Demon King, you just need to conquer, and your husband will come up with the solution.

Um...what else...

The troll overseer said: "The troll king will only be cruel to the demons he hates, so as long as you work honestly, the troll king will give you a fatherly care. "

After these words were spoken, after a heated discussion among the slaves, they confirmed that the Troll Lord hated the Troll tribe the most.

As for the word "care", which I have never heard of before, it should be a synonym for torture."

"Hahaha~"

When these jokes came out, the first person to laugh was Finia, who was carrying everyone. However, Irons, who was listening, could not laugh.

In the end, he only gave one comment: "It seems that the trolls are quite good at the art of creating suffering..."

Chapter 113

Hungry

The huge body of the dragon circled in the sky, and its iconic shape would naturally be noticed by the migrating refugees on the ground.

But what does it matter? For these refugees, migrating from places like Troll Ridge has exhausted all their energy and consumed almost all their strength.

The journey from Troll Ridge to the Demon King's City is hundreds of kilometers long, and these hundreds of kilometers are an absolute road to death.

Death, hunger, disease, looting, natural disasters... the harsh environment, food shortages, and looting by bandits along the way are constant threats to the lives of these refugees.

At this moment, each of the trolls from Troll Ridge is skinny, except for the two or three meter tall skeleton. From the appearance, one could even suspect that these refugees are actually skeleton demons.

And these troll refugees, for a few moments, might prefer to be a group of skeletons, because at least they wouldn't have to endure the torture of hunger and thirst.

Now, I have almost lost all my strength and can only rely on my instincts in this arid Gobi Desert.

For them, even raising their heads was an extremely strenuous action.

Therefore, even though there was a rare magic dragon flying in the sky, this group of demons, who had only the survival itself left, all lowered their heads and moved towards the direction of the Demon King's City like zombies.

Perhaps out of a trace of pity, Fenya, hovering in the sky, looked at the group of demon refugees below and asked Ains: "Sir Ains, do you want me to land?"

"..." Irons looked down at the demon refugees, nodded, and said, "Let's go down and take a look... By the way, Raphael, prepare the equipment, and we will measure the geographical difference of this area later."

After hearing this, Raphael nodded and responded, "Yes, Sir Ains."

With Ains' permission, Finia gradually slowed down the flapping of her wings, and slowly landed with everyone not far from the group of refugees who were "advancing" towards the Demon King's City.

Finia didn't get too close, because if she did, the airflow caused by her flapping wings would easily blow the refugees to the ground.

As for this group of refugees, they were relying entirely on the stiffness of their body skeletons and the last bit of will to survive to keep moving forward.

Once you fall, there will be no possibility of getting up again.

Regarding the appearance of such a huge monster not far away from them, the behavior of this group of refugees remained exactly the same as before.

Don't pay attention, don't look, don't react.

Because any waste of physical energy caused by any reaction is a gamble on whether you can finally reach the Demon King's Castle.

After getting off Finia's dragon, Irons had changed his clothes.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble caused by his human appearance, Irons once again changed into his classic skin, the young vampire Irons, through the transformation magic he learned from Warden Sofia.

Walking down from behind the dragon and looking closely at the refugees who were moving their bodies stiffly forward bit by bit, Irons realized that these starving people had become unrecognizable from hunger.

He couldn't even imagine how long these starving trolls had been hungry to become so thin.

The painters behind Irons couldn't help shaking their heads in amazement when they saw this. The more kind-hearted painter stepped forward and took out some roasted mochi from his arms to give to the hungry people to fill their stomachs.

However, this behavior was quickly stopped by Irons. The painters were quite puzzled and asked: "Sir Irons, why do you want to stop us from giving them some food? Anyway, we still have enough dry food..."

In response, Irons pointed at the mochi and shook his head, saying, "Feeding them this is like asking for their lives. These refugees have been hungry for a long time, and their stomachs can no longer digest the dry food.

Moreover, let alone digestion, they probably don’t even have the strength to eat. If they even pause for a moment, they will fall to the ground and be unable to get up…”

As he spoke, Irons pointed at the group of refugees who were not even looking at the outsiders and said, "They don't even have the energy to turn around and look at us now."

"Ugh..." After being pointed out by Ains, the faces of the painters turned ugly. Someone asked, "Then... are we just going to watch them move forward like this and do nothing?"

In this regard, Irons said: "That's not the case, but we can't give them this stuff to eat... We need to prepare some food that the hungry people can eat and digest, and set up the pots they bring for picnics.

