◎The winged demons huddled together in a cowardly manner◎
As a medium-sized demon in the Demon Realm, the Winged Demon is not as big and strong as other demons. It is a rare fighting race that advocates pure magical attacks rather than strength competition.
The height of the Winged Demon is only about 70 centimeters, covered with crow feathers, with a pair of purple horns on the top of the head, which complement the bright purple round eyes. They like to spin in circles in the sky, showing off their beautiful wings that are well groomed.
However, this race, whose love of beauty is comparable to that of succubi, now has no intention of taking care of themselves. The fur covered with dust has long lost its original brilliant luster, and they are emaciated and in a miserable state. Their bulging eyes due to their thinness look at the Demon King uneasily, fearing that the Demon King will bear a grudge against them for their mistake just now.
Warren smiled gently and gestured to the demon soldiers behind him. The demon soldiers immediately took action, taking out bacon, potatoes and fresh prey caught during the march from the snakeskin bags behind them, roasting them on the spot into soft food, and then putting them on plates and handing them to the Winged Demons.
The winged demons, who had not eaten for many days, had no time to think about why the Demon King gave them food. They just buried their heads in the food and wolfed it down, fearing that the food in front of them would turn into light and fly away if they were a second late.
They quickly finished the meat on the plate and even licked the bottom of the plate clean. Although they were not full, their physical weakness had been relieved. The winged demons looked up at the Demon King.
The strange vines that once devoured half of their people were now as docile as lambs, lying several meters away from the Demon King's army, not daring to move forward. The experience of hiding in caves and having to dig holes by self-destruction also wore away all the edges of the Proud Wing Clan. In the face of such overwhelming strength, they had no thought of resisting and followed the clan leader, silently waiting for the Demon King's judgment.
Warren jumped off the Hellhorse, bent down and picked up the Winged Tribe leader - he looked small and thin, but surprisingly heavy, as if he was holding a large lead ball - and put him on the Hellhorse's back, then climbed back on the horse.
The other demons followed suit, picking a winged demon to ride with them, and protecting this group of poor wounded demons as they walked towards the Demon King's Palace.
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"Why do I feel this scene is a little familiar?" Polly muttered, scratching his head and thinking for a long time, until the Demon King's Palace was right in front of him, and suddenly slapped his thigh, "Isn't this the first half of the story of the farmer and the snake!"
Other demon soldiers: "..."
Yes, it seems to be true!
The winged demons, who had never heard of this story, looked over blankly.
Demon Soldier Ke couldn't help but pat him on the back of his head: "Fool, how can the Voldemort be the same as the demons!"
"It's a good thing to be vigilant," Warren helped him out. "Today I'm here, so even if something goes wrong I can stop it in time. If you go out hunting or marching alone in the future, you must be cautious when you encounter such a situation."
The demon soldiers nodded in conviction and looked at the Demon King with sparkling eyes.
The king is always so low-key, they almost forgot that with the king in charge, no matter how many conspiracies and tricks there are, they are just paper tigers!
Warren kept his smile perfectly curved, rubbing his head in his heart - he had never considered the possibility that the Winged Demons were pretending to be miserable! This was totally wrong!
The winged demons huddled together in a ball.
Although I didn't understand what the Demon King was saying to the demon soldiers, I still felt it was very scary.
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Back at the Demon King's Palace, the demon soldiers moved several baskets of flaming grapes and the magical beasts they had hunted on the way into the granary. The slimes who came to exchange and learn were assigned to the demon butler Lille, to first learn how to use vines to weave rattan mats for sleeping.
The demons have always prided themselves as the most loyal servants of the Demon King and have always rejected outsiders from interfering in anything related to serving the Demon King. However, when they see the slimes now, they are only filled with excitement - there is nothing they can do, they are too busy!
They were tired in the past, but that was more because of the previous Demon King's capricious mood, who would often torture the familiars for fun. But now, cooking exquisite food takes several times longer, and the number of familiar chefs has doubled, but they still have to work most of the day. The familiars who can weave rattan baskets, chairs and mats have formed a separate weaving workshop. Their current task is to weave a rattan mat for all the demons in the Demon King's Palace to sleep on. Inspired by the Demon King, the familiar tailors are working to design and sew exclusive waiter uniforms for the familiars. The familiars, led by Hu Lu, are busy among the roasted chickens, and the scale of roasted chicken farming is getting bigger and bigger.
In addition, there are tasks such as pickling meat, smoking meat, cultivating potatoes, planting firewood, building wooden sheds and tents, etc. Not only the familiars, but also the magic soldiers and Dark Iron Dwarves are busy.
"So, you came at the right time!" The servant Liel seemed to be complaining about the heavy workload, but his tone and demeanor showed happiness and pride. "The king requires us to sleep and eat on time every day, and to set aside time for rest. Oh, the king values us too much, but how can we not hurry up to complete so much work? The barracks tents of the demon soldiers are almost finished, and we must surpass them and equip all the rattan mats before the tents are built!"
The slime demons nodded one after another, and they understood Lil's feelings very well.
They live in the barren Demon Realm and have been lacking food and clothing since childhood. What worries them most is that they feel powerless. For them, working hard to get enough food is already a luxury, but such a wonderful life is right in front of them!
