Oris picked up the stone and tapped it lightly at the chest of the drooping old dwarf.

It was amazing, it was a rough and blunt stone blade, and there was not even a clear opening, but there were still blood stains oozing out of the thin and rugged ribs, and then the blade ---- downwards

Orisi slashed the old man's chest in Brother Tiger's astonished gaze. The miserable blue belly flowed out, and the old man was as unresponsive as a castrated sheep, allowing Oris to do arage on him, if it weren't for the faint breath and rising heat, Brother Tiger would even think that this was a dead corpse that had not been cold.

The connecting layer of epidermis to fat was divided, and the old man was half-open and dying, watching himself being skinned alive by the young dwarf in front of him.

From start to finish, nothing happened.

"To eat or not to eat?" The girl who didn't care was holding a freshly taken out heart in her mouth, and blood was dripping down her chin, a strong and bewitching visual impact.

"Vomit ......" Brother Tiger almost vomited out the bitter gall. After a long trek and a large-scale battle, the microcapsules were empty, retching for a long time, and I only felt that my mouth was full of coppery smell.

He raised his head with difficulty and faced the girl: "He is ...... of your kind"

The girl's hand touched his throat: "You think I want to ......?" ”

In the next second, the pale hand suddenly clenched.

Brother Tiger could only see a pair of scarlet eyes, a few extreme black flares, burning, sad, painful, miserable, and a trace of madness that was close to collapse.

Raised by the dwarven girl with one hand, her slender arm has an irresistible force: "My mother's corpse was swallowed by me, do you know what it feels like?" ”

The hand was released, and the long-lost air poured into the lung cavity, and Brother Tiger froze on the ground, feeling the distance ---- fear of real death for the first time.

He had never felt it.

"But isn't there a monthly ration...... he asked in a low voice.

"Hehe," Oris chuckled, "two things are thrown in from above every month, new slaves, and a small ration, and no one can get out of here, and the rations are simply not enough to sustain our normal expenses, and we cannot even pay enough ore without relying on the corpses of our kindred, and then even that pitiful grain becomes a luxury." ”

Brother Tiger began to miss the ale, the elven dancers, the bread, and the dragon's blood in the Golden Plains......

I drank a lot of water oozing from above just now to quench my thirst, and after washing my empty stomach pouch, hunger clinged to "grunt...... Gollum"

In the beginning, hunger was a burning fire, roasting one's belly and intestines,

Later, hunger became a fat bullfrog and stuffed inside.

Now, hunger has become a python, devouring everything little by little......

Brother Tiger only felt that his eyes were already blue with hunger, and he just wanted to find something to fill himself, even if it was blood!

The skinned corpse looked more red and less white, so tender that it seemed to twitch.

Orris's smile was mysterious.

By the time he reacted, he had already eaten a huge piece of his arm, and Brother Tiger stood up from the corpse, thinking that there would be some vomiting reaction, but no.

He was even surprised at his lack of resistance to human flesh.

The night before, he and Qibao Heijia had also eaten the flesh of the wrist grabber, but after all, it was just like a human, and the diaphragm was over.

People can eat beef, sheep, pigs, and fish with peace of mind, and discuss the best ways to cook them so that they can eat as much as possible.

If a humanoid creature such as a monkey is eaten in front of their eyes, most people will not react, and it is not a real person anyway.

But when a person is eaten in front of their eyes, they will start to be afraid, because the tragic situation before their death will be associated with themselves---- if I were killed like this, would I feel better?

The answer is no.

This is also why cannibals cannibalism can't accept it, but throw away this concept,

The so-called human flesh is actually just a food whose shape makes you have bad associations.

Brother Tiger tore off a tender piece of his back, no need for fire cooking, swallowed it directly, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood like Orisi without knowing it, his eyes were a little red, and he laughed: "Happy!" ”

"Welcome to join us" Oris's red hair grew more and more showy, as if the freshly swallowed kind, had survived in another form.

Oro is also said to have hair that resembles a burning fire, and on the battlefield he is a raging fire that no one can break through his defenses. And rely on the power of the iron wall to resist everything.

In the depths of the gloomy mines, she is another Euro, another dwarven deity.

The two walked into a mine, which was the real mine.

ochre, deep purple, emerald blue, scarlet, bright yellow, emerald......

A variety of ores are either half-hidden or buried deep in the veins, and even a single torch is enough to refract the space the size of two football fields into clear light.

The swarthy dwarves dug up the ore, and a batch of rough rough stones was thrown into the mouth of the most central part of the Oro, and the whole statue was cast from the purest fine iron.

The dwarves have a habit of forging iron in the fire, and some dwarves even spend their lives with a piece of iron that never stops forging, and if the quality reaches a certain level, the dwarves will gather it into a bathing suit to cast a huge statue of Euro.

The strength of a dwarven tribe is often measured only by the size of their statues.

Some refined iron is passed down from generation to generation, and after being forged from generation to generation, it will become a substance called "refining", which is said to be absolutely unadulterated with iron without any impurities, and the texture is incomparably tough. If you want to make a Grandmaster weapon, the indispensable material is "refining", and even the barrel of the gun is composed of high-quality Grandmaster weapons, which has become a pure one, which is why its price has been high.

Brother Tiger tried to knock on the edge of the statue, and there was a sound, but the texture was obviously not as good as his own grandmaster weapon.

Obviously, in this kind of place, labor is not something that can be squandered.

Soon, a mass of things was thrown from the zenith of the cave, and if you looked closely, it was broken bread, soup, and rye rice.

Cheap food.

Hungry dwarves eat each other as if they were a delicacy.

There are no old people here, and all dwarves who feel their bodies are declining will consciously go into the mine, minimize their activities to keep fat and life, and spend their lives in the belly of their kind.

"Fellow clansmen" Oris walked to an agate rock platform in the mine, and there was a faint momentum of looking at the world, and her voice trembled with nervousness: "The day of the counterattack...... It's here. ”