge vines dozens of meters high were uprooted. The nearby vines retreated one after another, and the leading magic soldiers cleared a space effortlessly.
The slime demon squatting in the vine basket beside the demons looked on in shock. Although he had always known that the demon soldiers were very powerful, he was still shocked by their thunderous momentum and exclaimed in a low voice: "You are so powerful!"
The slime demon just sighed, while the slime chief secretly observing from behind was suspicious of the demon life - why did he feel that the demon king's army was not so strong before? Although it was also arrogant and domineering, it was because there were many demon soldiers and the demon king's overwhelming magic power, not like now, there were only two hundred demon soldiers, but they forced the weird vines to not dare to move forward.
"This is all thanks to the king," the praised magic soldier was very proud, praising his king at every opportunity, "Since the king started training us, my magic power reserves have at least doubled. In the past, many magic soldiers couldn't catch a single Greedy Beast together, but now I can kill several by myself!"
The slime demon gasped and couldn't help but look up at the demon king sitting on the hell horse, his eyes full of awe.
Warren also heard the conversation.
In fact, this matter is far from being as exaggerated as the demon soldiers boasted. Their strength is not weak. It’s just that the previous demon king likes to fully release his magical pressure when hunting and fighting. This kind of magical fluctuation can not only suppress the enemy, but also have an impact on the demon soldiers, so it is difficult for the demon soldiers to exert their true strength.
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In addition, the daily rigorous training and skill summary have enabled the magic soldiers to improve their coordination and magic application skills. Learning magic words and writing them repeatedly have also trained and strengthened their magic power, which has led to such an immediate effect.
However, he had no intention of explaining. Instead, he smiled slightly, as if he had only done a trivial thing. His eyes were distant and calm, and he acted like a strong man.
This time, even the Slime Chief couldn't help but show a look of admiration on his face.
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The demon soldiers, who had already learned a lot of weaving skills, did not waste the cut vines. They packed them all up and took them away, preparing to weave them into vine baskets themselves after returning to the Demon King's Palace, or ask familiar demons to help weave them.
They made rapid progress along the way and soon arrived at the Slime tribe's territory.
Similar to the description of the Slime Chief, their tribe was in a narrow valley, and the entrance was tightly covered by layers of vines. The slime monsters usually turned into mud and passed through the cracks. Occasionally, when they caught prey, they would transport it back to the tribe through tunnels.
This practice is not for the safety of the tribe - living in the forbidden plains is safe enough - but mainly because they can't do anything about these vines. Even if they cut off a few, more vines will climb over, so they can only let them grow.
The demon soldiers quickly cleaned the cave entrance, jumped off their monster mounts, and looked at the slime land curiously.
Many demon soldiers had followed the army of the previous demon king to collect tribute from the slime tribe before, but at that time they did not enter the slime tribe’s territory. Instead, they collected the food and left quickly. This was the first time they came as guests.
What came into view was a clean and spacious stone cave. In the corner was a small pile of thumb-sized black balls. Nearly a hundred slimes stood in the middle of the cave holding stone knives, trembling while mustering up their courage to stand in front of the cubs and elderly tribesmen.
Apparently, the large movements of the demon soldiers cutting down the vines just now made the slime demon think that an enemy was attacking.
The slime chief jumped out of the basket in a hurry. He was worried that his people would be disrespectful to the devil. He was so anxious that he didn't even change into human form. He was still in the shape of mud, stretching and shrinking. It looked very elastic: "Puff! Puff!"
The slimes seemed to relax.
It is their nature that they will turn into mud when frightened. Just now, they were holding themselves up for the sake of their tribesmen, but now that they learned the truth, their emotions were going through the roof and they turned into mud one after another.
Then Warren saw a group of colorful translucent crystal slimes jumping around on the ground, "poofing" each other - he rubbed his fingers, trying to control himself so as not to bend down and pick up a slime and rub it in his hands.
Fortunately, the Slime Chief knew his limits, and he simply appeased his people, changed back into human form, and bowed respectfully to the Demon King: "My King, we will offer you the Flame Grapes for you to taste."
Warren smiled and nodded, looking like a leader coming for inspection, amiable yet dignified.
The demon soldiers were carefree. After getting the permission from the Demon King, they quickly ran away with their slime friends. Only a few demon soldiers were left to guard the Demon King. The slime demon's happy voice could be vaguely heard: "I'll take you to see our tribe's warehouse! All the food for our tribe is stored there!"
...Is a warehouse for storing food something that can be shown to outsiders?
A crack appeared on the Slime Chief's respectful expression.
Warren gave him a somewhat sympathetic look.
