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Just as Hardy was preparing to attack the city, the scouts discovered a group of flame imps behind their encirclement, approximately in the east direction.

This surprised Hardy.

Most demons are not engaged in production and are accustomed to hunting.

Given a chance, any living thing could become their food.

Including members of the same race.

Of course, there are a few exceptions.

What's wrong with being a slave? You're still a slave in the devil world anyway.

Hardy was not in a hurry and just watched them quietly.

"Are you making grain ointment?" Hardy asked.

There are about a hundred of them, and they can use fireball.

After saying this, Hardy understood.

After a while, an older Flame Imp said: "We...are...farming here."

"What are you doing here?" Hardy asked calmly, standing in front of them.

With a dozen of them, they could easily kill these flame imps.

Looking at the flame kid kneeling on the ground, Hardy frowned slightly.

The flame kid's eyes burst with joy, and he immediately knelt down, holding the green jelly in his hands, raised it high, and said piously: "We are willing."

But think about it.

+20 satiety.

This process was somewhat difficult for Hardy to accept.

But now, the reconnaissance team actually found a group of flame imps in a small camp north of the city.

It almost feels like a daddy.

I found that although the opponent was old, he was in good spirits, and compared to the flame imp in the devil world, he looked a little... fat!

Hardy nodded with satisfaction, took the Flame Imp back to where he was before, and said to the surrounding scout cavalry: "Take them back one kilometer and keep an eye on them. Remember, they are very important. We all will do the same in the future." Some of the pensions and retirement benefits have to fall on them.”

But... just because he can't accept it doesn't mean that others can't accept it.

The flame kid hurriedly explained: "This world has enough magic power... the food is delicious. The food and ointment are also delicious!"

The little flame devil shook his head: "Don't dare, don't dare. If you have anything you want to know, just ask me."

The flame kid immediately responded: "Yes, this...respected sir."

"Bring some out and show me."

The Headless Horsemen have their own land and their own military organization to protect themselves. They mainly survive by absorbing the energy floating in the air.

In the human world, at least we can have enough to eat and eat well.

The Flame Imp took Hardy to a cave.

In his memory, the grain paste made by the Flame Imp was dark black and smelled very bad.

The flame imps first swallow the magic-containing substance into their stomachs, ferment it for at least three hours, and then spit it out.

Although the Flame Imp is a demonic creature and can use very powerful fireballs, which is fine for scaring civilians, it is useless against these scout cavalry who have followed Hardy in several battles.

During this process, the flame imp's body will absorb part of the magic power and excrete unnecessary substances at the same time. The remaining nutritious substances will be mixed with the magic power, spit out by them, and stored in the same place.

Hardy was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "You let me in?"

Although the processing technology is the same, the raw materials are different, so the finished products are also different.

After the scout team killed more than ten of them, the remaining ninety all knelt down and surrendered.

It can fill the stomach and restore magic points, and the amount is quite large. Although the effect is only one hour, compared to the extremely expensive alchemy potion, this thing is worth it.

"Dear Sir...our anointing field is inside."

Its fur is tinged with silvery white, and the flames on its fur are light blue. It looks like it is old at first glance.

More than a dozen scout cavalry surrounded these flame imps.

He personally doesn't have much hatred towards the Flame Imp.

This flame imp is becoming more and more fluent in human common language.

Then Hardy stood in front of these flame imps.

The cave was very short, and Hardy had to crawl in on his stomach if he wanted to get in.

An area of ​​three hundred square meters is already quite large.

The Flame Imp thought for a moment and said, "It's as big as a hundred tribesmen holding hands and surrounding it."

This flame brat knew very well that with the current conflict between humans and demons, it would be extremely merciful for humans not to kill them after they caught them.

Hardy took a look and smelled the fragrance of the grass and trees, and subconsciously asked: "Isn't this the grain ointment you usually make?"

"Take me to see it."

Because these little guys... are just producers and builders of the demon world.

Tasty value: 7.

Hardy subconsciously touched his chin, and then asked: "You are my captives now. Are you willing to become my slaves and work for me?"

Hardy thought carefully about the flame imp's height and wingspan, then converted it and realized that it was about three hundred square feet.

This thing is very delicious, can fill your stomach, and can restore your magic power. As long as the price is not too expensive, a lot of people are rushing to get it.

In the language system of the Flame Imp, there is no word for farming. It can only be expressed by words that are similar to humans.

Moreover, the flame imps are also architects, and most of the houses in the demon world were built by them.

The flame imp got in and quickly got out again.

Because he had spent a few days in the demon world and knew how this thing was made.

Of course...he won't eat this.

The human world has sufficient magic power and abundant supplies.

For these flame brats, just eating grass can fill their stomachs, and it’s a wonder they don’t gain weight.

And Hardy said to the others: "You continue to watch these little things. If they dare to resist or escape, they will be killed."

For example, succubi are cannibals in another sense.

Green grain paste (fine product)

+130MP/hour.

A group of flame imps were silent, they were just silent out of habit.

In essence, this is a group of civilians with little fighting ability.

Because the flame brats, if you do whatever you want, they will become a big pool.

It seems that the fields here are not big.

But...those are the paste fields of the finished product, considered the essence.

Hardy brought up the system interface, and now he can also 'identify' items in this world.

"How big is the paste field inside?"

Seeing this effect, Hardy was stunned for a moment.

What a good thing.

Hardy seems to have seen a new way to make money.

Hardy looked at the flame imp carefully.

Its hands, which looked like mouse paws, came out holding a ball of paste that looked like green jelly.

The Flame Imp can transform all energy-containing substances into a paste. Although a certain amount of 'energy' will be lost, other races can also eat it.

The old flame kid stood up, but still lowered his head, not daring to look at Hardy.

And...the lowest level in the demon world, but also the only producer, the flame imp.

The human cavalry, who were originally a little disdainful of these flame imps, immediately started to shine with their eyes.

Money... as long as you are a human being, you will like it.