Wen Jiming looked at the long-famous orc race in front of him, and tried to connect him with some kind of game.

There are no obvious protruding fangs, bad reviews!

Strong but full of strength, wrapped in green skin tendon meat, looks very strong.

Blood Axe Daru, because he was used to seeing the planet Talama, those tall natives, suddenly came such a small man, and he was really a little unaccustomed.

According to the title introduced by the high priest, he asked Wen Jiming.

"Hello Priest Wen, how much food did you bring this time?"

Wen Jiming can actually understand it! It is likely that Qiao's father taught him the art of speech, and this time it worked. So he replied in the same language.

"A total of 800,000 stones."

After hearing this, Blood Axe Daru immediately smiled, first, there was more food than he requested, and second, the other party actually answered in his own language.

"Great, I'll send someone to bring the money!"

Saying this, he was suddenly a little embarrassed, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, and then showed a restrained smile.

"That, you may not recognize our money, so what I sent will be a precious metal equivalent to your money, both gold and silver, and magic crystals, depending on which one you like."

Precious metals are good, then I didn't make another fortune out of thin air!

Thinking of this, Wen Jiming smiled.

"It doesn't matter at all, you don't need to send someone to send it, it's so troublesome, we'll just send the food to you, and then we'll settle it on the spot."

"That's embarrassing, it's so thoughtful!"

The honest orc chieftain was obviously moved by Wen Jiming's warmth and thoughtfulness, and hurriedly bid farewell to the high priest Santesia and took Wen Jiming's convoy to his camp.

The camp of the Blood Oath Tribe is less than thirty kilometers away from the main city of Iemia. It took an hour for the convoy to reach the camp in Daru.

The convoy was taken directly into the logistics camp of the Blood Oath Tribe, and when the convoy stopped, it was immediately surrounded by thousands of orc boys who had been waiting for a long time, and began to unload from the car.

Daru sent an invitation to Wen Jiming.

"Priest, please come and rest in my big tent, we have prepared excellent wine and food for you, and we will leave it to our subordinates."

Wen Jiming expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you so much, please first."

As soon as he entered Daru's military tent, Wen Jiming found that there were already several elderly orcs sitting in the military tent, and the war chief hurriedly introduced the several old men sitting inside to the guests one by one, and showed that Wen Jiming could speak their orc language, which naturally aroused everyone's favor.

When Daru introduced the last old man with crane bones and chicken skin, it particularly attracted Wen Jiming's attention.

"Priest Wen, this is our tribe, the most revered demon Grand Karcist, Master Duvagu."

The thin and tall old man smiled and nodded to Wen Jiming, and said very politely.

"Good day, Mr. High Priest, it looks like we're walking together."

"Good day, esteemed Master Duwagu."

Daru goes on to introduce the Demon Grand Karcist.

"Master Duwagu, the pride of our tribe, the thirteenth-order Grand Karcist, will soon be promoted to Legend!"

The little priest Wen Jiming hurriedly expressed his yearning for it.

"Oh, I don't know if I can get the guidance of the Grand Karcist, I still don't know anything about demonic arts."

The thin old man was obviously pleased with Wen Jiming's studious attitude.

"Then don't leave in a hurry, come to my tent when you're done, and we'll have a good talk."

Wen Jiming never expected that he would be humble and hit it crookedly, and he couldn't help but be a little happy.

"The younger generation will definitely visit, and I hope that the seniors will teach me more."

In fact, theoretically speaking, the demon warlock is just a branch of the psychic warlock, but when Wen Jiming's father-in-law taught Wen Jiming, the magic he taught did not involve the aspect of demon magic, which inevitably made Wen Jiming feel some regrets.

If he could learn some knowledge and techniques in this area from this old man this time, Wen Jiming would naturally be unable to ask for it.

Daru ordered someone to inform the room to set up the banquet, but after a while, a banquet with obvious orc characteristics was placed in Daru's big tent.

On the orc banquet, most of them are meat, and basically pork-based, Wen Jiming actually found dishes similar to braised pork, obviously in terms of cooking technology, orcs are much richer than the cooking techniques on many continents in the other world.

