In the evening, the slanting sun stretched the shadows of the beast girls for a long time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info They lined up in a neat row, carrying heavy baskets along the dirt slope path towards the village, and the baskets were filled with sweet potatoes. Everyone had a smile of joy on their faces, and some of them were even humming a light mountain song. The group of orcs were covered with black mud, they squatted by the stream, untied the water scoop around their waists, scooped up a scoop of water and poured it on top of their heads, and the cool stream washed away the black mud on their bodies, and also made the orcs let out a pleasant silver bell-like laughter.

Even though these beast girls are not extremely beautiful, their skin is not smooth, and they deal with mud all day long, swimming around like big loaches in the quagmire of the swamp, and the mud is wet and dry on Chiguoguo's body, dry and wet, blown by the wind, and even has countless small wounds on the skin. Only the oil refined from the thick fat of the guinea pig in the wilderness can be applied to the skin of the cracks, so that those small cracks can slowly heal.

At this moment, I actually felt that these beast girls who picked sweet potatoes were a group of the most beautiful, they blended into the mountains and waters, like a very beautiful picture, I was like a tourist who inadvertently walked into the picture, standing enviously watching them play by the stream, followed by the sweet smile on their faces, and there was a smile on their faces.

Their figures under the slanting sun are the most beautiful, they are so full of vitality, and they exude the breath of youth. After washing, they will sit on the grass by the stream, stretch out, and enjoy the joy of their leisure time.

"Jia, Azi and the Horsens are waiting for you!" came the shout of Gzhile in the distance, her voice could be stretched so long that I felt it could pierce the col where the entire village of Laitu was located.

"Hey!" I replied, squealing.

The orcs washing by the river. They all looked at me.

The beast girl who had been with me and Kuz for half the night happened to be standing in the stream, bending over to wash a sweet potato the size of her forearm. Hearing my voice, she looked up and flicked her countless pigtails. The braids were also covered with sparkling water droplets. She smiled at me, revealing a mouth full of neat white teeth.

Her stiff leather coat was open, revealing her slender figure, and when she saw me looking at her, she jumped into the stream in shame.

There was a series of laughter all around, and several bold beast girls stood up and ran towards me. The orcs love to joke with me and show me affection, but I don't want to get my clothes wet.

If it weren't for me running away as fast as I could. Probably they'll come and catch me and throw me into the creek. They like to make jokes like that. Beast women are not easy to accept strangers, and they are also afraid of life, but once they believe that someone is their own, then they will be good to someone without scruples, and that kind of goodness is unreserved.

...... Beautiful Dividing Line......

At my repeated requests, Kuz gave up the Fire-Gathering Scroll and instead chose to burn the scraps of wood and build a bonfire. A fat argali, skewered on an iron chisel, is grilled on a fire. Asakusa kept shaking the handle, allowing the argali, to rotate slowly, as evenly as possible. Gřilī crouched beside Asakusa. Holding a small brush, he kept brushing grease on the charred argali, some of which dripped on the charcoal. Immediately, a spark erupted.

Reflecting the scorching firelight, the aroma wafted from the argali. The orcs who were waiting around couldn't help but swallow their saliva one after another.

I set up an iron pot next to it and boiled half a pot of water. Sit on a small wooden pier. Holding a clay pot in his hand, skillfully stirring the juice inside with a wooden spoon, this is the juice of the old soup boiled out of the leg bones of wild boars, I am ready to put it in the iron pot and slowly steam it, my memory, call this thing stuffy, after steaming, let it cool, cut it into two centimeters of small squares, fry it in a frying pan, pour some sesame sauce and spicy oil, garlic juice when it comes out of the pot, and add some coriander, this is the delicacy of my memory.

I always want to use these things to prove something, so that I will not get lost in this other world, and those secrets in my heart will be buried for too long, and they will be erased by the blackboard of time, and the memories on those blackboards will become white chalk dust in the air and drift away.

The charcoal fire was very strong, reflecting my little face, and those who knew me well knew that my strange little ideas were often very reliable, and when I concentrated on cooking, Kuz and Gerille were like two puppies, obediently squatting on the side, waiting patiently for me to make delicious food.