Then break the reserved dried vermicelli into pieces, add some salt and put it in the pot to cook until the vermicelli is soft enough to drink without chewing. "

Under Ains's command, everyone quickly unloaded the luggage and tools on Zaofinia's back, set up a simple stove, and boiled a simple pot of vermicelli in salt water.

Then, Ains came to the refugees and spoke. Looking at the refugees who looked lifeless, he took a deep breath, activated his magic circuit, and shouted, "Life!"

As he drank the word, although the sound was not sonorous and powerful, everyone present could hear it clearly.

The clarity of the distant scene, regardless of the size of the sound, seemed to be ringing directly next to my ears, as if the meaningless syllables did not come from a human mouth, but from the sky above.

As he shouted, a strange wave spread from Ains' body and gradually affected the last refugee present.

The refugees who were swept by this wave seemed to have their deathly gray faces glowing with life in an instant.

The head that was originally lowered was then slightly raised, and the look in the eyes was no longer just numb, but had a little more clarity.

Finia, who was maintaining her dragon body, looked at everything in front of her in amazement, and was confused. Is this... pure life force? Being able to mobilize life force, is this a prayer technique?

As far as Finia knows, there are only two kinds of spells that can restore the vitality of refugees so quickly and in large quantities.

One is the prayer technique in the human church, which can quickly heal the wounded and sick.

However, the prerequisite for this is that the practitioner must be a church clergyman. Prayer, after all, is actually a small gift bestowed through the clergyman through communication with the Trinity God.

As for the demons living in the God-forsaken land, this small gift from the Trinity God is almost the same as poison. The demons bathed in this gift will not be healed at all, but will suffer immense pain instead.

In addition to prayer, the only other technique that can achieve a similar effect is the healing technique of the elves.

But unfortunately, the life force mobilized by the elves' healing technique also contained hidden agendas, and when used on the demons, it was not suitable and the effect was not good.

As for the demons themselves, spells that have something to do with the force of life are basically concentrated in the inheritance of the succubus clan.

However, when you hear the name succubus, you should all understand that the prerequisite for them to use the life force is to first have a wave of great harmony of life, and they usually absorb other people's life force for their own use, rather than sharing their own life force with others.

Therefore, in the magic system of the Demon Realm, there is no healing technique that can mobilize the force of life.

But at this moment, what Ains did really opened Fenia's eyes. This... this is actually a healing technique that can have a significant effect on the demons!

"Mr. Irons! What did you just use!?"

After using the "life" spell on so many refugees, Ains felt his body weaken a little. Hearing Finia's question, Ains pinched his nose and replied, "Word magic."

"Word magic?"

Finia was confused after hearing this. No, I remember that Word Magic is also considered a kind of divine magic among humans. How could it be used on demons?

"Mr. Irons...are you sure it's word magic?" Finia asked uncertainly.

"Ah, I'm sure. At least that's what was written on the study scroll I was given."

Irons shrugged and replied in a joking tone. He then stopped talking to Finia and walked to the refugees and asked them to eat something to replenish their energy.

Finia stood aside and watched Ains mobilize a group of refugees with just a few words and mingle with them. Her thoughts surged in her heart.

Your Excellency, what is there about you that we don't know?

Chapter 114

I have no way out.

"Suck it...suck it..."

"Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling..."

On the barren Gobi Desert, a group of ragged hungry demons squatted on the ground, wolfing down the vermicelli soup in their bowls.

These hungry people had no idea what was in their bowls, nor did they know why the demons who invited them to eat were so kind to them, a group of refugees.

However, they no longer care. After experiencing countless days and nights of hunger, they now only care about one word: eat.

The rest, they don't care about anything.

The pursuit of filling their stomachs almost surpasses everything, surpassing their concerns for their own safety and their lives. Even if the bowl of mushy soup is poisonous, they will still enjoy it.

Irons looked at the hungry people squatting on the ground. Some of them were wolfing down their food in order to temporarily fill their stomachs, while others were looking at the soup in the bowl, sipping it mouthful by mouthful with great cherishment and intoxication.

Turning my head to look towards the northern horizon, without the advantage of looking down from the sky, the shadow of Troll Ridge is completely invisible on the horizon.

And these refugees can really be said to have traveled all the way from far away places.

This made him couldn't help but sigh, wondering how inhuman the troll king was to force these trolls to starve to death on the road and migrate on foot to the Demon King's City far away with a glimmer of hope.

"Come one by one, don't make trouble. One bowl for each demon. Don't be in a hurry after finishing. There will be a second pot later. Don't fight or grab. If you have a baby, you can get an extra spoonful."

Raphael held a spoon in his hand, stirring the vermicelli soup in the pot and shouting to the hungry people queuing in front of him.

