The Ringwraith are the minions of the Demon King Sauron, and their power, life, and will are closely tied to the Demon King. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWhen the power of the Demon King is at a relatively low level, the Ring Spirit will also enter "hibernation" mode, greatly reducing the frequency of appearances.

"Demon King Zoro is not preparing any large-scale operations yet, these orcs belong to the free-range mode, and live according to the pyramid management method inherited from the past. Zhao Mai clenched his fists and said to Xiaohua and the reserve grain: "A ten-master is meaningless to the world situation, you two have three days to adapt to the environment here, and then I will start fighting all the way." ”

The reserve grain is okay, it is already jumping around Zhao Mai's feet, and it looks very energetic. Its main problem is that it always sticks out its tongue and sells cuteness, not like a terrible Cerberus at all. Xiaohua was still a little listless, and replied with a wilted "mmmm".

"Didn't you absorb the branches of the Twin Sacred Trees, and you've lived in Alda's Origin World for a long time, so why haven't you adapted yet?"

"It's the power of the Twin Sacred Trees that is influencing me, otherwise I would have gotten used to it a long time ago. Xiaohua thought for a moment and described it in a more understandable way: "This world may treat me as a double sacred tree, constantly asking me for energy. I can't sustain the world's need for light and vitality. ”

"It's a nuisance. Even if I provide you with energy, I won't be able to support that much!" Zhao Mai frowned and said, "How about using the power of the blue crystal? I guess that can make you last for a long time." ”

"No, that would be counterproductive. The more energy I provide, the more I will be treated as a double sacred tree. The blue crystal should be able to hold me up, but at the cost of being a pure energy channel. I need to keep my balance, too much energy might turn me into a sacred tree. ”

"Then what are you going to do? No, I'll just let the car out, you go in and hide, and it's no problem to isolate the environment. ”

"Well, that's a solution, but let's talk about it until the last minute. I'm now explaining this misunderstanding with the Force of Nature and adjusting my breath. It may take a while, and I won't be able to show you in the meantime. ”

"No problem, you just have to pay attention to yourself. What I need more is your wisdom, so it's good to have a conversation. However, even if you need to sleep completely, it's okay to say in advance that I'll settle you. ”

Zhao Mai sat on the stump of a tree, wearing nothing more than tattered iron shield armor, but he was still angry—if it weren't for the hellhound with the expression of a family dog deducting points. The poor nameless little tribe had nothing good, and an older orc brought over a clay pot with something dark and brown.

A couple of roasted potatoes that were a little charred, a chunk of sweet potatoes, a roast bird of unknown breed, and two palm-sized fish, of course, were also grilled. The village is not far from the saltwater lake, so there are some coarse grains of salt sprinkled on it. Zhao Mai suddenly remembered his first pot of gold in Gralion, let himself be targeted by the dwarfs, and let himself kill for the first time.

Without saying a word, he frightened the orc, put down the plate and hurried out, and ran back again in less than five seconds. This time she held a handful of withered yellow leaves in her hand, which she placed squarely next to the plate.

"Tobacco, do you still have this kind of thing here?" Zhao Mai waved his hand: "You don't need to bring me this kind of thing, it makes sense to have a variety of food and food." ”

"My lord, it was the leader of Mulu Yellow Fang who asked us to pay tribute, and if the quality and quantity did not satisfy him, no amount of food would count. ”

"Mugura Yellowfang, what is that, centurion, thousand-mile?"

"It's also a ten-master, but it was originally before the ranking of Steel Fist. ”

"I see, ignore him. Zhao Mai brushed aside the tobacco leaves, picked up the roast bird and put it under his nose to sniff. Reserve grain turned his head and looked at Zhao Mai with a blank look, the meaning of which was quite obvious. "I really can't help you, so hungry?" he first cast a druid spell to purify the food, making sure that the food in his hand would not spoil his stomach before throwing it to the dog.

"What are you looking at, don't you eat yourself?" Zhao Mai snorted and drove the female orc out.

According to the custom of the orcs, the more they can eat and fight, the stronger and more respected this orc will be. Even if it's the kind of special fight but the amount of food is small, such as the orc heavy crossbow sniper. Their combat effectiveness is good, but they are not as good as the fat giants.

"Ah Liang, I have food in reserve here, do you want to eat something normal?"

With the roast bird in his mouth, he moved a few steps away from Zhao Mai and looked at him with a vigilant eye. Zhao Mai's reserve food is naturally the ones that exist in the psychic ability space, and since it was called "rumination" by Zhao Mai, the reserve food is no longer interested in them. "No one else's dog will dislike it, and it's not really chewed by me or whatever!"

For this inexplicable cleanliness habit, Zhao Mai has nothing to do. In order to gain the respect of the orcs, he had to eat all the food in front of him. Relying on a strong digestive system, with the teeth open and closed, a pot of things is only a matter of ten minutes. Whether it is potatoes or sweet potatoes, the taste is unsatisfactory, it is no problem to fill the stomach, and it is impossible to satisfy the appetite of the tongue.

Although I haven't seen the full picture of the orcs yet, judging from this basic state, the living conditions of the orcs have not improved much from the Mirko period, and it seems to be even worse. Zhao Mai is still the food production area of Mordor, if you can't eat enough here, then other places ......

When Zhao Mai was thinking about these questions, the reserve grain sniffed, and suddenly stood up, looking very excited. This is certainly not the enemy, otherwise the reserve would have sounded a warning. Zhao Mai concentrated the natural force on his nose to strengthen his sense of smell, and then smelled a smell of roast mutton, and there was cumin!

This is absolutely unbearable! Zhao Mai kicked open the rag curtain, picked up a brick from the ground casually, sniffed and followed the smell. The orcs of his "tribe" did not have such a superb sense of smell, so they didn't know what was going on, but according to instinct, they still picked up the weapons in their hands and followed behind Zhao Mai.

After walking for dozens of meters, the smell became stronger, and now everyone understood what was going on, and they couldn't help but get excited. Grabbing meat to eat, this kind of thing also happened a few times during the Steel Fist period, but the meat of Steel Fist was snatched away. If you grab the natural person, everyone has a share, if you don't grab it, you will just be beaten, which is commonplace for orcs.

Turning over a small hill, Zhao Mai faced a valley, where there was also an orc tribe, three times larger than the tribe of Steel Fist, but it was only the level of a ten-master. Zhao Mai looked at the old, weak, sick and disabled behind him, and until this time, no one jumped out and said: "King, no, it's XXX in front, it's not appropriate to do it." "Well, for the former leader who just killed them and ascended to the throne, Zhao Mai didn't expect them to really produce something called "loyalty", besides, eating is greater than the sky, and the leader can die.

"Leave the sheep behind, all!"