Wow Jaw never imagined that he would have the opportunity to live in the tribe as a cripple.

Cripples are naturally nothing remarkable, but fighters who are affected by their disabilities are usually quickly eliminated in the brutal competition. I have never heard of a tribe rich enough to have the resources to support an idler. If there is any other person who has an equal right to exist in the tribe, it is the mysterious witch doctor, the powerful sorcerer, or the special people who, like the succubus, contribute to the tribe by making objects and being a female "handicap".

What can a crippled coward do?

This should be the common idea of the vast majority of demons in the Demon Realm.

In order to avoid being a burden to the tribe as much as possible, Wajaw insisted on using his seven intact fingers to do some work within his ability, despite his inconvenient legs.

His favorite thing is to sit on the low stone at the entrance of the camp and weave all kinds of ropes, while doing such an easy work, while watching the rest of the tribe keep busy, imagining that the tribe is getting better and better with everyone's efforts, and the cowardly demon feels that there is nothing more pleasant in this world!

What's more, His Highness the Venerable Andrew, whenever he has free time, often comes to the stream at the entrance of the camp to practice his unpredictable dark spells. Sometimes it's a dazzling shadow barrage, sometimes it's a shadow arrow that disappears into the void in an instant, and more often the huge dark magic will gather into tentacles like the tail of a snake demon and make various actions under the mind of His Highness.

His Royal Highness Andre once said to himself, don't give up your efforts because of temporary suffering, as long as you can advance smoothly, for the cowardly demon who was reborn at that time, the suffering in this time is just a little gray embellishment on the road to success in his life.

Always watching His Highness practice spells, Wow Claw felt that one day he would be able to get more inspiration from the great Children of the Abyss.

Using the so-called "successology" to appease a cowardly demon who suffers from gains and losses is simply a simple thing for Andre to accomplish. It's just that the unfathomable spell practice seems to be cowardly, but in fact, the children of the abyss have not explored the new special effects of wonderful spells at all, but they are helplessly repeatedly exercising their ability to shape and control the magic of the shadows.

Andre looked at his status bar a little helplessly, his perception and spirit were a little higher than when he first arrived in this world. These two precious attributes were not obtained by "upgrading" in some way, but rather the windfall he gained in the process of practicing shadow spells. Just like a martial artist who boils his body, his own quality can only be improved through continuous tempering and comprehension. Including the "perception" and "spirit" that make people feel that they cannot be quantified and tested.

During this time, in addition to the two attribute points, Andrei's ability list has added another shadow mastery in addition to the otherworldly knowledge, shadow affinity, and eye of the abyss.

Shadow Mastery (Proficiency): Over and over again, your ability to control the magic of darkness has increased dramatically, and in some ways has even become superior to most Shadow Masters. This control will prevent your vast dark magic from leaking out unconsciously.

Well, at least Andrei's contact results have been able to successfully put away his own magic effects......

The so-called "outstanding" of some conveniences only confirms to the fact that he has achieved almost nothing in others. Comparing his subordinates, Andrei summed up the evaluation system of ability levels from the evaluation of everyone's abilities.

They are Entry, Skilled, Exquisite, Excellent, Excellent, and Extraordinary.

For example, Cowardly Wajaw, who has been keen on weaving lately, has risen from beginner to proficient in making ropes.

Andrei's ability to control the magic of the Shadows may seem unbelievable to others, but the status bar only gives a "proficient" evaluation. The reason for this is that the Children of the Abyss don't think it's complicated, maybe it's because the direct damage ability of the shadow spell he taught himself is too weak!

Not to mention setting a tree on fire in an instant like Garuda, Andrei's shadow spell couldn't even kill an ordinary grass. He had tried many times, and repeated spells would only make the grass become more and more yellow. Maybe a few more days of hard work that small, ill-fated, verdant life can be completely "obliterated" by the children of the abyss, but Andre doesn't want to continue like this anymore. Hone your shadow skills through the life and death of an ordinary grass, this "extraordinary" experience is definitely not suitable for writing into the "resume" of a big man who will become a demon king in the future!

This may be due to the fact that Shadow Magic is not suitable for simple destruction, or it may be due to the fact that plants are not sensitive enough to Shadow Magic. The powerful shadow spell that can make people sleepy, tired, and weak in the mouths of his subordinates seems to be completely inadequate. Onlookers marveled at the "volume" and "flexibility" of the Abyssal Child's mastery of the Shadows, but he felt that these were only superficial things. It doesn't make much sense if his shadow spells are only advantageous over ordinary shadow wizards in that they weaken "ten" or "one" enemies, unless one day he can use his spells to completely powerless a real army, then this ability to control magic does not reflect the superiority of a child of the abyss's transcendent bloodline.

