After the initial excitement, Garuda's expression slowly calmed down. The Firedemon had never seen the crimson steel spark of passion under the hammer, nor had he seen the snow melt in the spring of the Northland. At this moment, the mud ball embraced by the flames seemed to have some kind of strange magic, like sparkling steel, like snow and ice that turned into a trickle, but there were some subtle differences. The raging flames kept pumping a steady stream of magic to the mud in the center, and the mud was just a completely unusable material, and the changes given to it by the magic were constantly fading. In this constant repetition, the magic power of the fire demon began to become weak, and the mud ball was as indisputable as a cowardly demon with a low bloodline, and it was never able to get rid of its ordinary fate and transform into a more magical existence.

Realizing this, the fire demon stopped his meaningless efforts, and there was really no shortcut to gaining power. He blamed the failure on his own magic not strong enough, and he had already experienced the wonderful change, but the feeling was like a moon in the mirror, which he couldn't really grasp.

It's not the weak and cowardly demon who was whimsical all day long, but in the face of the temptation of power, he is still as easily shaken as those naïve guys, Garuda thought with self-deprecation.

But he didn't know that the faint change he felt through magic was a rare word of relative meaning that the two Garudas had never heard before—melting and solidifying.

The fire demon picked up the cooling clay pot, and he could easily grasp it with three fingers if he needed two hands to hold it steady. Rubbing the surface blackened by the smoke from the burning branches revealed a yellowish yellowish surface with tiny pores. Steel is rumored to have a jewel-like luster that is not the same. Sure enough, as His Highness expected, he just created a defective product that failed, Garuda shook his head happily, it seemed that the gap between Baro Flame Demon and himself was far farther than he had imagined before.

Livia, who had been directing the cowards to provide combustibles, looked at the frustrated fire demon with some concern, and His Highness seemed to attach great importance to Garuda's mission. But what is happening in front of you...... Has the Firedemon failed?

"How's it going!?" Andre was distracted as he instructed the succubi to tann the ropes, for he had no practice or in-depth knowledge of many ropes that were woven like braids. After all, in his memory, the kind of production process that people had already completely handed over to machinery that was more reliable than human labor, from spinning to weaving, even if he wanted to, it could basically be said that he was unable to do so. On the contrary, he is still more confident in the process that human beings have realized in the Neolithic Age. Therefore, as soon as he saw the stone stove extinguished, the children of the abyss couldn't wait to see the results of the fire demon.

"What's wrong? Is it flawed?" As soon as he took the black test work in the fire demon's hand, Andrei noticed that Garuda was a little lacking in interest.

The jar in my hand has not completely cooled, I don't feel it when I first touch it, but it is a little hot after grabbing it for a long time. Constantly switching between the two hands, one did not hold steady, the naughty jar came out of Andre's grasp, and the embarrassed bending down to remedy it did not work, and the jar fell on the ground overgrown with green grass and rolled twice......

"Your Highness, this is my negligence......" The flame demon's resistance to flames and heat is naturally stronger than ordinary people, and waking up from the low tide of loss, Garuda found that not only did he not succeed in completing His Highness's task, but it was even more unforgivable that he had let His Royal Highness lose his temper so much.

Waving his hand absently, Andre blew on his slightly tingling fingers. Picking up the jar and tapping it lightly on the humble stovetop, there was a low "knock" sound.

With a twinkle in his eyes, the Son of the Abyss played up and down with the black jar in his hand.

"Go to the bamboo forest and get a few bamboo pots, just about the same size as this one. Andre commanded the curious demons around him, "You also go over there, see if there are any open bamboo pots that have not been burned, and take the clean puddle nearby and scoop some water...... Scoop a little more!"

Pacing back and forth anxiously and impatiently, Andrei thought for a moment and commanded again: "You, go over there." The tree was the blackened tree, and a few pieces of charcoal were knocked out of stones. Hurry!"

Not only Garuda and Livia, but also the stupid and stunned cowards next to them seemed to see that the unsightly thing in the hands of the Children of the Abyss did not seem to be as simple as its appearance, and the effect of this thing that seemed to be scorched was related to water?

The first cowardly demon to come back struggled to hold two bamboo tubes that were a little thick for his hands.

"Come on, boil one side completely, and burn a small hole on the other side. André handed the bamboo tube to the Firefiend.

Gathering the few remaining magical powers, Garuda completed the instructions of the Children of the Abyss in a short time. Unlike mortal flames, flames released purely by magic are much hotter than natural flames, but without the support of combustibles, magical flames will be extinguished as soon as they lose their mana supply. Even if the magic flame ignites the entire forest, when the magic is exhausted, the forest fire is just an ordinary ordinary fire, even if it has a monstrous power.

The second cowardly demon who came back had large and small carbon blocks in his hands, and Andre stuffed the charcoal into the bamboo tubes with holes at both ends without saying a word, and after thinking about it, he seemed to feel that it was wrong again, he walked to the nearest big tree and pulled a few leaves, and stuffed them at the end of the hole. Then stuff the charcoal with the entire bamboo tube.

At this time, the cowardly man who scooped the water also returned, and it was quite difficult for him to carry the water in a bamboo tube thicker than his thighs, so he brought a companion to help him carry another tube of water.

"Your Highness, is this enough?"

