◎The truth behind the genocide of the Winged Demon Clan◎
"Wow, Simba is awesome! I knew he would become the best king of beasts!"
“Do lost companions really become stars?”
"If I were there, I would hang Scar's head on the flagpole!"
The movie ended, but the demons were still immersed in the vast grassland. They all sat in the Lava Square and discussed with each other in low voices.
Some demons raised their heads silently, looking at the starry sky and the bright blood moon. Perhaps they thought of their old friends and their eyes became wet involuntarily.
Warren put away the cards and did not urge the demons. He turned around and prepared to go to the Demon King's Palace. When he passed the edge of the lava square, he saw the winged demon Feiwu hiding in the bushes and wiping his tears.
This winged demon, who is always irritable and proud, doesn't even want other demons to see his sadness. His beautiful wings cover his entire body, making him look like a furry ball.
After a moment's hesitation, Warren walked over and crouched in front of the bushes.
Hearing the noise, Feiwu was startled, quickly ran back a few meters, and shouted: "I'm not crying! You are seeing things!"
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If his eyes weren't red and his voice wasn't choked with sobs, he might have been more impressive.
Warren smiled helplessly: "It's me."
Looking up blankly, Fei Wu was stunned to see the gentle king in front of him. The tears he had managed to hold back suddenly flowed out: "King..."
He originally thought of his tribesmen who died in self-explosion because of what the Lion King Mufasa said, and was afraid that his loss of composure would be seen by other demons, so he secretly hid here to calm down. But when he saw the king, his sadness turned into grievance. Fei Wu wiped his tears, hating himself for not living up to his expectations. Then he felt even more uncomfortable for no reason, and finally cried harder and harder, and the tips of his wings were trembling.
"Let's go," Warren touched his head and said nothing to comfort him, "There are two cups of lava bubble tea warming up in the Demon King's Palace. Now I don't have to worry about not having a demon to drink with me."
He walked slowly, and Feiwu followed behind him, staggering and crying as he flew. They flew to the Demon King's palace in silence. The surging sadness had almost subsided. Thinking about how he had just pulled the Demon King and cried like an immature cub, his face turned red.
"I'm not a crybaby," Feiwu said, sitting on a chair, holding a hot cup of lava slime bubble tea, lowering his head awkwardly, trying to justify himself, "It's just that Simba finally became the Lion King, and I'm a little moved."
In the past, I had only seen fighting and killing. Even though I learned to listen to and tell stories under the king's guidance, these stories were always short and concise like "The Tortoise and the Hare" and "The Fox Who Says the Grapes Are Sour". Suddenly seeing such a magnificent movie with magnificent pictures and complex plot brought Feiwu an indescribable shock and resonance.
Of course, his mind was now filled with the thought of howling in front of the king in an ungraceful manner, and he had no time to reminisce about the movie.
Seeing that the winged demon was almost going to crawl under the table out of shame, Warren kindly gave up the idea of teasing him and smiled slightly: "I was also moved to tears when I watched this movie just now."
Feiwu looked up in shock and looked at his king.
It was actually difficult for him to imagine the king crying, but he couldn't help but picture it in his mind. His tail wagged, and for some reason, he didn't feel that his image of the devil was shattered. Instead, he felt a sense of closeness from the bottom of his heart.
"I just suddenly remembered," he lowered his eyes, his wings dropped to the ground, a relaxed posture that completely gave up defense, "recently, the white apricot fruits in the Forbidden Plains are ripe."
White apricot fruit is the fruit of the strange vines in the forbidden plains. It matures on the same day every year, turning into white sweet fruit when the sun rises, and then falls after the sun sets, turning into invisible ** when it touches the ground.
This sweet fruit only grows at the top of strange vines and matures in a very short time. For millions of years, only the Winged Demons who can fly freely in the Forbidden Forest have discovered its deliciousness.
At this time of year every year, the Winged Demons hold a happy sweet fruit picking event.
Since the sweet fruits cannot touch the ground, they will eat the sweet fruits immediately after picking them, and leave the cores of the sweet fruits. They will compare with each other to see who has eaten more sweet fruits. The winner will get all the cores and put them in the middle of the bowl-shaped stone in the center of the forbidden forest. After the blood moon rises, the cores will turn into fluorescent light and scatter in the air.
That is the beauty that the winged demons treasure in their hearts.
Warren sighed inwardly.
Due to that incident, there were less than a hundred winged demons left in the Winged Demon Clan. Even those who were not cubs were recently adults. Fei Wu, as the chief of the Winged Demon Clan, was the oldest one.
All of his elders and friends were either strangled by vines or exploded in front of him, leaving him all alone to look after a group of children.
In Warren's opinion, the fact that he was able to hold on and even maintained his straightforward and kind character was something worthy of admiration.
"If they could see this, they would be proud of you," Warren said sincerely, "You are a good patriarch."
