Our team was already very close to drowning, the low-lying puddles of the moorland were already visible, the pastures were noticeably more abundant, and it was less than four days' journey from the Quarry of the North Gully, and it would take less than a day to run a round trip on a fast horse. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was no desolation in sight of the wasteland, and the puddles of water were like twinkling stars in the night sky, sprinkled with golden scales under the reflection of the setting sun. Knee-high wild brackens grow around puddles, and the tender leaves are tempting for every orc. The edible wild vegetables in the four fields are clumped like weeds, shepherd's cabbage, wheel grass, wild radish, and water celery.

Gerrile took Kuz's hand and ran to a plant full of green heart-shaped leaves, pulled out the hunting knife hanging from his waist, cut off the young rods of the vines, and tossed them aside, the hunting knife plunged deep into the wet earth, and thrust it up, and a large piece of brown dirt with a large bunch of sweet potatoes was pulled out.

This place is unexpectedly inaccessible, and the orcs really don't dare to set foot here in order to avoid the swamp zombies, even the orcs in the quarry, seeing the wild vegetables everywhere, can't help but bend down, quickly pinch a handful of tender wild vegetable leaves, and stuff them into their mouths and chew regardless of the image. Even these days, the orc overseers in these quarries can eat a lot of food at every meal, maybe they are starving too hard, and they still can't help but want to eat a bite when they see these edible wild vegetables.

But in addition, I'm starting to notice that the orc overseers in the quarries, who usually like to eat enough, except for whipping the gray dwarf slaves, who only tease the orcs of the Raitu tribe, are starting to look cautious. They began to cower honestly on either side of the gray dwarf slave ranks, silently following our large army.

The number of swamp zombies roaming the wilderness began to increase. I could even see a few swamp corpse kings on the hill in the distance, their unusually tall figures silently watching us in the crowd of corpses. That invisible coercion began to spread to our entire team, and this is the truly terrifying swamp zombie.

When the orc warriors rode argali, as usual, to hunt the swamp zombies in the marginal area, but after hunting a dozen swamp zombies one after another, the swamp zombies roaming the wasteland actually retreated in the direction of drowning at the same time. The orc overseers from the North Gulf Quarry came running over and told us that we couldn't go any further, that the zombies were already in ambush in front of us, waiting for us to come over, and wrap up our people and kill them.

The Raitu tribe is a tribe located on the edge of the swamp, and the Raitu warriors have learned the horror of swamp zombies since they were young, and they are also very familiar with their habits. Zombies have almost no eyesight, and day and night are not much different from them, the only difference being that the scorching sun takes away a lot of water from their bodies. For the Ghost Clan's Death Scythes, their bodies turn into a puff of white smoke in direct sunlight, and they hide in caves or cemeteries during the day, and only come out at night.

The Swamp Corpse Kings are undead creatures with rudimentary intelligence, and they instinctively know what danger is, if our team is a group of deserters wandering in the wasteland. I'm afraid they've already been killed. And when they tentatively let ordinary swamp zombies come into contact with us, they found that the weapons in the hands of the orc warriors could easily pierce the thick armor on the zombies, and they were able to hunt these slow-moving zombies. They didn't know what kind of means to use to recall all the zombies scattered in the wasteland.

Since they couldn't go any further, Kuz told the team to stop and set up camp.

At this time. The more than a thousand gray dwarf slaves who followed the group, under the command of the orc overseers. Getting busy, almost every one of them carried a shovel and a pickaxe with them. Building stoves and digging manholes were the dwarves' best skills. Sure enough, it didn't take long for the rows of neat manholes to be dug up, and a thick earthen wall half a meter high was built around the manholes, and the orc warriors only needed to put the hard cowhide they carried with them on top of the earthen wall to prop up a roof that could shelter from the rain, and the manholes could be built for four or five orcs to live in.

When this work was done, the gray dwarf slaves did not rest, they still carried shovels and silently dug trenches around the camp. Kuz and I don't know this, it's just the assignment of the orc overseers in the quarry, Kuz dragged me towards the head of the orc overseer in the quarry, I didn't like this thin-looking orc, I think he usually only takes advantage of the orcs in addition to bullying those gray dwarves.

Kuzi casually took out a dried argali's hind leg in the cloth bag, walked up in his hand, threw the dozens of pounds of argali's hind leg into the arms of the orc overseer, and almost smashed the dwarven overseer leader who was arrogantly reprimanding the gray dwarf slaves to hurry up and work, and then walked up cordially, put his arm around the dwarven overseer's shoulder, and no matter how sour the body was, they started talking affectionately. In fact, there is nothing serious at all, just chatting about some and not, and connecting with feelings.

