Just because they have eaten pig food for a long time, a group of ground-level warriors have a deep understanding of the ten different eight-star dishes in the tableware.

It seems that the golden sand buried in the sand can't be stopped at all, and the pig food that has been eaten for a long time is a group of ground-level warriors, but they have a deep understanding of the ten different eight-star dishes in the tableware.

In order to avoid being snatched by familiar companions, he stuffed the improved braised pork into his mouth early.

Looking at the scene in front of them, the other nine eight-star chefs said that it was false not to envy, but after all, there was a gap in their cooking skills, so they could only ask Yevre for advice in private.

There are already forty eight-star chefs under Yevre's command, who are constantly attacking senior chefs, and they do not refuse this kind of thing.

This kind of exchange, not only will not make Yevre lose half a dime, but it is a shortcut to expand the influence of Chinese cuisine.

The real culinary level of Jevre is constantly moving towards the six-star senior level, and it needs a group of powerful eight-star chefs as the foundation.

As the base city of Yevre, Kakamos City is only stable if it has to attract most of the star chefs.

For a while, Yevre didn't have the courage to disclose his true level, and he could only be a junior in the culinary world.

Otherwise, Yevre has the heart to recruit a group of seven-star chefs as subordinates.

After making dinner, Yevre wandered through the barracks, occasionally watching the army of people training.

For this group of fighters, there seems to be no time difference, from morning to night, there are fighters who take turns training.

In addition to all kinds of fighting skills, Yevre really admires a group of fighters who don't make a sound during training.

was hit by a heavy hammer, that is, he snorted, got up and continued to practice.

If you have a severed arm or a thigh, you can grab it by yourself, connect it together, drink a bottle of healing potion, and if you have fully recovered, you can continue training.

Of course, there are also particularly serious injuries that will be treated directly by a special medical team.

When I chatted with those Heavenly Rank Demon Warriors, I learned that they had a death quota when they trained.

With the exception of a Celestial Tier master, the Ground Tier allows for a one-percent training mortality.

And as a large number of Xuan-rank warriors, a mortality rate of two percent is allowed.

It's really ruthless.

However, if you think about it, this kind of training is in line with the nature of demons.

It is better to die in training than to wipe out the entire army in war.

Human life may be very valuable in Heru Continent, but it may also be worthless.

It's just that Yevre has never understood what the mentality of the Chaos Lord is, and he has never come forward to sweep in all directions, nor does he continue to expand his territory.

Forget it, I'm a chef, why do I care so much, it's not eating turnips, the emperor's heart, idle.

Jevre cooked three dishes in a row, and only changed three dishes in total.

However, the level of each big pot dish was very stable, which made the 140,000 earth-level warriors feel satisfied and excited.

More than a dozen Heaven-level demon warriors who were eating and drinking were also getting more and more familiar with Yevre.

Then it was the fourth day, except for the two Heavenly Rank Demon Warriors who were still helping Yevre with chores, the rest of the Heavenly Rank Warriors were resting in shifts.

And when the ten eight-star dishes were collectively cooked, the ground-level warriors ushered in were all unfamiliar faces.

What the hell is this? I didn't inform myself.

Could it be that the group of Ground Warriors who protested en masse really succeeded?

Poor man, no wonder the resentful expression yesterday was really successfully attacked by a group of colleagues.

"Sure enough, Master Jevre's dishes are different. Look at the crystal clear color, smell this pungent aroma of meat and rice, it is really melt-in-the-mouth. ”

"What's this, if you carefully experience the absorption rate of ingredients, your dry hunting will be deeper. ”

"Tsk, there is actually a ninety percent absorption rate, and he is really a genius chef on the list, amazing. ”

"I heard that the dozens of eight-star chefs in this city didn't dare to show up, and they collectively found an excuse to retreat for a while. ”

"I deserve it, a bunch of half a bucket of water, usually blowing so badly, I admit it at the critical moment. However, I have also eaten the dishes of those chefs, and it is really not of a grade. ”

"Why do you say so much, hurry up and seize the opportunity, enjoy it for three days, and then it's time for the guys in the fourth cafeteria. ”

"Yes, the food is current, and it can't be wasted. ”

......

Perceiving some of the gossip, Yevre couldn't help but be a little amused.

It seems that in order to eat deliciously, these big-headed soldiers really put a lot of thought into it.

The dozen or so Heavenly Rank Demons who came to change shifts were all transferred from the No. 1 Restaurant, and they had a seven-star gourmet base in their stomachs, and they were a little resistant to Yevre's nine-colored tamales, but they just tasted dozens of pounds and gave up.

However, the attitude is not indifferent at all, but a little stammering, and it is very efficient to deal with all kinds of chores.

Needless to say, his own affairs must have spread all over the Heavenly Order, and everyone knows about it.

Also, after all, Yevre is only in his eighties, and he has not been an adult for many years, but he can have great cooking skills and backers, and he still has great potential.

Investing in the feelings of the micro-end can be much more meaningful than the icing on the cake.

In his daily chat, Yevre occasionally asks about the previous war.

And then the more I knew, the more I felt a little insecure.

Not to mention the several wars of a thousand years ago, in the last thousand years alone, four large-scale wars have been fought.

Almost once every 200 years, each time there are more than two billion casualties.

Although there are very few mortal stage powerhouses who have fallen, there are indeed countless Heaven Rank masters who have died, and as for the Xuan Rank warriors who have died, there is no need to mention it.

