It needs to be refreshed, but I've heard of it," Arlette seemed to laugh, "We just call it Purgatory Cherry, and the roasted powder can be used as a potion catalyst. "
"Use such a delicious fruit as a potion catalyst? You humans are such a waste."
The mage accepted the cup of cherries, and before taking it back, he also called the Demon King to wait. A few minutes later, he stretched out his hand from the mirror again, holding the crystal cup just now in his palm, and the cup was stuffed with a brown, small, fluffy, round but somewhat indistinguishable shape.
"Your return gift." He handed this thing to the Demon King, who picked it up and sniffed, the little thing had a sweet smell.
"what is this?"
"It's also something to eat. It's called chocolate cake. I'm probably making it ugly... it's definitely ugly."
The devil doesn't know what a chocolate cake should look like, so there's no way to tell if it's really ugly. He took a bite, and the cake was terribly sweet, not soft enough, and a little burnt in some places.
"Is it difficult to eat?" the Master asked.
"It's unpalatable." The Demon King answered honestly.
Hearing this, the master was not sad, but laughed: "I also think it's very unpalatable. I baked a lot of them, but it didn't seem to be successful. I originally wanted to take it for breakfast, but it was really difficult. Eat, I don't want to eat."
The devil swallowed the whole cake: "Then give me another one."
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Soon after, the magic city army used new magic potions and defensive talismans. The weapons and armor were enchanted by human methods, and the interior of the artillery was also filled with magic oil. The Demon King not only got a new scepter, but also strengthened his armor. The war was imminent. He was busy training troops and getting used to new weapons. He didn't go back to the palace for a while, so he didn't chat with the mage every day.
The demon sorcerer doesn't take the Demon King's army seriously. With the help of the dragon's blood gem, the warlock's power has greatly increased. Now he can set up a raging fire in a radius of hundreds of miles, and can summon thunder and lightning that fills the sky to kill the entire army. The soldiers under him are high-spirited. His eyes were blood red, his muscles were tense, he didn't even wear pants, he was just waiting for the soldiers of the 'Traitor City' army.
Before the battle, the Demon King and the mage Arlette said: "The enemy once said that they would kill all my wives and concubines and rape my soldiers. This greatly reduced the morale of my soldiers. What should I do?"
The Master asked, "Uh... Are they just talking, or are they serious?"
"Seriously, they don't even wear pants."
"Then you also say something, saying that you will castrate their soldiers and rape their commander."
"That's great! But... aren't we going to kill anything?"
"Kill when it's time to kill, but don't say it in advance, let them be tortured alive, let them lose everything... This is more terrible than being killed."
The Demon King thought for a while and thought it was very feasible. He held a meeting with the propaganda department of the magic city. In just a few days, the entire magic cave layer heard about the devil's cruel plan, and the group of demons began to pay close attention to the war, waiting for an unprecedented lower body battle. .
Soon after the war, the two armies seemed to be evenly matched, but both sides knew that each other was just a test, and neither did their best. Finally one day, when the devil warlock led his troops through a pass, the magic city army ambushed them, and the devil himself went out to fight. He rode on the purgatory fire rhinoceros, took up the long spear wrapped in black energy, and sprinted towards the warlock's chariot with all his strength. .
The Demon Warlock mobilized the powerful evocative spells and threw them at the Demon King one by one. To his surprise, the Demon King seemed to suddenly have resistance to spells, whether it was fire, ice, electric shock or strong acid. Nothing can actually hurt the Demon King, at most it can only scorch the ends of his hair and contaminate his armor.
Under the close combat, the Warlock is not the opponent of the Demon King at all. Soon, the demon king removed the scepter from the warlock's hand according to the guidance of the mage Arlette, and put the dragon blood gem on it on his scepter...
"Then I grabbed him, took him by the tail, and lifted him up on the battlefield."
After the victory, the Demon King excitedly told the situation of the battle in the mirror: "As you said, the dragon's blood gem gave our army greater power, we already had your help, and the gem, this time the other But it's broken! Of course, we also lost a lot of soldiers..."
The mage asked hesitantly: "Have you lost a lot? All of them were taken by the other party... What's the matter?"
"No, aren't those words all meant to shake the military's heart," the Demon King smiled and took the Mage's hand, "They've beaten you to the death, who can think of doing those things?"
