Hundreds of bonfires lit up in the open space in front of the space-time rift every so far away, and the blazing bonfires lit up the place as if it were day.

At the same time, in the dirt of the clearing, there was a thick layer of half-dried blood, and those unknown minced flesh and organs everywhere, and the wonderful smell of them being roasted under the heat of the bonfire made all the orcs and elves wrinkle their noses.

A sulfurous aura peculiar to the abyssal hell was also stimulated from the gradually scorched bloodstains, and except for Xiao Hei and the other black dragons, who showed a look of intoxication on their faces, no one else could stand this.

Even so, the orcs and elves present were forced to endure the nausea in their chests, and no one had a slight disagreement on this, and after temporarily losing the function of the tree of life to regulate the temperature, the temperature at night was almost twenty degrees colder than before.

Now they are not used to leaning on the cold city walls, and after so many large bonfires are lit, they have to make the surrounding area much warmer.

The most important thing is that who can be sure that the demons of the Burning Legion on the opposite side will sneak in here while the night is dark, and then be killed by them quietly, you must know that among the demons of the Burning Legion, there are not too few demon races that are good at stealth talent.

Therefore, although the smell is a little unpleasant, it is still bearable for safety, not to mention, their backbone, the little dwarf Master Modo, is now setting an example......

Several rattan baskets containing iron ball bombs were turned over, and after they were put together, a huge tower shield was spread on top of them, and it became a simple dining table for the little dwarf Modo and the two proprietresses.

More than a dozen sturdy large pots were placed on the table made of Tadun, all kinds of processed meat, fresh meat, air-dried sausages, and all kinds of seafood; each pot weighed more than ten catties, and if it weren't for the sturdy rattan baskets, the table would have been crushed by these big fish and meat.

The good food of the Iron Leader militia has always been famous for the surrounding forces, at least except here, in the army of no force, the head chef in charge of cooking is a halfling who is known for his culinary talent.

In such an important battle, the logistics department will naturally not be stingy, and a large number of exquisite ingredients, which are usually rare, were distributed to the field kitchen by the logistics department, and then under the guidance of the head chef of the halfling, they were made into all kinds of delicious food.

It's just that the generosity of the logistics department this time did not achieve the expected effect, except for the bread and vegetable soup that were eaten in small quantities, the big fish and meat full of big pots were actually rarely cared about.

This is mainly because the battlefield is too bloody, although it has been roughly cleaned up by the guard battalion, but it is just throwing the corpse or those large corpse pieces into the space ring.

So in the open space of the battlefield now, there are some scattered organs, small stumps, and even sparse brains, which are completely common and ubiquitous.

At such a distance, except for some orcs with really thick nerves, who could still eat meat, none of the elves present could eat;

Of course, there are exceptions to this, for example, the one that Master Modo eats now is called a Huanshi, hundreds of catties of various meats, the little fox and Medusa are only a little moved, and the one that was all wiped out by the little dwarf is called a clean.

"Master Modo, do you want me to send you another one? "The old kobold Hogan, the former head of Borg Village and now the deputy head of the logistics department, suggested to the little dwarf very respectfully.

When the little dwarf heard this, he gave the other party an affirmative answer: "Of course, let's have another one, today's chef's skills are good." ”

The old kobold Hogan happily took people to the little dwarf, and after filling the simple dining table again, he immediately jumped up and scolded after looking at the hundreds of cauldrons of meat left in the field kitchen, as well as the meat that was basically unchanged in the bowls of many orc militias.

"It's been a good few days, and you really think you're a human noble, right! No one has eaten such good food here, you really forgot, when Master Modo didn't come a few years ago, the days of hunger?"

Pointing to a mastiff officer, the old kobold Hogan continued to scold: "Bob, you are an unlucky child, you have been a rice bucket since you were a child, and your family always can't open the pot when you eat, what's the matter, now that you are an officer, you have forgotten your roots?"

Under the attack of such merciless words, a mastiff officer with a straight uniform, a regimental commander with thousands of musketeers under his command, immediately looked ashamed to find a pit to bury himself, lowered his head and ate the meat in the bowl with a big mouthful, where was the little appetite just now.

Then, the old man pointed to a few kobolds who were once young men in the village, who were now mid-ranking officers in the musketeers, and ruthlessly exposed their original misdeeds, and then, before the old man could continue to rage, all the orcs began to kick off......

Everything that happens during the meal is just a harmless little thing to the little dwarf Modo, and human nature is like this, no matter how beautiful and shocking it may be, after a long time, it will become numb and accustomed to it.

Therefore, the militia, who is accustomed to eating big fish and meat, will not be too surprised at all after having the problem of picky eating.

He believed that these orcs knew in their hearts that although these big fish and big meat no longer made them fanatical and surprised, if they didn't want to continue to return to the original days when they had eaten the last meal but not the next, then they had to work hard for him Master Modo.

The rift in time and space has always seemed very calm under the light of the burning bonfire, and it seems that he is really waiting for reinforcements sent by Akmund as the other commander said, and then give the little dwarf a fatal blow.

This wonderful decision of the commander on the opposite side was undoubtedly very much approved by the little dwarf Modo, and time passed gradually under this easy defense, and after seeing the morning sun rise at dawn, the little dwarf knew that the twenty-four hours of defense time was about to end.

After a day and a night of brewing, the Tree of Life is about to begin to evolve and upgrade.

At this time, the little dwarf suddenly yelled at the space-time rift: "The legion leader on the other side, after dealing with each other for so long, I still don't know what your name is?"

After a brief silence, a voice came from the other side in reply: "Remember the little dwarf Modo, you are opposite the great Burning Legion, the Dreadful Hand Legion under the command of Lord Akmund, I am the Legion Commander Nmar;

"Captain of the Enmar Legion, what are you thinking too much, I hope you can explain all this to your great Lord Akmund when the time comes, and good luck!" the little dwarf had just finished his witty remarks, when he suddenly felt the ground tremble violently.

He knew that the evolution of the Tree of Life had finally begun.