I crouched down and watched quietly as a hungry gray dwarf old man struggled to dig a trench with a shovel, and the trench was already deep above his head, and every time he threw the remnants of the earth upward, he had no intention of stopping. I couldn't help but ask curiously, "How deep does this trench need to be dug?"

"Dig as deep as you can!" the old gray dwarf replied to my question in pure orc language without raising his head.

"How long will it take to keep digging like this?" I asked.

The old man of the gray dwarf raised his eyes and looked at me, and was a little surprised to see that I was a Terran child, but he still replied honestly: "Dig until you finish eating!"

I don't understand why there is so much wild grass here, and the owner of Horsens almost starved the dwarves to death in the quarry. The orcs picked a lot of wild vegetables from the pastures, and I heard Gerille say that dinner was a very traditional porridge with wild herbs, and of course the porridge of the Raitu orc warriors and the orc overseers in the quarry would be thicker in the batter, and some dried meat would be added, and the batter porridge of the gray dwarf slaves would be in the porridge. Probably the batter will not be much better than water, and weeds will be their staple food.

I didn't bother to listen to Kuz gossip with the orc overseer leader. While I agree with Kutz doing this, it doesn't mean I like it.

Feel free to walk around the camp. After watching Viruan set up his tent in the camp, he took advantage of the fact that it was not too late to lead the Guborai horses out of the camp, and I thought that their target should be the corpse kings on the hill in the distance. Viru and the others found an egg-sized core in the corpse king's skull brought out from Bangor Manor, and it was said that the magic crystal inside was twice the size of the magic core found in the normal zombie head. Presumably this time they were trying their luck and seeing if they had a chance to kill one again. I saw Sister Guoguo, dressed in white, also following the team, and it seemed that they were very determined this time.

Squatting by the stove, watching the beast women of the Raytu tribe cook vegetable porridge, these women have been corrected by me countless times. Finally, I learned that wild vegetables should be carefully cleaned before putting them in the pot. Until now, I still don't dare to compliment their cooking, even with the extremely finely ground wheat flour, they only boil batter porridge and bake cakes on the slate. As the population of the team increased dramatically, the maid Asakusa had already told the cooks that they were not allowed to make brown bread and pancakes, which were too flour-intensive, so the team's food had been very simple lately, just battered porridge with salt and jerky, and after hitting this place. The batter porridge has become vegetable porridge.

Gerille and Asakusa were washing a pot of round white sweet potatoes on the edge of a puddle on the side, and it seemed that the two of them had come up with a good rapprochement, and there were two broatic chickens at Geril's feet. The feathered arrows on his body have not yet been pulled out. They were fascinated when they saw me, and the maid Asakusa just looked at me curiously, while Geril knew me well. He raised his face and jokingly said to me, "Young Master Jia, do you want to help us wash the potatoes together." ”

This thing has been washed. Even after peeling the skin, cut it into small pieces and blanch it in a pot with water. It is also difficult to remove the astringency inside, no wonder the Grimm Empire listed this as a food that could only be eaten by slaves. I didn't expect that just after the front foot Geril and Kuz dug up the sweet potatoes, the back foot Geril found two golden chickens, ready to make a pot of delicious food according to Kuzi said. Anyway, I don't want to try what these two people make, they have no problem making barbecue, but I don't even have the courage to taste the rest.

Maybe when Sister Guoguo comes back in the evening, she can rub some delicious food with the Wind Chaser Adventure Group, Sister Guoguo's taste is quite normal.

Listening to Geril's invitation, I quickly shook my head and ran away.

On the other side of the puddle, a few beast girls were washing a large number of shepherd's cabbage, which were used to cook vegetable porridge for the gray dwarf slaves, and the cleaned shepherd's cabbage was piled up on the grass on the side, and I saw only a small half-bag of black flour on the side, it seemed that these flours should be divided equally among the more than a thousand gray dwarf slaves to eat, even if they were thrown into the soup pot, even the thickening would not appear too thick. Thinking of the old grey dwarves standing in the trench and digging hard, I think they should have some better food, these grey dwarf slaves can't afford to collapse, and we still expect them to work for us in the future!

The tender green shepherd's cabbage that had been washed and made me think of the shepherd's cabbage dumplings I had eaten in my previous life, and for a while I suddenly became interested, so I mixed in with these beast girls and took them to make shepherd's cabbage dumplings.

