It wasn't just about being filled with vigor.
They also unleashed unparalleled creativity and initiative.
Oke simply explained the assembly steps to them, and they quickly grasped the essentials on their own.
After all, they were craftsn among goblins.
They had just never assisted a Mage from school nor had they the extensive knowledge and experience like Oke.
The construction site was bustling with the clanging and banging of activity.
The thod of assembling cannons and constructing artillery positions spread from one to ten, then from ten to a hundred... Soon a thousand "not-so-brave" ones all found their own tasks and got busy on the site.
Seeing that he was no longer needed here, Luo Yan chuckled and said.
"I'll go and get you guys a few roasted goats."
After all, it wasn't his own.
As he was walking toward the livestock pen of the ranch, a few Little Demon herders hiding in the shadows suddenly flew over, grinning obsequiously in front of him, and stamred.
"Sir, let us help you with the roasting."
Luo Yan was slightly taken aback.
"Is that appropriate?"
The "eyes" in the sky were watching, and without even thinking about it, he knew that mbers of the Dragon family were also observing.
They might not mind him, as the Demon King, killing a few sheep, but whether their servants would be as rciful was another question.
The Little Demons snickered.
"No problem at all, we will say you forced us to do it for you!"
"Exactly, exactly!"
"You wouldn't mind, right?"
"Or better yet, take us with you!"
Unexpectedly managing to recruit a few opportunists, Luo Yan laughed heartily and waved his hand.
"Alright, from now on, you all are captured for spying on the guards! Go and start the fire!"
The Little Demons' eyes lit up.
What a great excuse!
"I'll go find so firewood!"
"There are spices in the kitchen, I'll grab them!"
"And the pot! Bring the pot too!"
Watching the Little Demons getting busy, Luo Yan smiled and found a place to sit down.
It seed like he wouldn't even need to lift a finger to roast the whole goat.
...
While Black Wind Valley's battlefield was in full swing with bustling activity, the arena in Demon City was also filled with a noisy, buzzing crowd.
The fierce battle on the fifth floor of the labyrinth was at a stalemate, and it quickly lost the spotlight to the Black Wind Valley.
The host standing on the rostrum was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say... because he truly had no clue what the goblins were up to.
And it seed like the audience didn't need him to speak at all, their loud and incessant chatter had already said everything he hadn't said.
Of course—
This wasn't the most surprising part.
What was truly astonishing was that the Demon King's motivational speech hadn't just stirred the goblins on the field, but even the goblins in the stands as well.
"Not-so-brave!!"
"Not-so-brave!!!"
The goblins born in Demon City were chattering excitedly, their eyes filled with enthusiasm, as if they were standing on that screen, as if they were the not-so-braves themselves.
Due to this group of snotty beings' complete lack of decorum and "foolishness," the surrounding Demons and Demon people cast disdainful glances at them.
"What a bunch of fools."
"They're taking bullshitting seriously."
"Heh... I think the Demon God is too rciful to them."
However, aside from those sour comnts, many Demons looked at the huge pyramid-shaped screen with admiration.
"Worthy of a graduate from the Demon King Academy, he really has a way with words."
"Too bad war isn't about sweet-talking."
"They're constructing fortifications?"
"The attackers building fortifications is quite unusual, do they really plan to lay siege?"
"Are they assembling a catapult?"
"It doesn't quite look like it, it rather resembles the humans' cannons."
Cannons weren't anything unusual, just like humans' muskets, although they posed a certain threat to fortresses, they weren't overwhelmingly powerful.
Usually, only a sufficient number of cannons, through persistent bombardnt over an extended period, could pose a significant threat to a fixed fortress.
And judging from the amount of supplies carried by the red troops, they clearly didn't have that much ammunition.
The judges in the spectators' seats were whispering among each other, pondering whether they had scored this group of goblins too low.
They didn't seem like re cannon fodder.
"What in the world is a 'bad not pull'?"
"Have you heard of it?"
"No..."
In the VIP box at the top of the spectator stands.
Staring intently at the big screen, Caesar Colin's expression grew increasingly admiring.
Unlike the other spectators present.
Being the military minister of the cabinet, he naturally valued different things than other Demons.
Being able to inspire the lowest of goblins to demonstrate a battle resolve no less than that of a regular army in such a short ti!
This guy was talented!
It was a waste to have him command a bunch of goblins!
Caesar, who had fought on the frontlines himself, knew very well that so things could be achieved by magic, while others went beyond the realm of magic.
What he was seeing was clearly not within the domain of magic.
It was faith!
It was unbelievable that he had actually instilled faith in a group of cowardly, feeble goblins!
"He's a human, right?" Caesar suddenly turned to Principal Ai Wen beside him, speaking with a penetrating gaze.
Principal Ai Wen was slightly taken aback, nodding.
"Yes... what about it?"
Caesar smiled and said.
"Nothing much, I was just thinking... whether I should pick a childless mber from the collateral branches of the Colin Family to give him an Initial Embrace."
As soon as he heard this, Principal Ai Wen could barely keep it together, his soul fire flickered.
"Eh, I wouldn't recomnd doing that."
Caesar frowned.
"Why not?"
Principal Ai Wen hemd and hawed for a while before finally squeezing out a half-sentence.
"The people from the Padelich Family have already taken an interest in him... Of course, you don't need to care about their opinions, but I think it better for you to consider it a bit more..."
He wanted to watch an inheritance war, wanted to see a bastard's counterattack, not a family lodrama!
Although Caesar didn't explicitly state it, he understood his forr student all too well.
The man had enjoyed spreading his seed around in his youth; as he aged, he seed not to engage personally, but it was said he'd been busy arranging matters for the younger generation of his clan...
"That might be perfect," Caesar said with a laugh, "He's just a commoner, now with the identity of a mber of a collateral branch of the Colin Family, I believe the Padelich Family would only be happy."
Of course, he had other plans, such as introducing him to his beloved granddaughter, for instance.
Compared to the enchanting demons of the Padelich Family, the Blood Race of the Colin Family seed far more attractive and powerful, no matter how you looked at it.
Seeing right through his intentions, Principal Ai Wen felt sweat was about to break out.
Though ever since he beca a Witch Demon, he hadn't sweated in a very, very long ti...
"I think the person's opinion is very important... You should ask him first, it would be better."
"Of course, forced Cannibal Flower Fruits aren't sweet," Caesar laughed heartily, "hint him for , will you? If he's not interested, that's fine, I won't insist."
Principal Ai Wen was stunned for a mont.
Were those things ever sweet?
Since he turned into a Witch Demon, it had been a very, very long ti since he had tasted the flavor of food.
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