It wasn't until it was completely dark that the battle came to a complete end. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

We lit the Gathering Fire Scrolls on the mound, and the light of these bonfires could be heard far away at night, so that the orcs who were digging wild vegetables in the wilderness could see the bonfires and gather. Although the gray dwarf robbers did not leave much food behind, their mounts argali, almost all of them were left here, many of them froze to death, and those who were frostbitten were also killed and skinned. This victory cost us more than half of the Frost Scrolls, and the loot was far from the value of the Scrolls themselves, but the victory itself was the biggest reward.

The orcs of the Raitu tribe were happily peeling sheep, and on those palm-sized magic scrolls, a bonfire was constantly swallowing green flames. The orcs set up cauldrons on top of these campfires, and next to each cauldron was an old orc shirtless, holding a sharp knife of deboning, and neatly dismantling the neatly stripped argali. The fine meat is put into the cauldron to cook, and the remaining sheep's heads, bones, and water are piled aside, and the beast girls of the tribe are cleaning the internal organs and the water, which are all good ingredients for making mutton soup, but the amount is a little troublesome. The red flames were reflected on the face of the old orc Gribaschin, who was full of folds and looked at the argali, who had not yet had time to deal with the argali, who had not had time to deal with them, and kept muttering the ancient orc language in his mouth. I wanted to hear it, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

Grile, sitting beside Kuz, told me that it was her grandfather singing carols to allow the sheep spirits that hovered around the battlefield to ascend to heaven. Kuzi lay pale on a wolfskin mattress. He was carried back by the orcs of the Raytu tribe. In the end, he was still injured, and two half-foot-long cuts were cut in his shoulder by sharp claws. The skin is open and the flesh is deep and the bones are visible. If it weren't for the maid Asakusa desperately protecting Kuzi at that time, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to see Kuzi at this time.

Kige frowned. Sitting on the wooden pier on the side, he looked at Kuz helplessly. She held a bottle of bright red healing potion in her hand, and gently shook the potion, the bright red liquid in the bottle constantly rippling with a halo of magic. Stretching out his thumb, he flicked the cork off the bottle, and before the magical aura of the potion could completely dissipate, it quickly poured into Kuz's mouth.

As soon as she had prepared the bottle of healing potion, Miss Qi rubbed her slightly sore shoulders and sat on the wooden pier next to her and refused to leave, as if she was very curious about how Kuzi was injured, just like me. It is said that chasing those gray dwarves who are like lost dogs, even if the combat power is ultimately inferior to the other party, but with Kuzi's excellent talent "survival instinct", he will never be seriously injured. You must know that if these two wounds are half an inch deeper, Kuz's entire shoulder blade and collarbone will be completely scratched off, and even the internal organs will be injured.

For such external injuries, the Terrans deal with them much more delicately than the Orcs. At least the humans in this world have learned first aid and suturing techniques, while the orcs in the tribe prefer to pick some hemostatic grass from the wasteland, mash it directly and apply it to the wound, and it will be done with a hasty bandage. Caterina half-crouched beside Kuz. Carefully stitched Kuz's open skin and flesh slowly with a needle, watching Kuzi grit his teeth and endure it, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. I couldn't help but laugh.

Kutz is a kid who is not afraid of pain, he is just afraid of needles. Seeing him cowering, even Katerina couldn't help but want to laugh. Injuries of this magnitude. If you say that it is not heavy, it is not light, and it is destined to suffer a lot of flesh and skin. I didn't think that the maid next to him, Asakusa, was actually a formal orc warrior, and she was always silent when she looked at her, but she didn't think she was quite powerful.

I asked the maid on the side, Asakusa, "How did those gray dwarves hurt him?"

"A group of harpies rescued the leader of the gray dwarves!" the maid Asakusa stared at the jet-black stick in her hand, a heavy stick I had seen that could shatter the hard skull of an argali. "I broke the thigh of a harpy with a stick, and they hold a grudge and may come back to trouble us!"

Kig said unceremoniously, "Let them come! I want to see if their feathers will burn when they encounter a flame!"

Harpys are fierce beasts with human heads and eagle bodies, they are unusually cunning and lustful in nature. It's very timid.,There's a pair of wings on its back.,Like to live on cliffs.,Often hunt lone orcs on the wasteland.。 I've heard old Kuru say that on the Pai Plateau, this kind of depraved demon and beast hybrid, their community is a matriarchal tribe like the hell spiders, they like to hunt and eat strong orcs, and the tribal elders have long been unable to issue a bounty for the encirclement of the harpy.