And the reason why the training is so brutal now is because this war is on the same scale.

The number of troops to be invested by both sides is not tens of millions, but at least hundreds of millions.

Of course, according to convention, this war will last for three or four years, and the troops invested will not be a one-time investment, but like a flesh and blood grinding plate.

Under normal circumstances, the strong in the mortal stage generally do not participate in the battle, but let the half-step mortal stage leader.

Later in the war, the two high Realm Lords would end the war and usher in a new period of relative peace.

This is what a Heavenly Rank Lower Realm Demon who has been in Tanlu Fuli City for nine hundred years said, and the truth is quite high.

For this kind of thing, all the veteran oils have speculations, and some even think that it is purely a conspiracy of the two realm lords.

The corpses of every war will suddenly disappear cleanly, and there will not be even a trace of blood left.

And the thirty-six mortal stage powerhouses sitting in the four northern cities were more like monitoring a Heavenly Rank demon, so as not to run away.

At the core of each Heaven-Rank warrior was a nameplate that proved the identity of the warrior, but every warrior who tried to escape the Chaos Realm during the rest eventually vanished.

I don't know if I've really fled, or if I've been wiped out completely.

Of course, none of these faint gossip were heard by Yevre in person, but dream words or stories heard using spiritual perception.

Hehe, it's really the last word that the fist is big, the lord who is high up, can't be provoked, can't be provoked, what is the difference between this and the lord of Halls City who fought bloodyly back then.

It's just straw for the harvest anyway.

Yevre didn't dare to express his opinion, nor did he dare to verify it openly, and he still cooked delicious food in the back kitchen every day, looking like he didn't know anything about it.

On the tenth day, Yevre, who was still cooking garlic and white meat, heard the gossip again.

"No, there are performances tonight and tomorrow night, and they are said to come from various cabaret theaters in the city of Machipaya, and all of them are peerless beauties. ”

"Really, great, nesting in the barracks every day, if it weren't for the Qinglou to go shopping. Lao Tzu is going to be burned. ”

"Cut, there are only a few hundred green buildings in Tanlu Belvedere, and there are only more than three million girls in total. ”

"It's like, you don't go in a dream. ”

"Do you think these beauties who come to perform will chase me for the sake of my rigorous face and strong muscles?"

"Chase backwards, chase a yarn, you are in the middle of the realm, and you have robbed a heaven-level boss?"

......

The song and dance troupe of Machipaya City is finally here, and the speed is really slow.

The Alchemy Guild has sent a group of high-level alchemists and pharmacists, who are constantly providing various levels of potions and equipment.

I don't know what a group of high-level teachers plan, if it's really for the sake of stable flesh and blood, why do they need to provide potions?

Wouldn't it be better to be killed directly?

Is this equipment, potions, food, and singing and dancing encouragement?

Yevre, an outsider, likes to ponder when he is fine.

Sure enough, when lunch was finished and Yevre was strolling around the barracks, he found a lot of girls of all races.

The location is right in the huge square where you welcome yourself as a chef.

More than 50,000 girls of all ethnic groups are wearing flowers and branches, each with its own characteristics.

There are so-called national costumes, some are light and fluttering silk and satin, some are thick animal skin clothes, some are very tight, and some are too cool, which is simply a contribution to saving resources.

Succubi, water demons, banshees, orcs of all races, elves.......

In the bustling square, there are at least a hundred different races, nearly fifty feet tall, and the small ones are even only two feet tall.

The only thing they have in common is beauty.

Some have exquisite facial features, some have graceful figures, and they exude allure at any time.

Even the self-proclaimed well-informed Jevre was mentally reciting Amito.

Around the square, there is also a group of staff, laying a giant stage, and various alchemy equipment is being debugged.

The rest of the soldiers, all drooling, looked at the girls happily around the giant square.

Don't look at the well-behaved looks that are all moved but don't want to move, but who knows what kind of dirty thoughts are in your heart.

If all the Heavenly Rank Demon Warriors stationed in the square suddenly disappeared, I don't know what would happen.

Jevre had been in Kacamos for a few years and knew the vast majority of races.

It's an open city, and the so-called "from the beginning" is just a joke.

As long as you look at each other, whether they are demons, sun elves, or even bear goblins and gnomes, they may come on a walk-and-go trip.

Anyway, there are countless hybrids in the chaos collar, and it's just a matter of looking at the stronger genes of that side, and what they look like.

There is no reproductive isolation, and I don't know what the principle is.

As an upright male demon with no physical defects, Yevre certainly won't leave early.

Stay on the edge of the square and slowly delight the scene.

Not only Yevre, but even the nine eight-star chefs who were going to take a break also appeared here.

Even Pattamenselves, who had not spoken for many days, joined the rest of the giant chefs in an open and honest manner.

It has to be said that male creatures are all creatures with excessive hormone secretion.

Yevre had an artistic eye for almost three hours before returning to Canteen No. 2.

No way, it's time to prepare the nine-colored tamales for dinner, otherwise it won't be too late.

This meal is also a normal meal, Yevre did his best, and the score was not pulled down at all, but the food eaten by the ground level warriors did not know the taste.

After a hurried gobble, he rushed to the giant square.

They can't be blamed for that, because Yevre is a guy who runs faster than them.

As soon as he finished making the Nine Colored Pastel Buns, Yevre disappeared outside the No. 2 cafeteria and sat directly in the reserved seat for others.

Quietly waiting to enjoy the big song and dance show.