At first, when the hungry people heard that there was food and regained some strength, they rushed towards the vermicelli soup pot like zombies besieging a city, almost causing a violent conflict.

Fortunately, the demon dragon Finia stood by to deter the hungry people, and they quickly became obedient under the pressure of the dragon's might. They lined up in a row.

However, there are always exceptions. Among the refugees in line, a tall green-skinned troll was holding two bowls with a flattering look on his face. He asked Raphael, "Hey, sir, can you give me two bowls?"

Raphael knocked on the pot and said, "I told you, one bowl per person. I'll start the second pot later. If you feel hungry, you have to fill your stomach first.

Lord Ains said that you hungry people have been hungry for too long. Your stomachs cannot hold too much food at once. If you eat too much, you will die of bloating. "

The green-skinned troll quickly explained: "No, no, no, sir, you misunderstood. I want two bowls, not both for myself... Well, well, look there, sir."

As he spoke, the green-skinned demon pointed to a red-skinned troll who was curled up and kneeling on the ground not far behind him, and explained, "That old man can't walk anymore, and he's holding a child. I'm bringing this bowl of food to him."

"Ah... there are children, right?" Raphael nodded upon seeing this, and stopped making things difficult. He prepared two bowls of vermicelli soup for the green-skinned troll in front of him according to the standard.

Seeing that Raphael was so reasonable, the green-skinned troll was overjoyed and grateful: "Oh! You are such a kind person, little devil master! Little devil master, good people will definitely be rewarded!"

Hearing the troll's gratitude, although Raphael tried not to get carried away, he still revealed a little happy expression.

He pouted his lips, shook his head and said, "Don't thank me, I'm just following Lord Ains' orders. If you want to thank someone, thank Lord Ains."

"Ah! Thank you, Master Irons! Master, you will definitely become a big man in the future!" The green-skinned demon immediately turned his head to look at Irons and complimented him.

Raphael muttered speechlessly: "...Lord Ains is already a big shot..."

"Then... Master Ains will definitely be a great man in the future!" The green-skinned troll was not embarrassed. He used his limited vocabulary to send the most simple blessings to Ains.

After hearing this, Irons chuckled and responded, "Then I'll take your words of good fortune, brother troll."

"Hehe~" After hearing Ains' response, the green-skinned troll suddenly laughed and called out to the hungry people around him: "Did you hear that? The master is calling me brother~"

After showing off for a while, the green-skinned troll bent over and asked Ains, "Um, Master Ains, can I ask, are you from the Demon King's City?"

"Yes, I came from the Demon King's Castle."

"Ah! Then, can I ask, how far are we from the Demon King's Castle now? How many days will it take to get there?!"

"It's only a few dozen kilometers away. If you go another dozen kilometers, you may see farmland outside the Demon King's City. There are many farmers growing big-leafed yams there. You can ask them how they settled in the Demon King's City."

Ains pointed in the direction of the Demon King's Castle and spoke to the green-skinned troll.

This was obviously good news. The refugees cheered and were glad that they had finally survived the difficult journey.

The green-skinned troll, with his little self-esteem satisfied, happily walked towards the red-skinned troll who was kneeling on the ground in the distance.

Seeing this, Ains tilted his head. The old troll couldn't walk? That shouldn't be the case. His "life" could input life force into the target's body and replenish their vitality.

Although this kind of life force is only a temporary solution, the energy needed for movement still needs to be supplemented by eating. But it is still no problem for an old man to walk.

Moreover, there are more than one old troll in this team. When the other old trolls heard that there was food, they ran even more flexibly than the young trolls. Why is this one unable to walk?

Irons suspected that there might be some hidden secrets, so he followed the green-skinned troll to observe the situation.

The green-skinned troll came excitedly to the old troll, placed the bowl of soup in front of the old troll, and said, "Old man! There is a way out! There is a way out!

I just asked that old man, we are only a few dozen kilometers away from the Demon King's City! If we can walk for another day or two, we will have accomplished this journey!"

While the green-skinned troll was sharing the good news with the old troll, he was gulping down the vermicelli soup. He didn't know what was in the soup, but he dared to guarantee that it was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten in his life!

The old troll at the side raised his body slightly, revealing the troll baby in his arms. He tremblingly scooped a spoonful of vermicelli soup from the bowl with a spoon and slowly put it to the baby's mouth.

However, when faced with the food in its mouth, the baby did not show any sucking reaction. If you observe more carefully, you will find that the baby not only does not eat, but even stops breathing...

What the old troll was holding in his arms was just a dead baby that had already died.

Seeing the soup flowing out of the dead baby's mouth meaninglessly, the old troll's eyes had no sadness, but were completely empty and lifeless.