Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 775 - 448 Entering the Thousand Stone Grotto, the Endurance and Hatred of the Blood-Vein Old Demon, My Loathing for This World, the Human Demon of the Western Lands_2
775: Chapter 448: Entering the Thousand Stone Grotto, the Endurance and Hatred of the Blood-Vein Old Demon, My Loathing for This World, the Human Demon of the Western Lands_2
775 -448: Entering the Thousand Stone Grotto, the Endurance and Hatred of the Blood-Vein Old Demon, My Loathing for This World, the Human Demon of the Western Lands_2
“Hey, old Cyclops, you really shouldn’t say,” I heard from the wise ones in the tribe, “These bizarre Dwarf Demons in the Thousand Stone Grottoes were indeed genuine Demonkin.
Although their blood abilities aren’t strong, they’re the real deal—all part of the Demonkin race.”
“Back when the Thousand Stone Grotto was still a mine, many ordinary Demonkin worked here as miners, along with some prisoners who possessed decent blood abilities.”
“Oh?
How did these things turn into what they are today?”
At this point, the Earless Tiger Head Demon also showed some interest and suddenly asked.
Seeing the captain asking questions, the previously secretive Demonkin didn’t dare to delay and immediately said with a smile:
“It’s all because of the Red Meatic Lichen.
As everyone knows, unless our Demonkin’s Cultivation Body reaches an extremely profound Realm, we still need to supplement some flesh to keep our bodies from deteriorating.”
“At most, those with cultivation in their bodies can endure longer than ordinary Demonkin before their bodies deteriorate.”
“Originally, the noble Demonkin above had planned it all out. frёewebηovel.cѳm
As long as the group of miners and prisoners dug up a set amount of minerals, they could exchange them for some high-quality flesh, or even powerful elixirs, to barely maintain their bodies.”
“But as usual during execution, some of the managers pilfered most of the flesh and elixirs that were supposed to be distributed to the miners and prisoners.”
“Eventually, as the veins gradually exhausted, some mine tunnels outright stopped offering anything and just brought in a vast amount of Red Meatic Lichen to feed them.
It didn’t matter if some died, they’d just replace them.
Not all of them died at once anyway.”
“Those poor devils, both tired and hungry, had to eat Red Meatic Lichen to mine.
If they didn’t mine, did it mean there was no Red Meatic Lichen to chew?
As a result, some smart miners just gave up, excavated various hidden tunnels, and hid deep in the mines without coming out.”
Earless Tiger Demon: “…”
“Continue, what happened next?”
“Heh, don’t rush, boss.
Later, the managers were at a loss.
They dispatched people to raid a few times, and finally, as the veins dried up, they just couldn’t be bothered anymore and sealed the place up, and moved on to dig another tunnel.”
“Those poor devils, after years of eating Red Meatic Lichen, their bodies deteriorated.
Along with multiple breeds of Demonkin trapped in the tunnels interbreeding, a mess of bizarre creatures were born—some died immediately after birth, some looked freakish, and some were dumb as Ferocious Beasts.”
“But they feared being killed and never dared to step out of the tunnels.”
“After eons, they transformed into the Dwarf Demons we see today.
Short, low IQ, gluttonous.”
“However, I must say, Red Meatic Lichen is really something.
The more they eat, the more they grow, the larger the mine gets eroded by them, blending many tunnels into a massive area.”
As this Demonkin recounted, the one-eyed Demonkin raised a different opinion: “Old Black, this doesn’t add up.
I can understand the original Dwarf Demons fearing getting killed and not daring to leave the caves, but why wouldn’t the newly born ones dare to come out?”
“Who should I ask?
Our tribe’s wise one told me so,” replied the Demonkin called Old Black, spreading his hands.
“You…”
“I know.” Overhearing their argument, the Earless Tiger Head Demon revealed a hint of smug pride on his face.
He looked around at his subordinates and then said leisurely, “Have you seen the Ferocious Beast Demon Elephant?
Bursting with immense strength, even Demonkin beginning to unleash their blood abilities could hardly handle one.
However, if you bind a newborn Demon Elephant with a thin iron chain from the start, when they grow up, they still dare not defy that thin chain,
even though they could now easily snap it in two with a minor strain.”
“These Dwarf Demons are like captive little Demon Elephants; their ancestors didn’t dare come out, and with each generation growing dumber, the later ones dared even less.”
“After all, there’s plenty of Red Meatic Lichen, isn’t there?”
With a grin, the Earless Tiger Demon suddenly stood up amid the flattery from the Horde of Demons, kicked over a cauldron in front of him with one foot, “Alright, brothers, we’ve had enough rest and our bellies are filled, let’s move on to the next place.”
As the group of Demonkin soldiers moved out, one ugly head after another popped out like moles from faraway pockmarked holes.
“They left?
Did they really leave?”
Amidst a rustling noise, the first bold Dwarf Demon ran towards the mess left by the Demonkin soldiers, picked up a cracked cauldron, and scurried back into the cave.
With one brave pioneer, the scene quickly turned chaotic, and hundreds of Dwarf Demons swarmed out.
…
…
In the gloomy cave, a tall Dwarf Demon, standing a full one and a half meters tall, gazed complicatedly at the cracked cauldron in front of him.
Inside were some leftover bits of cured and cold stew.
Damn it, there’s even some creature that spat a thick glob of phlegm in there; a large mass of yellow and white mucus was currently floating on the surface.
“Ah, first… Prophet, this… this army pot, yummy, yummy, eat, tastes good~”
Holding a strange Magic Wand, the tall Dwarf Demon’s heart was a mix of emotions as his eyes flickered with a spark of intellect not typical of Dwarf Demons.
