When Minotaur Chief Tory arrived, the battle was already over.
This division located east of the Minotaur Main Tribe was already shattered.
Dozens of injured Minotaurs knelt on the ground, wailing in pain. The houses around remained intact, but the battle-scarred land was riddled with pits, mostly the handiwork of the Minotaurs themselves.
Tory demanded of the Minotaur sentry beside him.
"They just retreated."
The Minotaur sentry felt a mountain of pressure coming over him and hurriedly replied.
"A single pink Minotaur and a Slime completely destroyed my division?"
Tory furrowed his thick brow, looking forward in disbelief.
"Lord Tory, this time it was a proper Slime army. They formed a phalanx and followed orders."
"Are you joking? When did Slimes ever have an army? These creatures have only ever been a nuisance to human villages, with no sense of discipline whatsoever."
Despite saying this, Tory immediately sensed something was amiss.
Ordinarily, Slimes are not very threatening. Although they enjoy living in groups, they have no concept of tribes or cooperation, only gathering together.
If there truly was a Slime army that followed orders, there are only two possibilities.
Either a wise Slime Leader capable of leading has emerged.
Or, it’s the Demon King directing them from behind.
"Settle the injured Minotaurs, report the damage to the division, and inform the elders of other Minotaur divisions to strengthen routine security."
Tory pondered, walking away slowly.
If it’s a Slime Leader, the Minotaur Tribe wouldn’t be too afraid of the Slime Tribe.
But if it’s the latter, then it’s a major issue.
A newly risen Demon King coming here for what purpose; what is the reason for attacking the Minotaur Tribe; does he have a wife now?
These are all matters that need considering.
Minotaur Chief Tory walked back to the main tribe with heavy steps.
How should he respond...
In the evening, as night gradually fell, the sky changed from a bright blue to a dusk-yellow, and a few red clouds lingered at the edge.
On the plains in the southeast of the Aoja Kingdom, the terrain wasn’t just plains; there were swamps in the distance, and patches of small woods appeared on the plains from time to time.
Now, in one of these small woods, the Demon King and others were camping and resting.
Tonight, Shami didn’t plan to return to the Maple Forest Clearing. Instead, he stayed here to complete an important task with the Dragon Race Maiden.
During the daytime battle against the Minotaur division, at the last moment, several Minotaurs rushed out of the sandstorm to tangle with the Slimes.
A squad of 50 Slimes ultimately had 12 injured, but none perished.
This was something worth celebrating.
After teleporting the Slime Squad back to the Maple Forest Clearing, only Shami, the Dragon Race Maiden, the Pink Minotaur, and Jelly remained in the small woods.
Jelly was responsible for patrolling the perimeter, while the other three were inside the woods.
Wisps of white smoke rose above the small woods.
Shami was barbecuing. Although it might reveal their position, he wasn’t worried.
Shami handed the cooked meat to the Dragon Race Maiden who was drooling beside him.
"Didn’t know employee meals were included... I even prepared bread for myself this morning..."
The Dragon Race Maiden trembled as she accepted the meat Shami offered, and as soon as she put it in her mouth, her small face lit up, and she began to munch joyfully.
The purple-haired maiden looked at Shami with sparkling eyes, full of happiness.
Today not only did she need to exert no effort, wandering around as she pleased, but she also got free barbecue after work. This was a dream job!
Dragons are generally carnivorous; Shami simply captured the purple-haired maiden’s appetite and saw her favorability increase from 30 to 35.
He also slowly began to eat the barbecue.
Meanwhile, since the three Demon Envoys were around previously, Shami became accustomed to preparing refreshing drinks while barbecuing. Looking at the supplies in the Demon King Ring, he quickly got to work.
Moreover, since the frequent barbecue companion was the flat-haired girl, who always said, ’Shami, need water,’ ’Shami, want this meat,’ ’Shami, tissue,’ ’Shami, wipe mouth’...
Shami developed a strategy to avoid disruptions during barbecuing.
That was to resolve all potential interruptions before barbecuing.
Nobody was more troublesome than the flat-haired girl during barbecuing.
Thus, Shami planned out possible demands the purple-haired maiden might have, ensuring thorough preparation.
In no time, two cups of iced lemon soda with bubbles were freshly made.
One cup was for himself, the other handed to the purple-haired maiden.
"When I barbecue, I usually don’t let the Demon Envoys eat things dry. I always prepare some drinks for them. This is my personally crafted soda from the Demon King’s Hand. Look at these bubbles, rich in citric acid, perfect for refreshing and quenching thirst."
Elze shyly accepted the soda from Shami.
"By the way, all dipping sauces are here. As for the barbecue, it’s already sorted; just take it and eat. There’s tissue on your right. As for temperature, it should be okay; if not, I can get Frost Slime to help."