"Enough is enough, you guys are doing a good job!"

In his left hand, he placed a bamboo tube containing charcoal on top of the clay pot, and in his right hand, he poured a bamboo tube containing water into the charcoal. After a while, the water in the charcoal bamboo tube overflowed. As if feeling that this was very weak, Andre looked around, "You, come and hold it......"

Livia stepped forward as she said, and she watched as His Highness continued to pour water into the bamboo tube in her hand until it was close to overflowing, and then the water level continued to drop, and the sound of running water sounded in the mud pot. The young succubus thought she could probably understand what His Highness was doing, but she didn't understand the special point of letting the water flow through the charcoal and into the jar.

Touching the jar and feeling the faint residual warmth, Andre himself felt a little anxious. It's hard to say what the quality of the first test is, but if there is a crack due to the alternation of hot and cold too violently, it will be a failure.

When the water was half full, he looked carefully at the jar on the stone stove, and after repeated observations, he found no leakage, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Wash the inner wall of the jar with the filtered water in the mud pot, and Andre filled the jar with charcoal again and filtered water.

"Prepare firewood!"

In the loud announcement of the children of the abyss, the surrounding cowards carefully scattered......

As the flames flickered, the demons carefully added dry wood to the fire pit under Andre's instructions.

"Enough is enough, keep this fire going. "Boiling water is not pottery, and it doesn't take much temperature.

Under the scorching gaze of the children of the abyss, the flames in the stone stove writhed like a shy girl...... Until the jar in everyone's sight began to gradually emit white mist.

The first thing that came to Livia's mind was the dark magic that was still churning in front of her Highness, and the two had similar forms. She didn't realize that the "white smoke" was actually the same as the clouds in the sky and the fog and water in the morning. After all, the scope of the latter two is too large, which makes it difficult for the demons who can't understand these natural phenomena to connect them with the water mist in front of them in the first place.

Slowly, the water in the tank began to boil, the white water vapor diffused into the air, and the tumbling bubbles continued to make a pleasant "pop" sound.

Garuda suddenly remembered the time when he had advanced to the Qatar Flame Demon...... It was in that dream that he had seen for the first time another great will of the Demon Realm, the Molten Heart. It was the most important dream of his life, the churning red magma accompanied by the white smoke, and that unique scene is still fresh in his memory!

Is this the true meaning of this jar?A magical item made in imitation of a molten heart!?

I have to say that these demon races, who have never seen liquid boiling, are really a little too far away. But at least it shows that they are not lacking in imagination, but their limited knowledge completely imprisons their intelligence.

André bent down and stared at the flames under the jar as he walked around the stone stove, the cowardice around him making way for the noble son of the abyss, and the young highness once again made sure that the jar was not leaking, and that there was no odious "sizzle" sound from the dripping flames. Finally letting go of a hanging heart, the children of the abyss burst out laughing.

Could it be that this is really an extraordinary thing that secretly fits the level of the will of the world!?

The Fire Demon was suspicious, at least he didn't think there was anything that could make him so happy. What's more, what he is in front of him is a son of the abyss whose horizons are far wider than his!

Even if it was made under the guidance of His Highness, it could not be something extraordinary......

The mud is made by the cowardly demons, and the magic power of the flame is only provided by a mere Qatari fire demon, and the fuel is only some dead branches and leaves, which are completely incompatible with the cherished magic materials!

Garuda kept reminding herself to be calm.

He copied a stick and extinguished the fire. Andre walked briskly around the stone stove, and then walked in a circle, as if he wanted to use some method to speed up the cooling of the boiling water, and was afraid of hurting this "test work" of unknown quality. The Son of the Abyss instantly realized the exact meaning of the word "monkey urgency"!

It's like being in a tourist attraction, when you are in a hurry to excrete, you find that there is a long queue in front of the toilet, which makes you feel painful and pounding your chest!

......

Wow Jaw, like his friends, was attracted by the hearty laughter of His Highness. Curiosity was as uncomfortable as a cat scratching at glass in his heart, but in the absence of an order, his little curiosity was not satisfied at all, and he could only look in the direction of His Highness from time to time while looking for edible mushrooms in the grass.

Could it be that His Highness has mastered the source of the magic of the swamp curse?

Wow Claw has heard of some evil witch doctors in the story, and the legendary ones seem to like to create some magical smoke as well. They have all sorts of unbelievable and unstoppable means that can bring endless disasters to their opponents. If it is such a powerful existence as His Highness, and he has mastered the power of the mysterious swamp, then ...... What should people call His Highness in formal occasions in the future?

"The end of despair in control of destiny"!?

"The source of the unfathomable curse"!?

Whimsical ignorant cowardice, brainless obsessed with the unfathomable power of the children of the abyss. It seems that as long as he follows such a great leader, it won't be long before he becomes stronger and more advanced, becoming a brave and good demon general, with a powerful purgatory horned demon under his command, giving birth to a high-level heir with excellent bloodline, and becoming the protagonist of the legendary story......

"Hehe~~" Wow Paw's appearance was no different from that of most cowards, he was hunched over, his expression was obscene, and he let out a nervous laugh. It's almost as stupid as the ingrained image of cowardice in most people's minds.

At the moment, the cowardly demon probably had only a little resemblance to his great leader - a little excited.