It can be seen from the seasoning of the dishes that the taste of the orcs is relatively heavy, and none of the dishes here are light, but Wen Jiming doesn't care about these, as long as it is delicious for him, he likes it.

The unkindness of the young guests was loved by all the old men, and an old orc priest specially poured Wen Jiming a glass of beer.

"Come young man, and try our own blood oath beer."

Wen Jiming, who had received a traditional education, hurriedly stood up and took the beer handed over by the old man with both hands.

This move undoubtedly made the old men love the young man in front of them even more.

Wen Jiming took a few sips of beer, the main dishes made him a little thirsty, after a few sips of beer, he felt that this blood beer must be draft beer, the degree is really very light, but it is suitable for people who love beer to drink.

With a move in his mind, Wen Jiming took out a few bottles of various wines from the storage ring, and then put them in front of everyone, opened a bottle of two pots, poured a glass for each of the old people and Daru, and then said.

"This is a liquor from my own hometown, and I will give it to the elders and the Daru chieftains."

Sure enough, the attitude of the orcs towards the spirits was quite enthusiastic, and Wen Jiming really guessed correctly.

Daru himself dried the liquor in front of him, the small wine glass, let the spicy and stimulating sensation flow down his throat to his stomach, and then his whole body began to warm up.

"It's exciting! That's the kind of wine orcs should drink! ”

All the old men nodded at the same time, agreeing with this statement.

Daru then turned to Wen Jiming and asked.

"Priest Wen, can you continue to provide food supplies, if you can, bring more of this wine here, and we will buy it together."

Wen Jiming was overjoyed when he heard this, it seemed that the orcs had a very great need for food, so he asked.

"Chief Daru, can you tell me how much food you need, and I can raise it according to your needs."

Daru listened, and began to count as he spoke about the numbers.

"To be honest, I don't know exactly how much it will take, and I've just been promoted to War Chief, so I don't know much about the supply of the army."

"You help you calculate, at present, including our tribe, our advance army has a total of 2.6 million people, and another 500,000 will come at the end of next month, and our orcs themselves have a large amount of food, plus the current shortage of meat supply, food consumption will naturally increase a lot."

"So, I don't know the exact numbers needed by so many armies, I don't think it's as good as this, you can get as much as you want, there is absolutely no problem with money, what we have is gold, silver and spars!"

When Wen Jiming heard this number, he couldn't help but admire the ability of the high priest of Imia. He was able to invite so many troops from the outer continent to help him deal with the enemies of the Imian tribe.

He didn't know that in fact, these orcs were not from the other world where Wen Jiming was located at all, but all from distant time and space!

Naturally, the orcs don't go around publicizing that they are not natives, and they want everyone on this plane to identify with them.

Wen Jiming calculated the total amount of food needed in his heart, if according to the calculation of ancient China, a person eats thirty catties of grain per month, and three months is about one stone, and orcs obviously can't calculate it like this.

If each of them is calculated with one stone of grain per month, 3.1 million people will need 3.1 million stone a month, and after digging up the 800,000 stone they have sent, they will need to send another 2.3 million stone of grain.

I'm going to make a fortune! Wen Jiming couldn't help but be ecstatic.

So he said to Daru.

"I'll go back and collect another 2.3 million stone of grain, and then send it together next time, and I'll see how much more I need when the time comes."

Daru was also overjoyed when he heard this!

He hurriedly called someone over and asked him to quickly report the news to the headquarters of the advance army.

Then thanked Wen Jiming.

"Priest Wen, thank you for helping us solve a great problem, you will be our eternal friend of the Blood Oath Tribe in the future!"

So in this way, two people from different time and space, different races, began to form a good friendship relationship!

The old men were also very happy, especially the tall and thin Great Warlock, who was even more pleasing to the eye when he saw Wen Jiming.

Daru suddenly remembered something important, so he put down the wine glass in his hand and asked Wen Jiming.

"By the way, can the priest help purchase some potions, our army is in urgent need of these things now, because our pharmacists are not very familiar with the herbs here, and the demand of the army is too great."

Wen Jiming naturally has no problem.

"What are the main potions you need at the moment?"

Daru thought about it for a moment, then replied.

