Lias's painless comfort was like a breeze, and it couldn't thaw Jevre Vin's little heart that had been frozen into ice slag.

"You want to be blessed in the future! Who wants to be a logistics staff all the time? Relive a life, not to mention the horizontal knife immediately, a happy life, at least you have to break out of the world, right?"

Inadvertently, Jevre Ven became more and more agitated, and his saliva was splashing.

"Could it be that my future name will be Chef, the God of Cooking, the Saint of Cooking, if I had been before, I would have been very content, but now...... When I think of someone mentioning it behind my back, it's the cook, the cook or something, it's so inferior!"

In this regard, Lias was speechless, and did not know how to comfort Yevre Ven, who was suddenly out of control, so he had to say hello abruptly, and he didn't know which corner to hide.

Looking at Lias, who had fled as if he had fled, Yevre Ven, who was full of entanglement and had nowhere to vent, used his strength and ran straight out of the tribe.

Even the familiar elite demons on patrol didn't bother to bother, and flashed like the wind.

Looking at the galloping figure, the patrol demons looked at each other, not knowing what kind of madness this Chef Lei was doing.

Forget it, this chameleon, who is favored by the five leaders, is still too lazy to care.

I'll have to eat and drink in a while!

If you accidentally offend the chef, you will never be able to enjoy such delicious food again, so how can a bunch of old men live!

Like a crazy thunderbolt, Yevre Wen, who had been running for more than ten miles in the blink of an eye, stopped his pace and raised his head to the sky with a long roar.

It seems that all the entanglements in my heart are going to rush into the sky.

In the small ravine, this depressed whistling sound kept echoing for a long time.

It was the ordinary venting of dancing and dancing, so that the small ravine was full of rubble, and the grinning with his teeth in pain, suddenly woke up from the madness of the demon.

As much hope as there is, there is as much disappointment as there is.

After coming to his senses, Jevre Vin deeply felt that he was not in the right state just now.

Is it the sequelae of the rapid improvement of strength, or is it the influence of blood?

According to the division in the novel, the magic Dao exercises that are eager for quick success often have serious sequelae.

Although this talent is not a demonic exercise, it also has the same effect.

It seems that in the future, we must strengthen the exercise of the mind, otherwise we will enter this inexplicable irritable state again, and we will not find a psychiatrist to enlighten you, and it will definitely lead to unexpected bitter consequences in the end.

After a moment of quiet contemplation, Jevre Vin burst into laughter again.

No matter what, he finally stepped into the upper realm of the mortal level.

It is the same realm as the miserable and bad demon captain who was waiting for the rabbit at the beginning, but was arrested.

Inside the crazy scales, he has also reached a level of strength, and he is no longer on the same level as the bottom gang of cannon fodder.

After looking carefully for a week, he found that there was still no one around, so he quietly took out the ground-level boning knife, and concentrated on playing the basic knife work, quickly becoming familiar with the sudden increase in strength and speed.

From a slight jerky start to a gradual return to the previous level, it took less than two hours in total.

Somewhat unexpectedly, Yevre Ven pondered in confusion.

What is this?

Is it because you still have undiscovered talents, or have you really found a way to master yourself quickly?

But I didn't realize that I could look inward, what kind of rare goods like divine consciousness!

Hell yes!

Unable to figure it out, Yevre Wen shook his head, threw it out of his mind, withdrew the white-gold boning knife, and slowly walked back to the Guluo tribe.

As they approached the Gurro tribe, a patrol approached.

"Chef Lei, hurry back and gather your group of chefs, everyone is ready to leave. ”

"Huh, you're going back to Halls so soon?"

Yevre Ven knew that several leaders were still trying to find a way to trace the whereabouts of the treasure chest these days, and he had no intention of leaving.

Why did you change your hexagram after just one trip?

Is it utter despair, or is there something unexpected?

"It's not to go back to Halls City, but a spy has discovered the ruins of the dark elves, and the big leader has decided to go and see it together. ”

The next sentence of the elite demon directly made Yevre Wen's heart tremble.

"Ruins? Do many people know about it? Will there be a shopping incident?"

"I don't know if that! Anyway, you hurry up and collect your subordinates, and you'll have to leave in an hour at most. ”

After the elite demon finished speaking, he left with the rest of the team members and beckoned the rest of the scattered demons.

"Hell, who knows how many people are gathered over there right now, and you have to be careful to hide for a while, and shoot the first bird! ”

With a hurried expression, Yevre Vann hurried back to the empty open-air kitchen.

Who would have thought that the considerate Scar Hercules had already gathered all the demon chefs and sat together in a proper manner, waiting for the arrival of Yevre Vin.

With a wave of his hand, Yevre Victor stopped Scar Hercules, who wanted to slap his ass, and took the lead in deliberately speaking.

"Do you know the specifics? where the dark elf ruins are, and how dangerous are the surrounding areas? ”

"Well, it's not clear at all. The spies who returned the report went straight to the chief, and if it weren't for the order just conveyed, I would still be in the dark. ”

Scar Hercules shook his head in embarrassment, his mouth full of doubts.

"That's it, forget it. Have you packed up your stuff? Spices and utensils must be taken with you. ”

Looking at the demon chef who also looked uneasy, Yevre Ven pressed his hands and pretended to be calm and appeased.

"Don't worry too much, as a kitchen staff, you shouldn't be on the front line. If we all go to war, then who will prepare food and drink for everyone? You say yes, don't you?"

A clumsy reassurance really reassured a group of flustered demon chefs, and they were no longer so at a loss.

