After leaving the dragon mound, Aslan first went to the stream to take a bath, and when he returned to the camp, night had fallen. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Aldevin was cooking a pot of delicious fish soup, and the old cigarette butt was cooking a Mangshan porcupine by the stone stove, and the salivating little phoenix was already waiting impatiently, and when he saw him return, he couldn't help but exclaim, "If you come back so late next time, there will be no dinner left for you!"

Seeing that the little phoenix was anti-customer, Aslan was about to kick it, but the old cigarette butt preemptively asked: "Don't worry about this hairless chicken, let's listen to it, do you think there is anything to gain today?"

Aslan complained: "In addition to the increase in magic and vindictiveness, I also sucked a stinking belly******* and seeing the puzzled expression of my companion, Aslan had to tell what the rough orc had done, he didn't need to add fuel to the vinegar, and he could still cause the camp to laugh."

"When you say that, I remember that there seems to be such an orc in the maple forest a kilometer north of the camp. The old cigarette butt remembered what he had seen this morning when he wandered around, and in the middle of the maple grove was stationed a rough dome tent, and a green-skinned, sturdy orc roasted his breakfast—a large basket of sweet potatoes charred on the outside and tender on the inside

Knowing Nichol's habitat, Aslan smiled maliciously, only to see him suddenly walk towards the northern woods, and at the same time raised the back of his hand, and said, "You eat first, don't wait for me." ”

Aldevin grabbed the spoon and said angrily, "Dinner is ready, where are you going?"

Aslan looked back at her with a playful expression: "I'm going to get revenge." ”

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The events of today's events must be an indelible memory for Nikul, the stubborn black-haired human has sounded the alarm in his heart, he once thought that the orcs were the strongest fighting race in the world, until the black-haired human named Aslan appeared, he realized that the talent for physical strength is not just for orcs.

Although the spiritual coercion of the dragon mound was a big challenge for him, he had been climbing the dragon mound for more than half a month, but the fact that Aslan had surpassed him in just ten days had already shocked him.

But orcs are proud, and even the most powerful opponents will only grow stronger and braver, so Nikul firmly believes that as long as he bakes this pile of sweet potatoes and eats them all, then Aslan will not expect to surpass him tomorrow.

That's right, eat this pile of sweet potatoes that are roasted on the outside and tender on the inside!

Nikoil could already imagine a comical image: Aslan, who was about to overtake him, gradually showed a triumphant expression, and then a leak sounded, and he could guess what Aslan had eaten tonight.

In the round stove made of stones, the red charcoal stars splashed wantonly, and the aroma of sweet potatoes overflowed into his nose, Nikole grabbed a sweet potato from the mouth of the stove, and gently pulled it, the yellow and clear filling was revealed to his eyes, he took a bite, chewed a few times, and swallowed it into his stomach, with a satisfied look on his face.

Feeling an earth-shattering turbidity brewing in his stomach, Nikul's eyes began to flash with a touch of cunning, although he had decided to use a stinky fart tomorrow against Aslan, who was trying to surpass him, but at this moment this turbidity in his stomach was to be used against another target.

It all started with what happened in the evening, after he left the dragon mound and returned to the camp, he was covered in sweat and stenched and planned to take a shower first, but when he went to the stream, he actually saw his brother, the chief of the Yanhu tribe, Hobart Zhange!

Nichol was surprised to meet Hobart in the Mirror Realm, knowing that once the Yanhu tribe lost the chieftain's guard, it would definitely be swallowed up by the rest of the powerful tribes, which was why he chose to leave the tribe and go out. He knew very well that only by becoming a strong man and going back to assist Hobart would the people of the Yanhu tribe not have to live a life under the fence.

As we all know, the orcs are located in the northeast of the pinnacle mountain range, and their territory is adjacent to the dwarven cities in the easternmost part of the eastern soil, and although they claim to have 8 million people, these fighting races have established 30,000 tribes through various totemic beliefs.

Roland's last ruler, the late Wilhelm the Great, once said that if the orc tribes could abandon their faith and truly unite together, then the banner of humanity would never be planted in the territory of the orcs.

The meaning of this sentence is very clear, although the orc race is a race with strong combat effectiveness, but the totemic beliefs that are hostile to each other make the tribes have evil intentions. In times of human invasion, the orcs will choose to defend themselves against strong enemies, but in times of peace, these big men are happy to fight civil wars.

As an orc with pure blood, Nikul didn't care about what the other races said about the orcs, because he knew that no race could understand the orc tribe's determination to be unified, which was why the orc tribes continued to fight for annexation.

"One day, the banner of the Yanhu tribe will fly wildly over the 30,000 tribes!" Nichol swore to the sky, his loud roar echoing through the maple forest.

It was only a moment later that he walked towards the stream hidden in the woods, and now he had one more thing to do—to smoke the water ghost disguised as Hobart out of the stream.

After Nikol got away from the hide-dome tent, Aslan, who had been hiding in the canopy, jumped into the mud, only to see him look at the stone stove outside the tent and say ill-willedly: "Silly big man, I'm going to let you fart enough at once!"

After saying that, Aslan poked out a purple-leaved plant from the Void Ring, which he had specially picked on the way here, and in the Dungeon of Ironback Mountain, the doctors liked to grind this purple-leaved plant into powder and then prescribe it to the elderly who were often constipated due to intestinal blockage.

When Nikoel beat the water ghost who was almost smoked to death, he didn't know that he had an extra condiment for his baked sweet potato......

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