The bonfire party officially began after the sun was under the sun and the last light was swallowed up by the darkness.

In our tribe, there is no shortage of all kinds of beast women, they will come out of their huts very generously, wear the most beautiful leather skirts, and dance around the campfire, if you want to dance with her, she will pull you generously, if you want to drill the tent with her, then you must go through the nod of Kuz. Every beast girl who has lost a man or child will think that she is the property of the leader Kuz, although this novice leader of the tribe will not be rewarded very generously, and there will always be some strange ideas, but this cannot hide the light on him, it is he who has brought new hope to the Laytu tribe.

The orc overseers under Horsens obediently gathered together, they were not going to mingle with the new quarry orcs, as long as they saw the glow of green and seeping thieves in their eyes like evil wolves, the orc overseers knew what these new rookies were thinking.

Looking at the slender thighs and bulging breasts next to the campfire, the desires of those orcs are slowly growing. But they didn't see how these orcs slaughtered those swamp zombies in the ice and snow, they were crazy like a jungle cheetah, and the short spear of the demon antelope horn in their hands could accurately penetrate anyone's heart.

Horsens was surprised that his group of men, who were originally like hungry wolves, in such a short period of less than a month, were as honest as quails, completely devoid of temper, and seemed to be able to enslave those gray dwarf slaves. Nothing has been accomplished.

Although they brought back some corpse residue for themselves, alleviating the fuel crisis in the quarry. But seeing their honest appearance, Horsens was very frustrated. He was now sitting on the mat, holding on to the edge of the table with one hand, on which was a pot of delicious mutton, a stack of delicate wheat cakes more than half a meter high, and the golden millet porridge exuded an attractive sweet smell.

Horsens said earnestly to Kuz: "Your tribe is just too few men, even if these beast women are excellent, they can't become the best warriors, these young women are not wolves in the eyes of men." It's a flock of fat sheep. You two boys actually raise a herd of fat sheep with white flowers like wolves!

He believes that this is caused by the decline of the Raitu tribe, so that the ratio of orcs to men and women is out of balance, which directly causes the men to have no right to speak in the tribe, this trend has slowly moved closer to the white wolf tribe that advocates matrilineal clans, which is despised by every blood wolf orc, and must not be tolerated, is it necessary to let those she-wolves be high?

"Each of them is a very good she-werewolf, a warrior of our Raitu tribe!" Kuz soothed Geril, who was dipped in fire, and with victory after victory. Geril's waist has become straighter, and no matter who she faces, she dares to hold her chest high, no matter where she goes. It's all like an aggressive rooster.

With a wave of his hand, Kuz pointed to the orcs who were happily dancing around the campfire, and said proudly, "Just a few days ago. They've killed thousands of swamp zombies in the wilderness, so let's see our loot!"

He flipped his outgoing hand over as he spoke. He waved upwards at an orc warrior standing on the edge who seemed to have just finished his shift. He was also wearing thick leather armor, carrying three short spears with demon antelope horns on his back, and a miserable white bone scythe hanging from his waist, the handle of the scythe was very feminine with a delicate handle wrapped in red linen, and a delicate bone shield was tied to the arm of his left hand.

These spear-throwers are different from shield warriors, who are concerned with defense at the center, they need to hold up a heavy wall of defense to resist all attacks and charges, all bulky giant shields need to be held on the right hand, and sometimes even say that the shield warrior has to give up his left hand weapon and hold the shield in both hands to defend against enemy attacks. These orc warriors are traditional throwers, their shields are placed in the left hand, the right hand is usually more powerful than the left hand, the right hand needs to throw a short spear, and the free left hand naturally needs to hold a strong shield to defend against enemy attacks.

For these orc warriors, they do need a delicate and light shield. When the orc warrior saw Kuz's summons, her face was calm and she couldn't come over, and when she got closer, she knelt down on one knee in front of him and said, "Chief, you called me?"

Kutz waved her hand to signal her to stand and speak, then pointed to the bone scythe on her waist and said to her, "Let our guests see the new weapon on your waist and tell him that this is your glory!"