For a long time, the living space of the harpy on the Pai Plateau has become smaller and smaller, and many high-level hunters prefer to hunt this fierce beast with demon blood, although the demon aura on their body is already very weak, but their blood is still a very precious alchemy material.

At this time, I suddenly remembered what the beast girl had reminded the female warrior of the Laytu tribe last night: danger does not come from the grass, but from the heavens. It seems that the rumored Harpy really exists in this area, and the most important thing is that they injured Kuz, rescued the gray dwarf leader, and also let Miss Qi know that the blood on the Harpy is the main ingredient for refining the Potion of Madness, this material is hard to buy in magic potions, and the Harpy is so scarce that the demand far exceeds the supply.

Qige had already said in the northern wasteland that if she had the chance, she wanted to hunt a few harpys, gather a bottle of harpy blood, and bring it back to the teacher that Grimm had given to her. Now, a group of harpies has suddenly appeared, and our path forward is full of unknowns.

If it weren't for Kuz's injury, I wouldn't want to mess with those guys. If I had known in advance that there was a Harpy on Nightwolf Cliff, I would have preferred to stick to the edge of Nightwolf Cliff and go around it. Those guys are cruel and cunning, and once they fly into the sky, we can't deal with them at all. So we have to think of a solution to this problem, and we have to think about it.

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

Once again, the bonfire attracted the orcs fleeing from afar, as they brought with them the food they had dug up. They came from far and wide, and they were all stunned by the sight in front of them. They saw a mountain of gray dwarves in the distance. Their pale faces still had a temporary moment of horror. At this time, the entire earthen hill was brightly lit, and the pile of dwarven scale armor and neatly placed weapons were showing the fierce combat power of the tribe in front of them. Every orc who saw these sights. When facing the orc warriors of the Raytu tribe, their hearts will be filled with awe. There were constantly orcs fleeing in the wilderness, attracted by the firelight, until it was already dark, and there were more than a hundred or so orcs gathered at the bottom of the hill.

More than a dozen large iron pots were boiling water, the soup was floating with milky white oil, the mutton was tumbling back and forth in the pot, and the fragrance of the broth drifted far away along the night breeze.

The orcs who rushed over to beg for a living in the wasteland saw the acre in front of them, and some did not dare to step forward. The aroma of lamb wafting down from the dirt slope. Let these orcs who have not been stained with meat for too long can't help but swallow their saliva, and among the beasts who fled the wilderness, there is a five- or six-year-old little werewolf girl with a yellow face and thin muscles, pulling the female orc's leather vest and asking her mother pitifully: "Grandma, what does it smell so fragrant!"

The old orc Gribaschen walked into the crowd with crutches and gently pressed the sturdy shoulders of a wolf orc girl with his large withered hand, although the orc girl looked a little thin, but she was tall, with broad shoulders and long arms. The leather package behind her was also filled with all kinds of wild vegetables, and behind her was the little orc girl who had just spoken. The orc girl didn't dodge Gribachin's big hand, but just stared at Gribastian with some wariness, and Gribastian nodded in satisfaction. Patting the beast girl on the cheek, the wrinkles on her face smiled like a wilted chrysanthemum, and he said with a pleasant face, "I'm going to hire you to help me with the work." Can't rest all night tonight, look at these ......"

The old orc pointed to the entrails of argali, which were piled up on the ground. The blood gathered into a small river and flowed down the slope.

"It's all something that needs to be dealt with. Wash it clean enough with water and put it together, yes, just like they did. Finally, put it in a pot and cook it, you don't need to do it!" The old orc looked up at the tall female orc, and continued: "Every time you dispose of a pair of water, this lung will belong to you, and this will be your salary. But wait until we cook all the meat before the pot can lend you your own food, don't worry about the campfire, these are magic flames, we don't lack them!"

"Would you like to do it?" asked the old orc.

I'm afraid this is the most beautiful sentence this beast girl has heard this year, she hurriedly nodded and said, "I do it, I am willing to do it!"

"Go over there and wait, I'm picking a few capable ones!" Gribaschen waved at the orc, motioning for her to step aside.

The orc girl pulled the little orc girl and was about to walk over, but Gribaschen stopped the two people with a cane and stared at the little orc girl for a long time, without words. The beast girl's face changed slightly, but she still held the little orc girl with her hand. Gribaschin frowned and said, "This little girl is too young to do much work, and I won't pay her for it!

The orc girl nodded hurriedly, pulled the little girl aside, and this time Gribschen did not stop her.