Feiwu scratched his ears. He felt a little shy when the Demon King praised him like that. "In fact, even if the Winged Demon Tribe hadn't suffered that disaster, if I could meet you, my king, I would definitely bring the Winged Demon Tribe to you immediately. You are the best king I have ever seen. Compared to you, I was just wasting my time as the chief of the Winged Demon Tribe."
Maybe because he cried too hard before, he was a little thirsty, and he gulped down a whole cup of bubble tea.
"I just suddenly remembered that during the rebellion, when the Blood Wolf Tribe came to the Forbidden Plains to force us to pay tribute, it was the season when the white apricots were ripe. After we handed over our prey, we were afraid that the Blood Wolf Tribe would capture us and make us slaves, so we hid in the tribe's land and didn't dare to go out, and we missed the time to pick the white apricots."
He recalled, with a lonely light in his eyes.
"At that time, we were all huddled together in the den, talking about eating a lot of white apricot fruit next year to make up for the two years' share... At that time, none of us thought that we would never be able to eat white apricot fruit again."
Warren listened to him quietly.
The Winged Demon Feiwu, who never reveals his vulnerability to other demons, can only briefly reveal his scarred past now and wait for his bloody wounds to heal slowly beside the Demon King he trusts the most.
After a moment of silence, Warren suddenly realized a serious problem: "You just said that the entire Winged Demon Clan had never eaten white apricot fruit two years ago?"
Feiwu nodded and looked at the Demon King in confusion, not knowing why he asked this: "My King, do you want to try it? I still remember the time when the white apricot fruit matures."
He is no longer the winged demon who was helpless against the strange vines. The happy life and hard training in the Demon King's Palace have greatly improved his magic power. Even if he is thrown into the depths of the forbidden plains, he has the confidence to break through the siege.
"Did you eat white apricots every year?" Warren said seriously, "Is there any year you didn't eat them, or any winged demon that didn't eat them?"
Fei Wu shook his head blankly: "Probably not. On the day when the white apricots are ripe, almost every vine will bear fruit. White apricots are so sweet, everyone loves to eat them--"
Suddenly realizing something, his voice stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, and he looked at the Demon King in shock.
Warren pursed his lips slightly: "You should understand what I mean... Could it be that the white apricot fruit gave the Winged Demons pheromones that can confuse the strange vines?"
When he first learned that the pheromones of the Winged Demons had disappeared, Warren was very worried for a while, fearing that this was a sign that the magic power of the Demon Realm was about to run out. Later, when the same situation did not occur again, he gradually put his mind at ease, but he did not expect that at this time, he would guess the reason why the pheromones of the Winged Demons disappeared.
Fei Wu’s face turned pale.
Obviously, after the Demon King put forward this conjecture, he, who had sufficient knowledge of the Winged Demon Clan and the White Apricot Fruit, realized almost desperately that this was most likely the correct answer.
"My king, I would like to ask for a day off," he said with a pale face. "In three days, the white apricot fruit will be ripe. I must find the truth."
Warren nodded in agreement and rubbed the tip of his wing soothingly. "Don't get excited. This is just a guess. Bring all the magic soldiers in your team. It's a good opportunity for them to taste the white apricot fruit."
Although he knew that the king was worried about him, Feiwu could no longer think deeply. He left the hall in a state of despair, and did not return to the dormitory. He just squatted in the corner of the Demon King's Palace, looking up at the starry sky, and silently shed tears.
In the hall, Warren sighed.
He rubbed his forehead. He also didn't expect that the truth of a dusty old matter would be revealed through the movie "The Lion King". He felt a little sad. Just as he was about to leave the hall, he saw the magic soldier outside knocking on the door and reporting: "My king, Tono wants to see you."
Little lich Tono?
Warren was a little surprised.
Perhaps because of the huge difference in growing environment, this little lich is completely different from his brother. Although he looks innocent and cute, he has a complicated mind.
Warren could see that although Tono respected him, he was mostly wary of him. His strong sense of insecurity and distrust of kind elders made Tono always afraid that the seemingly gentle devil would suddenly turn against him one day. Therefore, except for the time when he came to him for help when he wanted to play the role of a hanged man at the carnival, he always avoided him.
But he was just a cub after all, so Warren would not bother with him about such things. He nodded and let Tono in, and took out a cup of warm lava slime bubble tea from the box with preservation magic next to the throne.
——Since he had the space expansion magic and preservation magic, he stuffed hundreds of cups of magma bubble tea into this box at once.
Tono walked in cautiously, ears bent back, obviously nervous.
After the Demon King gave him a cup of lava slime bubble tea with sweet juice, the little lich seemed to relax a lot. He blinked his round eyes and tried hard to act cute towards the Demon King.
"My king," he tilted his head obediently, "today's movie was so good. It suddenly occurred to me that if we dress up as the little lions Simba, Nala and Rafiki and act out the story like at the carnival, everyone will like it. Do you think it's okay?"
Warren raised his eyebrows.
Last time he was obsessed with playing the role of the hanged ghost, and this time he wants to organize a troupe to play the Lion King together - perhaps this little lich has been pretending to be a naive person in the lich clan for so many years not just because of the situation - he really likes acting!
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