They came here to learn weaving skills, so they were in high spirits and eager to work hard. They followed Lill in the Demon King's palace with high morale, and they walked around and around until they ended up in the kitchen.
"Let me show you around first," Lil said, handing each of the slimes a bowl of braised pork and egg custard. "This is the latest food developed by our most powerful familiar chef, Siliu. Come and have a try."
The slime monsters carefully took a bite of the egg custard: "!!"
This is so delicious!
The Slime Demon, who had not followed the tribe leader to the Demon Palace before, suddenly understood why the tribe members showed expressions of envy and jealousy when he was chosen by the tribe leader to learn skills.
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Here, the Slime Clan was like a fish in water. Led by their familiar butler, Lil, they quickly got into the work of weaving rattan mats. Within a few days, they had learned the skill well. They sang "Today is a Good Day" with their familiars while basking in the warm sun. They watched with joy and pride as the originally ferocious and terrifying vines were transformed into one rattan mat after another in their hands.
On the other hand, the Winged Demon Clan gradually emerged from the shadow of near genocide.
When the Winged Demons were first brought to the Demon King's Palace, considering their severely depleted bodies and deeply damaged spirits, Warren did not assign them any tasks. Instead, he temporarily arranged them in an empty room in the Demon King's Palace. Except for eating at the open-air restaurant next to the lava lake, they could lie in the room to recuperate at other times.
As a result, early the next morning, the Winged Demon Chief said that they could start working.
"Don't you really need to take a few days off?" Warren hesitated. "I don't mind."
The Winged Demon Chief was very firm: "No, my king, although we no longer have the ability to release confusing pheromones, our magical abilities have not been taken away. We are willing to serve you and fight to the death!"
Without the burden of the tribe's survival, and recovering from his extremely weak predicament, the Winged Demon Chief Fei Wu gradually revealed his stubborn and competitive side.
What Feiwu saw and heard in the Demon King's Palace made him realize that even when the Winged Demon Clan was at its peak, they had never lived such a comfortable life, had never eaten such delicious and magical food, and had never seen such a kind, loving and omnipotent king.
Feiwu thought that even if the Winged Demon Tribe had not suffered this disaster, he might have led his tribe to join the Demon King and participate in the construction of a better new life. That is why, although he was very grateful for the help of the Slime Chief, he still felt that the Slime Tribe made a wrong decision - since they had seen the rise of the Demon King's Palace with their own eyes, how could it be enough to send only a few tribesmen to exchange and learn! If you can't beat them, just join them!
Therefore, before paying a visit to the king, Fei Wu, the leader of the Winged Demon Clan, had already thought of a statement, determined to make the Winged Demon Clan the Demon King's most loyal and useful sharp knife.
However, before he started to speak, the Demon King nodded as soon as he expressed his loyalty: "I originally wanted to give you a few more days to rest. In this case, it's okay to do less work first and slowly adapt."
Among the seventy-three winged demons currently remaining in the winged demon clan, eighteen are cubs, and the youngest one is only seven years old. He can't even fly steadily and is obviously unable to bear heavy physical labor.
The demon soldiers in the Demon King's camp are all strong and young demons due to the cruel system of the previous Demon King and the baptism of several wars. However, there are a few cubs among the familiars and Dark Iron Dwarves. Warren simply marked out a piece of land in the safest area next to the Demon King's Palace, gathered the cubs of various tribes together, and had them taken care of by older familiars. The cubs can also do some tasks such as picking eggs, feeding roasted chickens, and pulling weeds in exchange for snacks.
"The rest of the winged demons will first go to the military camp for training for a period of time," Warren explained his arrangements in a gentle tone, obviously reminding the winged demon leader that he could discuss any problems with him. "I plan to set up a special flying unit in the military camp, which will be mainly responsible for pre-war reconnaissance and liaison work. The number of flying units will be around thirty demons, and the winged demons can participate in the training and selection work."
Although there are many demon soldiers who can fly, most of them need to rely on magic power, and their flying speed and agility are much worse than those of winged demons. Reconnaissance troops like this are obviously taking care of the winged demons.
After all, the demon soldiers all have their own teams and jobs, and joining the flying soldiers is not of much use to them, but for the winged demons who are in urgent need of integrating into the Demon King's Palace, it is undoubtedly a timely help.
Feiwu immediately raised his tail and nodded happily.
"After the concentrated training is over, the remaining winged demons can choose their own jobs," Warren said. Seeing that Feiwu had no objection, he was also relieved. "Do you see the flame tree planted behind the palace? When the flame tree grows up, you can go there to build your nest."
After arranging the destination for the Winged Demons, Warren tapped the table with his fingers, pondered for a moment, and looked up at Feiwu: "One more thing... Why did the confusion pheromones of the Winged Demons suddenly disappear?"
Warren didn't want to mention the sadness of the Winged Demon Chief, but this matter was really worth his serious consideration. The agreement he reached with the card system was to [save the Demon Realm from being shattered], but up to now, he still couldn't figure out why the Demon Realm was shattered, except for its primitiveness and backwardness.
The sudden disappearance of the Winged Demon Clan's abilities may be related to this matter.
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