The beast female warrior proudly untied the bone scythe on her waist, she raised her hand a little big, and when she turned around to untie the knife, she revealed the spherical round breasts under the hard leather armor, the entire hard leather armor could only defend the front chest and back, and both sides were hastily tied with ropes.

I immediately remembered this beast girl, coincidentally, this was after the battle that night, the most seriously injured beast female warrior was rescued, and the more seriously injured ones had already returned to the arms of the beast god, but she was very lucky After the injury, it happened that Sister Guoguo was beside her, and she released seven "hydrotherapy" in a row to pull her back from the ghost gate, and this wound that almost flowed out of the internal organs was caused by the death sickle.

The orc warrior handed the bone scythe to Horsens, and said proudly, "This is what I took from the death scythe!"

Horsens looked carefully at the bone scythe in his hand, nodded noncommittally, and said continuously: "Not bad!"

Kurtz then asked the female warrior to retreat, and Horsens turned to the orc overseer leader who had come to help us discipline the gray dwarf slaves and asked, "Hey, these orc warriors, can she really slaughter swamp zombies?"

The leader of the orc overseers was munching on a plate of mutton, and when he heard Hosens's question, he hurriedly nodded his head and admitted that it was then that Hosens really believed that these orcs, who seemed to other tribes to be only tools for giving birth, were actually heroic warriors.

Bone scythe, Horsens is not unseen, remember that a big chief of the Taleso tribe in the western wilderness is very fond of bone weapons, and once showed the two bone knives he brought at a party, although it is far more delicate than the one in Horsens's hands now, but the unique blade and the blood-colored lines on the bones are extremely similar, and you can know at a glance that they are the same kind of weapons.

The orc warrior glared back at the orc overseer leader, probably complaining that he was troublesome, according to what Horsens knew about his subordinates in the past, this orc with a tyrannical temper would never be able to bear it, and he might just pull out his knife and fight, even if it was a woman on the other side, he would definitely pull his hair and jerk it.

But Horsens's three views were destroyed again, and his subordinate didn't even dare to fart, as if he hadn't seen it, and turned around to concentrate on dealing with the plate of mutton in front of him.

The stuffy berries were already fried, and the familiar aroma made my index fingers flutter, but unfortunately even in Gurudin, I couldn't find any nuts that resembled the taste of tahini, so I could only drizzle some secret sauces, sprinkle a layer of fine salt, and finally sprinkle a pinch of minced fennel, I personally served a plate for Horsens and Kuz, and then randomly picked up a few stuffy grains and put them on the plates, and handed the remaining pot of stuffy to Geril.

The children of the Raytu tribe, who had just made the long journey from the quarries, were waiting to share the food, and I couldn't do anything about it, so I could leave it to Geril. The eldest sister of the former Laitu tribe has absolute prestige among these children, and after watching those children calm down after a few words from Geril, they lined up like good babies, patiently waiting for Geril to share the meal.

For Kuz, who prefers to eat meat, the taste of stuffy is obviously much worse, he prefers to eat lamb chops with bones, and he can even chew the bones in the lamb chops and swallow them all in his stomach. On the contrary, this guy Horsens ate with relish, nodded and praised me again and again: "I didn't expect Jia Shao to be proficient in cooking, we orcs are not too particular about eating, usually eat barbecue and boiled soup, this way of eating I tried in the Grimm Empire, the chef there can also make pasta into meaty, it's amazing!"

"Haha, listening to what you said, I am also full of yearning for the Grimm Empire, and I must go and see it if I have a chance!" I continued, and Horsens asked in surprise: "It turns out that Jia Shao is not from the Empire!"

I smiled, and then asked Horsens, "Does the owner of Horsens know about this area, where can I get some cornerstones, and our brother wants to build a stone wall around this village to resist the next wave of corpses!"

"You want to build a wall with stones, and enclose all the buildings here, this project is not worth it!" Horsens said in surprise, and then said: "There are so many stones in Yelian Mountain, if you don't want to go to Yelian Mountain, then go to the North Valley, the whole valley is full of giant stones, it is said that the Cyclops excavated the obsidian mine back then, and what was left behind is just too big to be carried! With all due respect, if your brother wants to build a wall, these more than a thousand gray dwarf slaves and a few hundred orc girls alone are not enough!" (To be continued.) )