When we gave most of our supplies to this lonely werewolf tribe, including three fire-gathering scrolls and ten meat floss bricks, the meat floss bricks were made by Kuz himself from the fine meat of a one-horned bison on the side of the saltwater pond, not to mention that there were only ten pieces, but each meat floss brick contained a lot of salt, and each meat floss brick was made of five kilograms of meat floss. You only need to prepare a large pot of boiling water www.biquge.info use a dagger to divide a whole piece of meat floss bricks into two, take out one of them and put it into the pot, almost no need to cook, the meat floss bricks will melt into the pot, and it will become a thick broth. To be honest, such a pot of broth alone will definitely not fill such an orc tribe with more than two hundred people, but if you throw all the wild vegetable roots and wild vegetables in the hands of the women and children into the pot and boil them together, it is enough to make a pot of delicious vegetable porridge, in fact, this is what we want to do, provide them with meat floss and fire scrolls that can last them for about a week, so that they can safely exit the treacherous northern foot wasteland, even if they go back to their original place to dig potatoes and eat, it is better than waiting here to be eaten by the beasts。

I have to say that this time we took out the materials and gave them away directly, more than half of the reason is that this group of tribal werewolves belongs to the werewolf tribe of Kuz's distant relatives and vassals, and we also saw many orc children who were about the same age as us, they were almost starved to the bone and looked very pitiful, and there was also this reason. I only knew at this time that not all orc children can have such outstanding hunting skills at Kuz's age, and Kuzi is definitely a little genius among orc children.

But if our good intentions turn into trouble, which is the last thing we want to see, it happens.

The werewolves of this beast tribe secretly followed us to the place where we camped, their existence can hide from ordinary people, but they can't hide from hunters with such a legendary talent as "survival instinct", and even the intelligent Catalina senses that something is wrong, I go to ask Kuz, who is depressed and angry and scolds them for being a bunch of bad guys.

We were targeted by a group of refugee-like tribal werewolves, because when we rescued them, the supplies we took out attracted them, and I wondered if this was the so-called wolf's heart and dog lungs?

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

These days, after every night, I have to find a certain amount of time to draw some fire-gathering scrolls and frost scrolls, in this wasteland there is never a shortage of ordinary magical herbs, and Qige has already brought enough other materials before leaving, such as ores and magic crystal powder, so that we can draw these scrolls at will after we have a large amount of magic antelope plum. Not only is my level of drawing scrolls slowly improving, but even my magic recovery skill "Heating" skill has also stepped up to level seven. "Heating" this magic skill is a common magic skill of all major races, although it originated from the old Kuru's side, but once when I chatted with Qi Ge, I found that Miss Qi is also very familiar with this skill, human magicians and orc shamans on the "heating" skill is indeed the same point of view, that is, the magic power in the empty body stimulates the increase in the magic recovery speed, and the repeated depletion of the magic pool or magic core will seriously damage the magic spiritual power, but for a special existence like me without a magic pool, "heating" Magic is like it was made for me, and after the "Heating" skill gave me an additional seventy percent of my mana regeneration, I realized the huge effect of this skill, every time my mana was depleted, it only took a quarter of an hour to quickly recharge, and even faster if I entered meditation.

The biggest feature of the "Heating" skill is that after entering the combat state, such a powerful recovery ability still exists, and it is a state that exists forever without interruption. In this way, my ability to quickly recover my mana gradually showed its true value, that is, although I was in the state of the "Cloak of Shadow", the mist form that I could only maintain for less than a minute would be revealed due to the depletion of my mana, but soon after, I could still dive into the dark night again and turn into the mist form of the shadow.

I stopped Kuz's recklessness, this guy likes to go to the werewolf tribe of more than two hundred people without even figuring out the situation. We weren't sure if they had malicious intent, but it was clear that they were not good at approaching our camp in this way, but when things were to be clarified, I held Kutz's hand on the alloy bow and said to him, "I'll sneak into them and find out what's going on over there, maybe things aren't what we think." ”

"What else? they are all forced to come to our camp, if they are kind, they can obviously come over in a bright and bright way, such sneaky, it is clear that they have evil thoughts, they must be the four of us are rare fat sheep!" said Kutz through gritted teeth.

"If you don't inquire, how will you know the truth? We'll sneak over together in a while, and you can wait for me outside." I said to Kuz.

Kutz asked with some hesitation, "Is it true that your half-'Shadow Cloak' will have a problem?"