"That is, if we are gone, let them drink the northwest wind!"

"Especially Director Lei, he will definitely not participate in the war! If there is the slightest mistake, the five leaders are afraid that they will be like thunder. ”

......

Helplessly, looking at this group of whispering but thunderous guys, twitched the corners of his mouth, and walked to the side to quickly check the kitchenware.

Scar Hercules, this guy, has a bit of internal affairs talent, and he actually has a good eye to pack the kitchenware, summarize the seasonings together, and even the grill is disassembled and tied into bundles.

Huo Ran thought that Scar Hercules was the person in charge of the kitchen of the death sickle, so he didn't think it was strange.

After all, he is a veteran, and he should be comfortable handling these things.

Nodding with satisfaction, he praised the scar Hercules who understood the matter, and the old fritter of Zhile smiled.

"This is what I should do, it's a trivial matter, where do you need Brother Lei, it's not overkill!"

"Let's check our weapons and be prepared. ”

After a few perfunctory remarks, Yevre Wen picked up the long, single-edged knife that had been thrown aside, and with a light stroke, he sat down casually, closed his eyes and recuperated.

No longer caring about the actions of the others, no longer listening to the noisy noise, quietly probing into the storage space with a trace of spiritual power, silently studying those few pieces of equipment.

Time flies by like a white horse.

Yevre Wen, who has been immersed in his own world, is woken up by the intimate Scar Hercules.

"This is the time to go?"

Looking away from the scarred face, and as soon as the pestle turned over, Yevre Ven stood on the boulder, looking around.

Bands of demons, led by elite guards, are crisscrossing the country.

At first glance, it's still quite imposing.

It's just that there are a bunch of crooked guys standing on the side, which ruins the overall feeling.

When I looked closely, I realized that it was a former member of the Death Scythe.

It's really mud that can't support the wall, and it's cannon fodder everywhere.

With a wave of his hand, Yevre Wen hurriedly led a group of demon cooks with crooked melons and cracked dates towards the large army.

When I got closer, I realized that I didn't know where to stand?

Really, you can set up a sign and draw a circle!

For a moment, looking at the bustling demon horde, Jevre Ven was a little confused.

looked back at Scar Hercules, but found that he was also a second monk who was confused and was looking around.

At a loss, the tsundere four-armed demon pushed away the demon that stood in the way, and appeared in front of Yevre Ven like a savior.

"Xiao Lei, what are you still doing here, come with me quickly. ”

The tsundere four-armed demon, who was conquered by a delicious meal, affectionately grabbed Yevre Wen's left arm and walked straight forward.

Yevre Vin turned his head and raised his eyes, signaling a group of subordinates to hurry up.

I'm left behind, but there's no one to help you.

Walking all the way, directly crossing several phalanxes, the group came to the smiling fat five leaders.

"Xiao Lei, why are you so slow! This leader has called someone to urge you. ”

As soon as the fat five leaders beckoned, Yevre Wen immediately bent down and bowed forward to meet him, and replied with low eyebrows.

"Leader, don't be weird, didn't you break through your strength just now, and when you were excited, you forgot the time. It's really a sin that deserves death. ”

"Hmm, breakthrough?"

The fat five leaders looked up and down carefully, and Yevre Wen, whose spirit and spirit had changed slightly, clapped his hands violently, and smiled happily.

"That's right, I finally brought up my strength, and I finally didn't lose the face of the leader. ”

In an instant, the Fat Five Leaders took Yevre Wen and a group of kitchen staff under their own names.

In this regard, Yevre Ven was full of joy and sent so many delicacies privately in vain.

Having a backer, and not having a backer, are completely different things.

Cause some trouble, what's wrong, we have a backer behind us, see if you dare to retaliate.

"It's still thanks to the leader's Hongfu, who eats a few more bites of advanced ingredients, and then pierces the adjacent film alive, and asks the leader to punish him. ”

"Eat it, if you don't try your own craftsmanship as a chef, I, a diner, will not dare to be greedy anymore. ”

The fat five leaders smiled all over their faces, and lightly brushed aside the gluttony.

"However, if you can't come up with any new dishes to satisfy the chief, you are not allowed to eat them in private. ”

"Leader, don't dare to say anything else, when it comes to cooking, Xiao Lei is still a little confident, and he promises not to disappoint the leader. ”

Jevre Vene was respectful, and a hint of confidence quietly jumped between his eyebrows.

"That's good! This leader won't say much, and you will follow this leader's guard in a moment, and pay attention to your safety. ”

As soon as the words fell, the fat five leaders smiled and turned to walk towards the rest of the leaders.

Yevre Ven straightened up, explained to his subordinates, and walked into the guard with the tsundere four-armed demon one after the other.

Greeting the elite demons who were already familiar with each other, they chatted casually for a while, and under the leadership of the majestic chief, they marched towards the dark elf ruins.

A large number of demons kicked up dust all the way to the sky, and under the path of the spies, they headed all the way north.

Like a noisy swarm of strange pythons, it meanders forward quickly, scaring the rest of the rare creatures into disappearing again.

Curiously, Jevre Vin looked left and right, and found that it did not coincide with the route he had taken before.

Along the way, in addition to desolation, it is still desolate.

The endless hills and ravines are several times easier to walk than the rugged, gravel-strewn mountain roads.

The journey was peaceful, and apart from the occasional whisper, there was no attack.

There may be so many ferocious beasts, seeing so many demons, I am afraid that they will have already heard the wind and fled.

If they really rush over recklessly to hunt for food, then these well-equipped and well-armed demons can have a small meal.