"The greatest demand is the antidote, our main enemy at the moment is the Zerg, and the number of poisoned soldiers is quite large. There are also a lot of potions to restore mana, and these two potions are currently the most in short supply. ”

Wen Jiming nodded in agreement.

"I'll leave this to me, I'll go and buy it for you."

At this time, a burly orc officer walked in from the outside and reported.

"War chief, all the grain has been unloaded, exactly 800,000 stones."

At this time, the banquet was basically over, everyone had eaten and drunk well, Daru turned his head to look at Wen Jiming, and then said

"Priest Wen, let's go out together and count the precious metals paid to you."

Wen Jiming listened, and walked out of the military tent with Dalu, only to see the open space outside the military tent. Whole boxes of gold and silver are piled on top of each other. In the sunlight, it sparkles and gives off a charming color.

He then ordered his men to count the precious metals on the ground.

He stood aside, accompanied by Daroud, and watched his men count the amount of gold and silver.

A few minutes later, Wen Jiming's men counted the gold and silver on the ground, and then calculated the full value.

A steward came to Wen Jiming and reported the final result.

"Lord, it's all been calculated, and it's exactly a precious metal worth 800,000 gold talons."

This is the end of the whole deal.

When Wen Jiming returned to the military tent with Daru, the wizened demon warlock sent an invitation to Wen Jiming.

"Go, Priestess, and sit down in my tent."

Wen Jiming followed the demon warlock and came to the warlock's own tent not far away.

The emaciated old warlock, after the servant brought the tea, said bluntly to Wen Jiming.

"I've reached the bottleneck of being promoted soon, and I need a lot of knowledge of other branches of warlocks, so I want to take the notes of the demon warlocks I have learned over the years, and exchange the knowledge of the warlock branch you have learned with Priest Wen, I wonder if Priest Wen is interested?"

Of course, Wen Jiming couldn't ask for it, and immediately agreed to the old warlock's request, and the old man smiled happily when he saw this, and then handed Wen Jiming a thick stack of notes.

Wen Jiming also took out the warlock's notes he had copied from his storage ring, handed them to the elderly warlock with both hands, and a pure academic exchange was reached.

Next, both of them looked at each other's notes, and at the same time kept asking each other for advice on what they didn't understand in their notes.

Time passed without realizing it, and the two finally read all of each other's notes.

The emaciated old man closed his notebook and began to meditate with his eyes closed.

After a few minutes, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with a light that he had never seen before, and he exclaimed.

"Your knowledge has helped me a lot, and I feel that if I experience it in a few days, I may be able to advance!"

Wen Jiming sincerely wishes.

"Then congratulations in advance, I will return to my own continent tomorrow, because there is still a large amount of food, waiting for me to prepare for the operation, I hope that when I come here, you have already been promoted!"

The old man was already happy at this time, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he decided to help Wen Jiming.

"I think so, I'll help you sign a demon now, your level is not high now, if you sign it yourself, you can't find a high-level demon, if I help you, it will definitely be no problem!"

After Wen Jiming heard this, he was immediately eager to try.

"Okay, then thank you Master!"

The two walked out of the old man's tent, and the thin old man first drew a magic circle to isolate the outside world, and then took out a demon altar from the storage bag and put it on the ground.

Then, in front of the altar, the old man drew a six-pointed star summoning circle, and then took out a dozen candles from the storage bag and placed them on the corners of the six-pointed star and the middle of the demon altar.

After lighting the candle, the old man finally placed a blue magic crystal the size of a goose egg in the center of the demon altar, and then said to Wen Jiming.

"It's time to summon it, follow the ritual of summoning the superior demon in my notebook, don't make a mistake in pronouncing the spell."

Wen Jiming immediately opened the notebook that the old man gave him, and according to the spell written on it, he used the abyss demon language to start reciting the summoning spell, and the old man walked behind Wen Jiming, and pressed his finger against the back of Wen Jiming's heart, and a powerful magic force penetrated through his back.

The magic power that Wen Jiming used to summon instantly strengthened, and the two warlocks, all staring at the demon altar without blinking!

Suddenly an indescribable, shiny, black with a brilliant glow of pink in it, suddenly erupted on the altar!