Naturally, I couldn't make a meal for more than a thousand gray dwarf slaves, but I just gave a demonstration to these beast girls, but fortunately, the steps of this thing are very simple: chop the washed shepherd's cabbage with a knife, put it in a large pot, then add some fine salt and roasted sausage minced, and finally add a little black flour, let each camellia leaf be slightly dipped in flour, and hold it firmly into a vegetable ball and put it in a pot to steam over high heat, and then you can eat it.

Actually, I don't think this thing is delicious, and no matter what, I can't get back the taste of the past. When it was ready, I just picked up a random dumpling and left.

Hiding in Sister Guoguo's tent, boring practice of "magic resistance" and "fire tongue weapon" two magic skills, when the mana is exhausted, I will feel that the magic is exhausted in the body, and the feeling of slowly breeding new mana.

The structure of the magic circle of "heating" clearly appeared in my mind, the pale yellow magic force condensed at one point, I felt that my control of the magic force became stronger, the magic force was very stable between my fingers and rotated freely, just stretched out my hand in the air and drew the magic pattern circle naturally, and then the crystal magic light rushed into my body like a six-pointed star array.

At this time, the "heating" skill has been promoted to level eight, and the heating function at this time has been able to show some power, increasing the body's mana recovery speed by 80% makes me feel that the mana consumed in the body can be restored in less than ten minutes, although this also shows that the mana storage in my body is a little pitiful, but if I have a magic pool in the future, after the mana capacity increases, at that time, the mana recovery speed will also increase exponentially.

Those Terran mages like Sister Guoguo are more accustomed to disengaging from battle as much as possible before their mana is exhausted, and using meditation to restore their mana. Unlike mages, orc shamans also have strong magical regeneration abilities during combat. And I, a Terran child, by chance, actually learned the "heating", a common magic skill of various races, and then had the water totem of the "magic recovery" skill. Sometimes, I'm tempted to try the magic regeneration effect of the water totem and the heating magic regeneration effect at the same time, how fast my magic regeneration will be!

I felt that after the mana power in my body was drained, new mana was born in the nodes that originally contained magic power in my body, just like a refreshing feeling of a clear spring gushing into my mouth after running wildly in the desert under the scorching sun until my mouth was dry.

There was a noise outside the tent, I don't know what was going on, under normal circumstances, I hid in Sister Guoguo's tent, and Kuz rarely came to look for me, because Sister Guoguo was a water magician worthy of fear.

But I didn't expect Kuzi to come to me at this time, and the reason was actually the turmoil caused by those shepherd's cabbage dumplings.

I never thought that these vegetable dumplings made the whole dinner very chaotic, and the steamed vegetable dumplings exuded an attractive aroma, so that the tribal beast girls who originally prepared the batter vegetable porridge gave up the vegetable porridge one after another, and interceded with the cooks, exchanged the vegetable porridge for a few balls of camellia cabbage, and brought them back to eat with relish.

In this way, the camellia dumplings, which were originally enough for 1,300 gray dwarves to eat, became very nervous, and at this time, it was the turn of the orc overseers in the quarry to take turns to eat, and they saw many beast girls eating the vegetable dumplings with relish, thinking that these were dinners, and they also came to receive the vegetable dumplings, so that later, the remaining vegetable dumplings were only enough to be distributed to a few hundred gray dwarves, and the remaining half of the gray dwarf slaves had dinner like this.

The gray dwarves who had worked hard to dig the trenches began to get angry, and they were afraid of the orc overseers, so they poured their anger on the gray dwarves who had already received the vegetable dumplings, and from whispering at first to insulting each other, until finally, the gray dwarves completely exploded the resentment that had accumulated in their hearts, and some people began to quarrel.

Many of the gray dwarves were whipped, and Kuz sent people to distribute the remaining wild vegetable batter porridge to the gray dwarves who had not eaten the vegetable dumplings, and the matter was settled. Kuzi found out that the cause was because I had a whim to turn the original wild vegetable porridge into steamed vegetable dumplings, so I came to Sister Guoguo's tent to find me, and complained endlessly.

In the end, the two of us did it on the grass outside Sister Guoguo's tent, watching the beautiful scenery of the sunset in the distance.

Kuz suddenly said, "That'...... You say, they'll come in the evening, right?"

"Uh!" I didn't realize for a moment what Kuz was talking about, but when I thought clearly, I suddenly had an idea in my heart, and it seemed that I had grasped something in this moment.

I began to organize my thoughts, then began to organize my language, and said to Kuz, "I think I'm coming! I'm going to come, and maybe I'm going to meet those death sickles." By the way, I have a great idea......" (To be continued.) )