Isaac smirked, "When it comes to drinking, our Red Roar tribe is a connoisseur, and I believe that there is absolutely no one among you humans who can compare to us!" ”

"Oh? You drink a lot? He Ruozhi asked with interest, wine should be made from grain, since food is very scarce on the mining planet, how can there be wine?

"Hmm!" Isaac 'touched' his head, as if reminiscing about the taste of wine, "Wine is a good thing, and without it, those hard days on the mine would have been very difficult!" ”

"But how did you get the wine?"

"We drink pure wine." Isaac smiled, "That's a lot stronger than you humans' wine, isn't it?" ”

"Wine 'fine' ......"

He Ruozhi once again reminded himself that orcs could not be measured by the standards of ordinary humans.

Isaac's eyes rolled and he said, "Master, can you have the confidence to have a drinking competition with Isaac?" The warriors of our Red Roar tribe, besides martial arts, respect people who can drink the most are them! ”

He lost to He Ruozhi in the competition just now, and he always felt a little unwilling in his heart.

He Ruozhi laughed and said, "Okay, what's the matter with you to fight a game?" ”

Isaac said: "But the master is not allowed to use your strange human beings to 'force' the wine out!" That's too bad! ”

When they lived in the same room with Jing Jiangxiao, the orcs heard a lot about Jing Jiangxiao's legends and martial arts stories about human qi refiners, and said that all humans knew this kind of "magic".

He Ruozhi laughed and laughed: "Okay, I promise you!" ”

"Brothers, drink!"

The orcs brought up cans of liquor and danced a fierce dance around the two, singing hoho!

Isaac didn't give in, picked up a big wine vat and fell wildly, swallowed all the fifty catties of drunken fairy wine without even breathing, and even eliminated the poisonous scorpions and centipedes soaked in the wine together, 'licked' his lips and 'lips' and said with a smile: "Good wine, good wine, it's just not too strong!" ”

He burped as he spoke.

There were some orcs around who had drunk wine and agreed, thinking that wine was the supreme product, but it was not as interesting as industrial wine.

He Ruozhi smiled bitterly in his heart, the degree of drunken immortal wine is naturally not as good as the 'fine' of wine, but it is better than the stamina, these guys who don't know the depth only know how to swallow and drink wildly, and you will suffer when the time comes!

Thinking of this, he also picked up a large wine vat and drank it like a giant whale sucking water.

"Good!" Thumbs up Isaac!

He Ruozhi was actually a little drunk.

However, he relies entirely on bones and soul fire to support his body, even if the 'flesh' body is drunk, it doesn't matter, at most he walks a little ugly.

The two of them were chess opponents and would meet Liangcai, and they drank happily, and then He Ruozhi couldn't help but secretly complain - originally thinking that he could rely on his special physique to fight against the orc, but he ignored one point, that is, his stomach bag is really not as huge as the other party!

Even if it's water, drinking it will kill you!

Counting and seeing that he had already drunk four large vats, he was about to wave his hand to admit defeat in desperation, but saw Isaac stand up dizzily, his face turned into a Guan Gong appearance, his steps were upside down, and he burped: "Uh, good, good, it's really good wine, good wine!" ”

After that, the whole person fell on his back, and smashed a big hole in the ground. Look at this guy actually falling asleep like this.

The surrounding orcs thought that the drunken immortal wine was not strong enough, and they all drank happily, and they had already snored.

He Ruozhi couldn't cry or laugh, fortunately, the weather here was warm, and the half-orcs had rough skin and thick 'meat', so he didn't care about them, and went into the house to rest.

Drunken fairy wine has a benefit, although the stamina is long and easy to intoxicate, but no matter how much you drink, you will definitely not go up after waking up the next day, but you will feel comfortable all over, such as falling into the clouds, and all the limbs and bones are relaxed to the extreme!

The orcs woke up slowly, but when they saw the sun rising three poles, the warm sun shone on them, and they were indescribably happy.

Thinking that his mine star was either a dark night of 'cloudy' and cold 'tide' and wet, or a day like a hot prison, he suddenly came to heaven.

Isaac shook his head, it felt like it had never been better!

After looking around, he quickly found the location of the owner.

He Ruozhi is practicing boxing.

The 'yin' dark moves of the Black Bone Technique, coupled with the domineering power of the crystal breaking attack, although it is only the 'flesh' body, make people feel that the earth is shaking, and it is as irresistible as a god and a demon.

Only then did everyone know that He Ruozhi had already left room when he did it yesterday, and they were even more in awe of him!