Hearing the old orc Gribaschen say this, some people began to stir up among the orcs, after all, such good things are rare. Gribaschen picked and chose through the crowd, and it took him a long time to pick out the two dozen orcs who looked cleaner and let them stand with the previous orc. Without exception, those with orc children will be admonished: children do not pay wages.

Before the remaining orcs could get frustrated, Gribatisin picked up a batch of sheepskins to cook, and the skins were covered on the grass with blood, and the grease film on the sheepskins had dried to make them look hard. The last remaining dirty orcs, no matter how many of them, were directly assigned to dig a pit in the distance and bury people.

Gribaschen had just finished assigning all the work, and the orcs couldn't wait to get to work.

"Wait!" the old orc of Gribatisin hurriedly called them to stop, and asked the orc warrior of the Laitu tribe on the side to take a stack of wooden bowls and grab a handful of wild vegetables from the bag of the orc girl with the little girl standing at the front. These wild vegetables are very cleanly picked, there are basically no yellow and rotten leaves, and the roots of the wild vegetables are clean, and there is not a trace of soil.

When the little girl saw Gribaschen grabbing a handful of wild vegetables in their backpack, her eyes immediately turned red, and she called out: "That's our ......."

The beast girl hurriedly covered the little girl's mouth and lowered her head without saying a word.

"Take it well! The old orc scolded, stuffed the two large wooden bowls into the arms of the beast girl, divided the handful of wild vegetables in his hand into two parts, put them into the wooden bowls, frowned and said loudly: "What a clumsiness, don't wait for me to pick wild vegetables for you." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed a small handful of black flour from the noodle bag on the side, sprinkled it into the big wooden bowl in the hands of the beast girl, and scooped out a spoonful of milky white mutton soup from the hot pot on the side.

Gribatisin instructed the orc warriors of the Raitu tribe behind him: "You can only give such a small handful in each bowl, don't give too much, we don't have extra flour." Children don't have to drink batter, they can't work, just vegetable soup. ”

The orc warrior hurriedly followed the old orc's instructions, and quickly made these orcs line up in a long line and began to make soup. Originally, the chaotic orcs who fled from the wilderness were quickly organized, and they were still grateful to Dade for helping us with our work. Originally, these orcs didn't work, but they came to us to ask for a mouthful of sheep soup to drink.

It's just that the old orc Gribaschen had an idea to let these foreign orcs do some groceries and exchange their labor for food that we couldn't take with us, which was really a great idea.

Kuz and I were worried about the chaotic scene, but instead the orcs of the Laytu tribe, who had been working all day, began to take turns resting.

There are still nearly 200 argali to deal with, and this night, don't think about stopping.

At this time, it was the thirty or so failed Frost Scrolls that really made a big difference, and they provided a lot of water. Also, it seems to be very easy to use, this thing is not like the Frost Scroll, which instantly releases a large amount of cold air, and the entire scroll is destroyed. Instead, like the Concentrated Fire Scroll, every time the scroll is opened, a water ball will gather and come out, and after the scroll is rolled up, it can be used repeatedly.

The orcs who fled the wasteland cherished their work so much that they almost devoured a bowl of noodle soup and began to work.

In the distance, on the meadow, a dozen old orcs of Raitu looked at the surviving argali, these ridden argali, no smaller than horses, and this time we captured nearly one hundred and seventy undamaged argali, each with a full saddle, and some even with scales.

As the victors of the war, we have the right to distribute the spoils, but the amount of loot is too large to be worrying.

"What about these dwarven chain mail and scale armor?" I asked Kuz beside me, a little distressed.

Kutz weakly and struggled to utter, "How do I know!"

The orcs of the Blood Wolf Clan are not used to wearing heavy armor. Only heavily armed wolf riders wear these heavy armors made of stainless steel, and the dwarven armor is much the same size as the orcs' armor, and these armors need to be repaired in the blacksmith shop before they can be used by the orcs.

"Why don't we put on the orc warriors? We can transport the armor back to Gurudin, and then put it in the blacksmith shop to remodel. I proposed.

Gribaschen and Kuz shook their heads slightly at the same time, and the old orc explained: these orcs are javelinmen, and they can't run in such heavy armor, and the spear throwers need flexible light armor. But those short-handled axes can stay.

"Then sell all the rest!Or Az, you can give these to your eldest brother, I always think this guy won't treat you badly, maybe give you some other resources!" I suggested again.

Upon hearing this, Kutz nodded busily.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart: Sure enough, it's my own brother! (To be continued.) )