If shadow magic only has such a future, then as an "intellectual" child of the abyss, this combat power is too tragic, right? Unfortunately, his subordinates really have limited knowledge, and they don't know very well in which areas shadow magic has a particularly prominent application.

You must have not grasped the crux of the problem yet, and perhaps you have to start with the other properties of Shadow Magic!?

Andre thumped his chest but still had no clue.

......

While the Children of the Abyss and his subordinates were still worrying about development, far away from the other side of the swamp, Banuma, who had just completed the integration of the clan's forces, came to the edge of the swamp because of a special news.

"Look, my lord. These are the footprints they left behind at that time. I followed their trail for ten miles, because the mire still has all kinds of curses that cannot be prevented...... I really didn't dare to go any deeper. ”

The thought of the two scout corpses tied to the trunks of the trees made the naked provocation tickle the teeth of the newly promoted chieftain, who was already in high spirits.

"Stand at the edge of the swamp to see how long they can stay in the swamp again?

"Yes! ”

But the betrayer's anger was destined to have nowhere to be vented, and the enemy who saw him as having nowhere to run had already lived a peaceful life at sunrise and rest at the other end of the swamp. And his subordinates stationed at the edge of the swamp had not yet discovered the threat of the inexplicable "curse" in this seemingly calm, prolific environment.

......

Dirald crouched on an arm-thick branch, watching the direction of the herd. The hunters of the tribe drove the frightened deer in an organized manner. According to His Highness Andrew, we want to build this land as our home, and we can't simply execute a hunting strategy to kill all the prey around the territory.

The demons cried out loudly, and the frightened prey followed in the footsteps of the stag, and fled feebly from one grove to another. Then, the shouting hunting party will follow the guidance of the Winged Demon and unhurriedly catch the prey again. After repeating this several times, the old, weak, sick and disabled in the deer herd were slowly left behind, and it became the hunter's harvest today. As for this slightly troublesome way of hunting, His Royal Highness said that this was to train those cowardly demons who lacked physical strength, hoping that they would be able to accumulate enough strength in their bodies before they advanced, and at the same time, they also followed the natural law of survival of the fittest in the abyssal will during the hunting process.

It was not known whether the cowardly demons really liked this kind of Lalian Dirad, but just by seeing the enthusiasm and excitement of this group of originally timid and cowardly fellows for hunting, he felt that what His Highness said really contained a profound truth. Some daring creatures will even try to attack their strong, adult prey with bamboo spears...... Seeing all these changes in his eyes, the Winged Demon felt that His Highness was indeed His Highness, and that great wisdom was not something that ordinary people like him could speculate.

The light shined through the lush branches and cast a slightly dazzling spot of light on the membrane wings behind the wings behind the Wing Demon, and Derard, who was accustomed to the warm sun, found this feeling very enjoyable for him, no wonder the ancestors of five hundred years ago desperately wanted to go to that beautiful land. The sky of the other world could only envelop the realm around the mountains in the heavy clouds of the Demon Realm, but the moisture of the sun and rain made the forests around the Shattered Sky Mountain show a vitality that the Demon Realm wilderness could not match. The bright green color that reflects the sunlight often makes the eyes of the Winged Demon with dim vision feel astringent, and even then Dirald can't help but look at the green landscape twice, which makes him feel dazzling.

"Why don't you come down yet?, do you see anything interesting on it again?" said the leader of the hunters, the snake demon Mora, beckoning the winged demon under the tree who sighed for the bountiful land.

Just as he was about to respond, he suddenly felt something pass by at the edge of his vision, under the shade of a tree in the distance. When the Winged Demon tried to look for it more closely, it seemed that he had lost his target.

Maybe it's a fox or something, though the sharp-eyed Winged Demon subconsciously doesn't seem like a small hidden creature like a fox. Examining the shade of the tree again, he thought that perhaps he might have been blinded by the bright sun. Unwilling to dwell on this, Dirald leapt from the branch, flapping his wings blowing away a pile of fallen leaves, and the Winged Demon stood firmly on the soft ground of the forest.

"If we can't return to the tribe before dark, we will be prepared to bear the punishment of His Highness!" the snake demon urged the scout and deputy leader of the team.

Thinking of the extremely difficult days when he was punished for restricting his movements because of the Wow Claws, and being tied to the camp and unable to even stretch his wings, the Winged Demon shrank his neck in fear.

"Then hurry up and clean up your prey and get ready to go back. ”

The two demons who left side by side didn't notice it, just in the shade of the tree that the Winged Demon had carefully observed before. A human figure that seemed to blend into the shadow began to slowly become clear, and from the pair of turquoise eyes containing complex feelings, it could be seen that the owner of the shadow seemed to be a creature with great intelligence.

"He" took a deep look at the direction in which the snake demon and the winged demon had left, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the woods, leaving no trace of anyone else.