He Ruo's wisdom did not grow, until he had practiced a complete set of broken crystal attack exercises, then he walked leisurely in front of everyone, swept everyone with a sharp gaze, and shouted in a deep voice: "How does yesterday's wine 'meat' taste?" ”

"Good!" All orcs said from the bottom of their hearts.

He Ruozhi nodded and said, "If you want to continue to eat such delicious food in the future, and if you want to live freely under the mild sun, you must work hard to improve your own strength." Those who are not strong, whether orcs or humans, have no right to enjoy all this, but will be thrown into the dark mining planet and squeezed like dogs! ”

"We want to improve our strength!" Orcs roar!

"Good." He Ruozhi nodded with great satisfaction.

Isaac couldn't help but say, "Master, but our 'spirit' divine power is naturally very low, and no matter how much we train, we can't fly an armed mecha, what can we do?" ”

"Hmmm......"

He Ruozhi smiled: "It's not a problem. ”

Before the orcs woke up, he had done a physical examination for them.

At the same time, it also solved a doubt that had plagued me for a long time.

The so-called 'essence' divine power actually refers to the ability to store the fire of life, which is the same as spiritual power and the vitality of heaven and earth.

This power is stored in the pineal gland of humans.

However, there are some outliers in the world, and their pineal gland is not so developed for some reason, which means that no matter what method is used, it is impossible to store too much 'essence' divine power.

He Ruozhi himself is this kind of person.

The same is true for orcs, whose pineal gland has been genetically suppressed and cannot be reopened.

However, the fire of life can be used in millions of ways, and the power of the undead does not need to rely on the pineal gland at all, but under the brain stem at the back of the brain, it reshapes the second brain domain!

He Ruozhi believes that this is a natural selection process.

Because the Holy See was first established, those who had a well-developed pineal gland were all selected by the Holy See to practice the light magic of the Holy See.

When the Dark Empress received the revelation of the fire of life and established the undead clan, all she could rely on was the weak people of the 'spirit', so she created such a 'gate' of wonderful magic!

"It doesn't matter if the 'spirit' divine power is low, as long as you have a strong grudge in your heart!"

"Resentment?" Isaac was puzzled.

He Ruozhi's voice was extremely cold: "Think about how your enemies treat your relatives, think about the days you spent on the mine star that are not as good as pigs and dogs, and make your resentment swell!" ”

The silver blade in his hand was cut lightly, and the black 'colored' blood flowing from He Ruozhi's wrist was endless, and it soon overflowed the earth.

Only then did the orcs realize that a complex ravine had been dug under the ground where they stood, and the 'intertwined' ravines formed a huge strange spell, like a bloodshot magic eye.

MONOCULUS was watching them.

The black 'colored' blood, which symbolizes death, melted into the spell, and suddenly made the entire demon eye come alive, like a stone statue that had been sealed for a long time suddenly cracked, and the terrifying demon king descended from it!

The magic eye blinked wonderfully, and the surroundings turned into a sea of fire in a trance.

They...... Seen them all!

The orcs saw a series of explosions, the battle mechs of the slave raiders whizzed through the sky, the electromagnetic cannons let out a hideous roar, and the colorful tail flames of the mechs were like twisted strange faces, constantly mocking them!

They saw innocent old people, children, and 'women' fall in pools of blood one by one under the sharp blades of the slave raiders, and the whistling bombs either broke them into pieces or caused landslides and cracks!

They saw generations of orcs in electromagnetic shackles, driving mining mechs full of violent noise, riding elevators into the endless abyss underground. Dangerous landslides, gloomy poisonous gases, and the ubiquitous deadly reptiles await them.

A strong, half-orc youth with strong 'essence' blood descends to this hell, and it will not be until two or three years later that he will become a pile of bones.

They saw that the 'female' and 'sexual' orcs were locked up in a small chamber, surrounded by high-voltage power grids, and covered with a rancid chemical fiber 'wool' blanket underneath. The sperm extracted from the body of the male "sexual" orcs was cruelly implanted into their bodies, and in order to obtain the next generation of half-orcs as soon as possible, the slave owners used various thorn "stimulants", "sexual" and "stimulant" elements.

A 'female' 'sexual' orc can give birth to more than ten offspring in two years, and then she is completely destroyed by 'kin' and various chemical 'drugs', and becomes a loose pile of rotten 'meat', an empty pocket. The nutrients in every piece of 'flesh' in her body are provided to the poor offspring, and the fate of those offspring is either in the bottomless 'hole' of the mine or, like her, a mere fertility machine.

The orc's pain has converged into a river, and now the river is going to make its own voice!