What the seabirds are storing water for, of course, is to extinguish the flames on Du Feng's body. They could see that Du Feng's perverted flight speed and terrifying lethality all came from the pair of fiery wings behind him. As long as the flames are extinguished for him, there is no threat.

What a lot of suction, hundreds of seabirds sucked in together, and saw that the clouds next to them were empty. It's so fat, it's still a little useful, at least the capacity in the stomach is large enough.

Haha, it turns out that birds also have brains. Du Feng did not run away, but stopped in place and looked at them unhurriedly. When they were all full, they accelerated and rushed over. If you want to compete, play with them.

The seabirds also seemed to expect that Du Feng would not run away, and made the final blow as he rushed over. His stomach shrank in, his mouth opened, and a stream of water arrows shot out. More than a hundred water arrows shot towards Du Feng at the same time.

"Silly bird, look for death!"

Du Feng was not in a hurry, avoiding the first few water arrows and rushing into the flock of seabirds. Then let the water arrows shoot on his fire feather wings, and there was no intention of hiding at all. What are you kidding, the fire on the wings of the fire feathers is the fire of the phoenix. It's not pure enough, but it's not something that ordinary water can extinguish. The water contained in a layer of clouds in the sky is, to put it bluntly, the rain that falls below. If the majestic phoenix fire feather is extinguished by the rain, it will be the biggest joke in the world.

"Boom ......"

As expected, after the water arrow hit the wings of the fire feathers, it not only failed to extinguish the flames, but burned even more vigorously. It's like pouring a few cans of gasoline on a burning firewood. Even those water arrows were ignited by the phoenix fire.

"Quack Quack ......"

Many seabirds did not have time to dodge, and were splashed by the flames, and soon their whole bodies were on fire and fell down with a cry of pain. Below is a wasteland between the cities, inhabited by the occasional destitute desolate. The identity of these wastelanders is very embarrassing, they have the appearance of humans, and they have also opened a club. But the strength is very weak, life is very hard, the city can't enter, and the surrounding monsters can't beat it. opened the wisdom, but it was not as comfortable as those brainless demon beasts. At least the demon beast is not afraid of death, and can rush around and eat whatever it encounters.

And most of these demon desolate people are weak animals. Threatened by the surrounding demon beasts, he had to huddle in a small village made of stones, and occasionally caught some weaker animals to eat. Due to years of drought, even nearby trees have died. If there is nothing to eat, they will starve to death.

They were kneeling on the ground begging for rain, and after begging for a while, they looked up at the sky. I just saw several huge objects falling from the sky.

"Poof!

When the seabirds, which had been burned to the ground, fell to the ground, the desolate people were dumbfounded. Such a big and fat seabird, and it has already been roasted. From such a high sky, it fell into their village, and then it was really a holy relic from the heavens to the desolate people.

"Mom, I'm hungry!"

Seeing the roasted seabirds, the desolate people didn't dare to move at first. For they do not know what the will of God is. But the aroma of barbecue that came out was too gluttonous. There was a little girl who couldn't help but say what was going on in her heart.

"Eat, eat this meal when you're full. ”

The little girl's words stimulated the nerves of all the wastelanders. Anyway, they were trapped in the tribe and couldn't get out, and they would rather die of poisoning than starvation. They all pounced on them and ate them with knives one by one. The seabirds were fat and large, each one heavier than a buffalo, and the desolate people enjoyed eating it.

Du Feng chased away the remaining seabirds, gathered his eyes to look down, and happened to see the scene of the desolate people starving. These desolate people of the demon clan, although they are hungry and yellow-skinned. But they have one thing in common, which is that they are very close to humans.

Probably because their orcs are weak, they have always maintained their human form. Although the combat effectiveness is not strong, the degree of anthropomorphism is very high. Those rudimentary spears and bows and arrows should have been tools of their own making. There were also huts and walls, which they also built with their hands. That trembling look didn't look like an irascible demon cultivator, but like a group of human members in distress.

Du Feng suddenly had a strange thought, could it be that the ancestors of the human race had evolved from the demon race? Why did he feel that these desolate people of the demon race were more like ordinary humans. They know how to use tools and know how to cooperate, but they don't have a strong body, let alone the martial arts and combat skills that make them stronger.

Thinking of this, Du Feng cast a spiritual rain decision, and a drizzle fell in the sky. Although it can't solve any big problems, it can at least give the wastelanders in the tribe water to drink during this time. Seeing how many crockpots, water tanks, and other things they have changed on the ground, they should be used to store water.

"It's raining, it's really open-minded. ”

The desolate people fell to their knees and bowed to the sky. What do they really mean, as a demon cultivator, they don't worship their own demon emperor, why should they worship the sky. Although Du Feng was high at the moment, he didn't want to accept their worship, so he spread his wings and flew away quickly. He didn't know what kind of change his actions would bring to the tribesmen. I don't know what I'm doing, I'm already in trouble.

The Demon Emperor has an order, and no one can help those desolate people. Because they are weak, they must suffer. If you can't stand the suffering, then there is only one way to die. Originally, the desolate people of this tribe should almost starve to death today. When they starve to death, the tribe will be overwhelmed by the hordes of monsters. Then there will be a real army of demon cultivators, repelling those demon beasts to occupy this land, and start building a city on a large scale.

The Demon Emperor seems to be trying to protect his reputation, so he never lets his demon generals drive away or slaughter the desolate people, after all, the desolate people are also his people. But it never helps them, and leaves them to fend for themselves. As long as it is dead, the corpse will be eaten by the demon beast, and the place will naturally be vacated.

"What do you say, someone brought them food after the rain rained in the Kaki tribe?"

When the city lord of Sumiao City heard the report of his subordinates, he stood up suddenly, his eyes widened wider than the copper bell. Don't help the wastelanders, this is the order of the Demon Emperor. It's already good that those wastes aren't wiped out, and there are even people who bring them water and food.