"You didn't castrate their soldiers either?"
"No, that's too much trouble, you have to come one by one. Unless you have some kind of 'mass castration' or something..."
"There is no such spell." Humans seemed to be amused.
The Demon King continued: "Then the warlock surrendered to me, and I didn't accept it..."
"You raped him?"
"No!" For some reason, the Demon King was a little anxious because of this question. "He is a half-dragon iguana demon. He is too ugly to be tolerated. Whoever rapes him will suffer a loss. No prisoners will be kept in the Purgatory of Hundred Caves, and they will all be beheaded. ."
"Alright," said the mage Arlette, "that way he won't have a chance to hurt your soldiers... and wives and concubines."
"What wife and concubine?"
"Didn't you say that he planned to rape your soldiers and kill all your wives and concubines... In fact, this is a bit strange. In human wars, these two things are usually reversed... "
The Demon King was a little anxious again, and he didn't understand what was there to explain: "'Kill all wives and concubines, rape the soldiers' is just a nice thing to say, if you don't say such a sentence, there will be no feeling of comparison, if there is no comparison It doesn't feel like a formal threat. In fact, I don't have a wife and concubine at all, what did he kill?"
The Master asked, "Why, do the city lords of Purgatory not marry but only keep slaves?"
The Demon King looked blank: "Is slavery and marriage the same thing?"
"Uh, I mean..." Arlette thought for a while, "don't you have a concubine or... a lover?"
"No." The Demon King smiled and looked at the human hand, "Would you like to do this?"
Arlette's arms were very stiff, and he must have been frightened by this sentence. The Demon King continued to ask, "Alette, do you have a concubine or a lover?"
The mage smiled weakly: "How could I have..."
"So, are you someone else's favorite concubine or lover?"
"of course not… "
"Isn't that just right?" said the Demon King, "I think you and I are very suitable for each other. Although not yet... This damn summoning spell can't bring you all over, I can only hold your hand. ."
"Why do you think so? Is this a popular joke in the Hundred Caves of Purgatory?"
The devil answered very seriously: "This is not the way of joking in the purgatory of the hundred caves, but our traditional mate selection standard. Now that the times have progressed, everyone has become more open, and our devils have a variety of ways to choose a lover. ...whereas in the old system, we devils had a special preference when it came to choosing a mate—whoever helped us the most in battle, we regarded that person as our eternal companion, with him or her forever."
Arlette seemed to be in a daze. If he is not in a daze, he is considering this proposal, and the Demon King hopes it is the latter.
After a while, the human said: "But I'm not the one who helped you the most in battle. That person should be your strategist or general or something... Besides, you will definitely encounter countless wars in purgatory, and maybe in the future. other people… "
"How can there be countless wars? In fact, the Hundred Cave Purgatory is very peaceful," the Demon King said. "On average, we have a small war every three to five years, and an average war in the Demon Caves every ten years. All-dimensional battles will only happen once in hundreds of thousands of years!"
"It's a lot already..."
The Demon King held the human's hand with his lower left hand, covered it with his lower right hand, and looked at the mirror with deep affection: "The so-called mate selection standard is just a statement, as you said, who can know which war is The grandest? Who knows what kind of help is most important to me? I'm not the old-fashioned devil who follows the rules, on the contrary, I'm following my heart. So far, except for you Besides, I don't find any creatures cute."
"That's because you didn't see me and didn't know me," Arlette said. "I'm not cute."
"I'll find a way to see you in the future. I really don't know you, but it's okay to take it slow."
"Once you get to know me, you won't have those thoughts anymore."
The Demon King smiled: "You're not me, how do you know what I think?"
"That's the case with a lot of things," Arlette said. "People only see things on the surface, and they're either stereotyped or overly glorified. Once they do get to that stuff, people's perspectives change, and they blame it for it. Something doesn't fit my stereotype."
"Forget it, don't talk about this anymore," the Demon King sighed, "the more we talk, the more serious we are, let's talk a little more lighthearted. You humans always like to complicate simple things, and it's too much for you to think too much. deep."
"Look, isn't that exactly what you think of 'we humans'," Arlette said.
It seemed that they could not get rid of this topic for a while, so the Demon King had no choice but to continue: "Maybe so. The devils have heard since childhood that human beings are meticulous and narrow-minded creatures.