Obviously, due to the superior geographical environment, the slime monsters have not had much contact with foreign races, and the few times they were exploited were all flat-out crushing. This has caused them to be particularly naive when dealing with friendly races, and they have a silly and cute feeling of having never been deceived.
Fortunately, the one in front of him was the Demon King. If he wanted to kill them, he could just push them away without any conspiracy. The Slime Chief silently comforted himself and ordered his people to serve the Flame Grapes to the Demon King and the Demon Soldiers for tasting.
Seeing the slimes all turned back into human form, Warren kept smiling and looked around casually. He roughly estimated that there were about three hundred slimes in the entire cave, of which there were more than two hundred young and middle-aged slimes, and the rest were old and young.
Compared to other races in the Demon Realm, the number of old slime demons is considerable. Although the slime tribe has flaming grapes as food reserves, considering the famine caused by the battle between the previous demon king and the blood wolf tribe in the Demon Realm, the fact that they did not abandon their elderly tribesmen during the difficult times is enough to make Warren look up to them.
A translucent silver-white slime, carrying a stone tray full of black balls on its head, jumped in front of Warren.
This is one of the customs of the Slime Tribe. When facing a demon that is much stronger than themselves, they will transform into slime to show their submission.
Warren took the stone plate - he almost couldn't lift it because of its weight - then pretended nothing happened, quickly stuffed the stone plate into the hands of the magic soldier beside him, and took the opportunity to knead the slime.
The silver-white slime suddenly turned pink, twisted around awkwardly, and then rubbed the Demon King's boots cautiously.
This action was obviously a bit over the line. The Slime Chief, who was respectfully introducing the Flame Grapes to the Demon King, almost fell to the ground. Just as he was about to drive away his stupid people, he saw the Demon King smilingly picking up the silver-white crystal mud on the ground and kneading it in his hands.
The slime seemed to be very comfortable being rubbed, and couldn't help but lie flat on the palm of the devil, making a "puff" sound like a sigh of pleasure.
Having finally satisfied his urge to play, Warren reluctantly put the slime down. Seeing the slime rolling deeper into the cave like a drunk, he smiled and began to carefully observe the flaming grapes in the stone plate.
The demon soldiers were already drooling with greed, but the Demon King didn't move, so they all stood there obediently until Warren picked up a flaming grape, then they couldn't wait to take the grapes that the Slime Demon handed to them.
The flaming grapes look like small black balls, which make crisp sounds when they hit each other on the plate. They obviously have an extremely hard shell. However, when you hold it in your hand, the small black ball will instantly ignite, and the hot flame will burn the black ball completely. The only seed left inside will glow brightly and expand into a crystal clear apricot red gem. When you bite it into your mouth, the juice will flow and your mouth will be salivating.
The demon soldier Polly swallowed the flaming grapes in one gulp and shook his long horns happily: "The fox is really a big liar! The grapes are sweet and delicious!"
"Let's talk about the deal," Warren ate a whole Flame Grape elegantly and looked at the Slime Chieftain, "How many pieces of bacon do you think you can get for a basket of Flame Grapes like this?"
The Slime Chief blinked.
"Change, change half a piece?"
He said hesitantly that this time he was not really afraid that the Demon King would turn against him, but he felt in his heart that the Flame Grapes were not worth so much bacon.
After all, it is difficult for the demons to be full with flaming grapes, and it is not like hunting that requires risking their lives. Moreover, although only their tribe can turn into mud to pick flaming grapes, with the terrifying power of the demon king, it is not difficult to overturn the mountain directly. Such a peaceful trade with the slime tribe is essentially taking care of them.
"A whole basket for only half a piece?" The outspoken magic soldier Polly sighed softly, "This is too much of a loss."
After a moment's consideration, Warren also felt that the Slime Chief's offer was too low. He had to make the Slime feel that they had made a profit so that other demons could also come to deal with the Demon Palace. Moreover, the Demon Palace currently had a huge reserve of bacon. Even if all the demon soldiers worked together, it would probably take one or two months to finish eating it.
"How about one basket for two pieces of bacon?" he said, picking up another flaming grape. "The Demon King's Palace can also sell wooden tables, wooden chairs and rock iron pots for cooking. The price is also negotiable. Oh, and the transaction may require a lot of rattan baskets. You can send a few slimes to the Demon King's Palace to learn weaving skills."
The Slime Chieftain's eyes widened in disbelief, and he almost turned to mud again - this time with joy.
He was both generous and kind, even willing to exchange a pot for such delicious meals, and was also willing to teach them weaving skills. The Demon King was really here to do charity!
From today on, they, the Slime Clan, will firmly support the Demon King without wavering!
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