"Isn't it at night! they won't find it, and the moon won't even come out tonight, so I'll just hide in the shadows in the corner, and even if I don't have the 'Cloak of Shadows', they're afraid they won't find me easily, don't worry!" I said, putting my arm around Kuz's shoulder.

Before we set off, before night fell, a small group of orcs slowly approached our camp, and at the front walked was a hobbling old werewolf, he was wearing a piece of raw cowhide, holding a dead wooden cane in his hand, and he looked very old with his body on his back, he walked in the front, followed by two young wolf people carrying a stretcher made of a spear and gun, on the stretcher there was also a tall werewolf, his size did not seem to be too light, so the two spears were bent, and with the footsteps trembling, these two wolf young people also carried a scimitar on their waists, such a young warrior in the daytime, we have never seen it。

The old werewolf walked up to us, looked me deeply, and then turned to look at Kuz, and we invited them to sit down on the edge of the campfire. The two young men carefully lowered the stretcher, the strong werewolf lying on the stretcher was still unconscious, there was a large bloody hole in the leather armor on his chest, although there was no blood oozing now, but seeing the sleeping werewolf's face as white as paper, I guess the situation must not be good.

The old orc said to us in orc language: "We have come to the edge of the swamp of death, and the children of the tribe have told me that during the day they have met a group of good Samaritans, and have given them something, delicious meat and precious salt, and some precious magic scrolls. We would like to express our sincerest gratitude to the guests who have come from afar!"

The scorching flames on the scroll boiled the water in the cauldron, and the fresh mutton in it floated with a little oil flower, and the spices were put in abundance, so the taste wafting out of the soup pot was very delicious, and a yellow and fat wild goose was also boiling in the pot, so that the two young werewolves sitting on the side couldn't help but stir the Adam's apple and swallow their saliva.

"I am the Grand Elder of this tribe, Gribaschin. The old orc said, his cloudy eyes filled with a faint sorrow, a sad mood that could not see the future.

Kuzi always puts the emotions in his heart on his face, he does this to his friends, and he wants to do this to his enemies, he looks at this old orc with a cold face at the moment, I am worried that he will hurt people and make things worse, even if this tribe is a member of the Taipan is an old man, a woman and a child, but there will still be some young warriors, and a small team like ours in front of them has a very ridiculous combat power, just like ants shaking a tree.

I asked Caterina to take the wooden bowl, sprinkled a handful of fresh wild vegetables in the bowl, poured half a bowl of broken black bread into the wooden bowl, scooped a spoonful of the delicious hot soup on top, sprinkled a pinch of fine salt and handed it to the old orc, and said in the skillful orc language: "You are welcome, Grand Elder Gribaschin, in the wasteland, this is what we can do!"

"A few days ago, when someone was passing by, they talked about the wasteland, and recently there was a group of young Terran merchants, saying that they would always help some poor orc hunters, I think it should be you!" The old orc took the broth and made a cake, and did not taste it, but stared at Kuz, and at this time, the strong werewolf lying on the stretcher and was seriously injured also barely opened his eyes and looked at Kuz. After the last two men looked at each other, the strong werewolf nodded to the old orc with difficulty.

Kutz was like a memory, frozen there, and after a moment he muttered repeatedly: "Gribaschin, Gribaschin......"

The old orc was a little excited, his hand holding the soup bowl trembled a little, so he handed the soup bowl to the young orc on the side, and then said: "Kuz, have you even forgotten Gribaschin? Five years ago, the high priest of Kuru took you into us, and Geril also took you into the death swamp to play, so scared that we all went into the swamp to find you!"

"Grandpa Gribaschin, you're Grandpa Gribaschin!" Kutz exclaimed excitedly, as if he remembered immediately, "What are you guys ...... How are you, how did you come to the northern foothills, the great famine has affected you?"

"No, no, no, how could it be? You can't eat all the potatoes all over the mountains, how can you venture into the Northern Foothills Wasteland?"

"Is something wrong with the tribe?"

Kuzi asked a lot of questions in a row, and the old orc was also a little excited, looked at Kuzi deeply, and said with satisfaction: "After five years, I didn't expect that the little werewolf was about to become an adult and become an excellent hunter with an alloy bow in his hand, you grew up very quickly, if it weren't for Geril still remembering the mark on your ear, I'm afraid we would have missed it here." ”

Yes, Kuz had a small scar on his left ear, not big, much like a tooth mark. It is said that I was bitten by a very wild little girl when I was a child, and once when we were swimming together in the Xinghu grassland, I found it outside, and I kept asking about it, and I knew the origin of the scar on my ear, and at this time, it was told by the old orc at once.