Pollock is a second-level Marg demon. The Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info is thin and small, and only the fireball art is the bloodline witchcraft, and the Marge clan has neither a strong physique nor excellent witchcraft, so if you want to survive in this cruel abyss, you can only live together in a group to increase the hope of survival.

The long-term gathering life has allowed the Marg family to form a relatively complete tribal system, and there is also a relatively clear tribal division of labor. In fact, it is said that the tribal division of labor is the difference between the formal hunting unit and the cannon fodder unit.

The demon clan does not raise idlers, each demon must have its own value in the tribe, once a demon can not bear his due responsibility in the tribe, then his best way is to escape from the tribe and wander in the wilderness until he becomes the prey of others. If he remained in the tribe, it would be difficult for him to see the sun the next day, as his companions would eat him as dinner. Therefore, every demon in the abyss will be careful not to be seriously injured, not to become severely disabled, because this is almost equivalent to death.

However, gathering together only allowed the Marge clan to avoid being infested by low-level demons such as the second and third levels. In the face of the higher demons, they are nothing more than a bunch of snacks gathered together. The only way to truly protect them from a higher demon is to take refuge in a higher demon.

In the abyss, there are countless large and small forces, led by high demons, or by race or by region. These forces often go to war for a variety of reasons. Of course, the most basic reason for the outbreak of war is food.

That's right, it's food, the demons see each other as food, and if they eat their own kind, their strength will increase. For demons, as long as they get it long enough and eat enough, then one day they will be promoted to a high demon. Bottlenecks and the like don't exist for them.

The High Demons need enough territory as their hunting grounds, and the Low Demons need to manage their territory, and the Earth Demons need the protection of the High Demons, which forms a stable balance. Perhaps sometimes when food is scarce, the High Demons will eat some of their men, but it is safer to be under the protection of the High Demons than to live in precariousness outside.

Recently, a war broke out between Pollock's clan and his neighbor, the level 5 demon Saruka and his neighbor level 6 demon Edith, and their clan was sent to the front line to act as bait in the name of scouting. Grab Edithy's attention.

Although Edith is a sixth-level demon, Edith is a succubus who is not naturally good at fighting, while Saruka is a six-armed snake demon, a natural fighting race, so although she is one level lower than Edith, she is not inferior in battle.

And judging from the recent battlefield situation, it seems that Saruka still has hope of victory, which undoubtedly greatly enhances the hope of Saruka's subordinates to survive, which naturally includes the Margo demons represented by Pollock.

If one side loses the battle between the demon lords, most of the rest will be eaten as trophies, except for a few demons who can return to the new lord. Of course, this is also the main purpose of the demon lords in waging war.

Pollock led a small team of four Margos to walk on the borders of the territory, on the one hand, to check the opponent's movements, and on the other hand, to monitor the opponent to prevent the opponent from escaping.

The demons don't have the spirit of sacrificing their lives, and it's common for them to turn around and run when they see that the situation is not good, and now that Saruka has the advantage, they naturally can't let the meat in their mouths fly. Therefore, the necessary monitoring personnel are still needed.

As he walked, Pollock picked up a fluorescent mushroom from the ground and threw it in his mouth. Chew slowly. Because of their special physiological structure, demons are often in a state of "hunger", and they need enough food to promote the evolution of their body, so they usually eat everything they can see and eat to promote their own evolution.

And the Margs at the bottom of the food chain often can't eat enough, so even the ordinary food of fluorescent mushrooms, which has almost no effect on them, does not let go, if it weren't for the fact that fluorescent mushrooms are as vigorous as weeds on the wizarding continent in the abyss, then the abyss would have been eaten into a barren land by this group of demons.

Pollock patrolled the ground in search of edible fluorescent mushrooms as he followed a set route.

"Oh, there's one, there's another, ah, that one is so big! Oh my God, today must be Pollock's lucky day, and I found so many fluorescent mushrooms. Pollock sighed as he picked up the glowing mushrooms on the ground and threw them into his mouth.

Hey, what's that.

Pollock's gaze saw a huge umbrella cover with a pale green glow revealing behind a piece of fluorescent stone, oh my God, there is such a large fluorescent mushroom, the abyss blesses, it must be rewarded by the god of the abyss to Pollock.

Pollock had never seen such a large fluorescent mushroom, and Pollock turned around and carefully looked at the several Marges following him, and found that they were all picking up fluorescent mushrooms on the ground, and did not find the huge fluorescent mushroom.

Pollock smiled slightly, left the team without a trace, and quietly walked towards the fluorescent stone, little baby, come to Lord Pollock's mouth. Pollock drooled as he walked over to the fluorescent stone.

When Pollock walked to the fluorescent stone and was about to go behind the fluorescent stone to pick the huge fluorescent mushroom, suddenly a sharp bone claw pierced out from the back of the fluorescent stone, and the sharp claw instantly pierced Pollock's throat, making Pollock unable to make a sound, and then, the other bone claw also stretched out, dragging Pollock behind the fluorescent stone. The whole process is very smooth, without a trace of mud and water, as if it has been rehearsed countless times.

The last thing Pollock saw was a reddish abyssal worm with two bony claws. As he was dying, Pollock remembered that he had come out on another mission, to investigate the situation of the patrol that had been disappearing recently.

Did he do it?

Not much, the other party didn't seem to give Pollock too much time to think, the other party bit Pollock's head with a big mouth, and then ate Pollock's corpse in two bites, and then continued to raise the fluorescent mushroom in his hand, waiting for the next target to come to the door.