"Boss, from today onwards, you are the king of the king of shrimp in the Alcatraz Islands."

After eating three crayfish and drinking two beers, Tony stood up and looked at McGonagall with an appreciative look on his face, his eyes sparkling as if he were looking at a beautiful girl.

"Huh?" McGonagall frowned slightly, a little wary of Tony's gay's gay gaze.

"I'm Tony Moody, an unknown gourmand who ate the crayfish you made today, and I decided to write a story about you and the crayfish, I wonder if you would like to cooperate a little?" Tony explained with a smile.

Tony is still quite confident in his name, and in the Alcatraz Islands, as long as the restaurants and cuisines he reviews are, they can basically lead a trend, bringing fame and money to the chef and the restaurant.

"Sure enough." McGonagall knew that he was not mistaken, this demon was indeed a food critic, but he didn't have much time and interest to cooperate with his work, and said with a blank face: "My story with crayfish? Will there be any special affection between the executioner and the condemned prisoner? ”

"Uh......" Tony was stunned, it was the first time he had heard of such a novel expression, but when he thought about it carefully, the relationship between a chef who slaughtered and cooked crayfish for a living and crayfish did seem to be like the relationship between an executioner and a condemned prisoner.

"It's not...... I'm wondering why you came up with the idea of cooking crayfish in such a peculiar way, completely subverting the conventions of seafood and making seafood different. For example, this garlic, such as thirteen spices, and this spicy and refreshing Ma Xiao, how these unique ideas were born. Tony shook his head, already realizing that McGonagall had gone astray.

"Maybe you don't know much about seafood, it's just a routine operation." McGonagall glanced at Tony and said indifferently.

"I ......"

Tony choked, as a gourmand who is known as the most seafood-savvy, it was too embarrassing to be told to his face that he didn't know much about seafood.

McGonagall didn't continue to chat with Tony, the crayfish was in the pot, and she walked between the three cauldrons with a large spatula, although she was at ease, but she didn't have much time to chat with the guests.

"Sit down, sit down, in front of the real chef, we have to hold back if we don't accept it." Steve smiled and pressed Tony back to his seat, he couldn't help the smile on his face, as a friend for many years, he knew how stinky Tony was for his title, and today he saw him deflated, and his mood was so cheerful, he couldn't wait to tell those friends immediately.

"At most, he said that I don't understand shrimp, how can I directly say that I don't understand seafood, this is an unreasonable inference." Tony sat down and muttered a little unconvinced.

Before tasting crayfish, the first shrimp in his heart was the king of Phi Phi Phi Island, but the fact is that the crayfish is the real king of shrimp.

But when it comes to other seafood, he doesn't believe that anyone knows more and eats more comprehensively than him.

"Okay, geniuses don't all have their own tempers, I'm having a treat today, we haven't seen each other for more than a year, and we won't get drunk today." Steve smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then raised his hand to beckon Jane over and ordered a few more crayfish and beer.

"That's right." Tony glanced at McGonagall, the demon with a pair of shrimp claws on his head, he was indeed a genius chef, and his whimsical cooking methods and tastes tore a gap in the wall of his understanding of seafood.

"Steve, I think you've saved my career once again, and if I had written about the Roasted Prismatic War Pig's Trotters, I'd probably be branded a liar when those people tasted it for themselves. And writing about crayfish is going to be a classic page in my career......" said Tony, who was in charge of Steve, walking a little staggeringly.

"Let's ...... Who of us is with whom, if you eat something delicious, I will definitely not forget you......"

The alcohol content of beer is not high, but it is much higher than most of the wines in this world, and if you drink too much, you will get drunk as much.

So those demons who sat around drinking and eating crayfish together, after the end of the drinking party, helped each other to leave, laughing and playing, and laughter resounded in the streets.

McGonagall looked at this scene, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and sure enough, no matter where they were, everyone looked like they were eating supper and drinking.

……

"Boss, there seems to be a situation, why is the island burning?"

A simple wooden boat made of large wooden pieces was slowly approaching a small island in the night, and Kiel stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the island, which was lit up in the darkness, what was burning, and the sound of exclamations and fights could be faintly heard.

"It's the Flame Demons, they really discovered our hiding place, we have backed down like this, they still want to kill them all." Sargeras looked at the firelight, his face was also hard to hide his anger, and the thick iron rod of the height of the person was raised above his head, and the lava on the surface of his body began to turn red and flow, and he shouted: "Burning Legion, prepare for battle!" ”

"Wow!"

Dozens of lava demons on the wooden ship responded in unison, and golden-red lava flowed from the cracked ravines of their bodies, as if they were wearing golden-red lava armor in the dark.

The fierce battle spread almost the entire island, and although the lava demons were mostly stationed in the old, weak, sick and disabled, they showed terrifying resilience and tenacious will in the face of the sudden attack of the Flame Demon Clan.

"Kill them for me! How can these inferior lava demons be worthy of being on the same level as our fire demons. A rank 8 Flame Demon Commander stood on a high stone and shouted loudly, the flames burning on his body illuminating his smiling face.

After all these years, the Flame Demon has been besieging and hunting down the Lava Demon, and they have finally found this secret residence in the mist at the edge of the Demon Islands.

The Lava Demon is already weak, I heard that there is not even a sixth-level Lava Demon, and the powerful existence that was once ranked among the top ten demon races is now not even comparable to some weak races, let alone compared to the Flame Demon that is just like the sun in the sky.

So, tonight they are here to completely exterminate the Lava Demon and erase this fire demon race that once surpassed the Flame Demon forever.

"Lava Holy Flame Order, as long as I can find it, my status in the clan will be able to rise to a big level." The commander looked at the lava demons who were struggling but did not have the slightest ability to resist, and the information was really not wrong at all, but it was a weak race that did not even exist at level six.

"My lord, our ship has been burned!"

Just then, a panicked voice rang out from behind the commander.

"Huh?"

The commander was stunned, and turned his head to see that their wooden ship docked in the harbor was actually in flames.

What made his face change even more drastically was the meteorites in the sky that were dragging red tails and smashing at them.