"These are all food!"

"It's delicious!"

"I'm hungry!"

Several ogre warriors stood at the edge of the field with their mouths open with stone mallets, staring at the vast expanse of emerald green in front of them, and at a glance at the field like a thick green carpet. The grains stand proudly in the spring sun, as if they can open their mouths to bite if they can lower their heads. The shaking heads stirred the pure hearts of the ogres like brushes.

Steelmane was no longer surprised, after the Admiral took great pains to make the ogres understand that these "little grass" growing on the ground were edible, every ogre who saw the field was like discovering heaven, and occasionally there would be irrational ogres rushing in to party, but after the Admiral tied up a few stupid people to show the public, the rest became demented.

Steelmane didn't mind these big guys in a daze, although the ogre had a lot of strength, but when it came to harvesting crops, even if they let them put the grain directly into their stomachs, they would sprinkle more than they ate. So they were just here to be on guard and play the role of coolies on the way back.

However, it was a bumper harvest.

Steelmane looked at the green sea in front of him that ebbed and flowed in the wind, and couldn't help but secretly say that so much food was enough for the entire camp to eat for two or three months. It wasn't like the boar people hadn't planted anything before, but they simply found a place to sprinkle the seeds, and when they harvested there were more weeds than fruit.

Of course, he had no intention of eating these grains at all. In fact, I still like the grain mane that I got from that green-skinned dwarf before. However, as the logistics captain of the Blood Mallet Clan, Steelmane knew very well what kind of hands and feet were passive in the field in front of him.

Did Chief Goron really use witchcraft?

The thought of a large lump of slimy liquid that smelled of an unbearable stench of boar people had been poured on the land, Steelmane's cousin was incomparably richer, and he was beside him at the time, and he didn't feel the slightest wave of spell casting from Goron. After the anomaly in front of him could not be explained by magic, Steelmane was also at a loss in his heart, facing the clansmen's cautious side-knocking. He could only deal with the past vaguely.

In short, it was necessary to harvest all the crops in the absence of the chief.

"Hurry up, you idiots!" Steelmane saw a couple of lazy laborers. "You idiots, if the chief hadn't saved you personally, you would have rotted and died. Protect the scythe in your hand, the whole camp will never find the next one!"

Under the reprimand, the laborers felt tired. The movements were fast again, and the healing totems inserted in the fields continued to restore their physical strength, but they could not erase their mental exhaustion. For the first time, for the first time, the laborers felt how terrible the heat flow was so terrifying.

Thorn Snorted coldly, the movement of his hand was very fast, although he was very dissatisfied with the steel mane, but in the name of Goron, he did not stand up to refute.

When the Chief returns, I'll challenge you, Steelmane. You will be defeated by me.

Compared with humans, the height of the wild boar people is just right for harvesting farmland, and their spines are a little bent, and the load on their waists is not large when they are busy, so the efficiency of a wild boar man's hard work is very considerable.

The ribs were buried in the work, and before I knew it, the time was noon. The sacrificial steel mane has left at some point, and he has just come to light the totem. There are so many things going on in the camp, how can you have time to stand here and waste time.

A wild boar-man centurion yelled at his men to organize the laborers to line up to receive dry rations—some fruit, a salted fish, and a few mushrooms.

After receiving the food, he went to the river and lay down to drink a few sips of water, and then brought the fruit to his mouth under his nose, and crunched and ate it cleanly. Then I threw the salted fish in it, closed my eyes and tasted it for a while. He had never imagined that such a simple combination of delicious fish and salt would make him so memorable.

Finally, the stinger looked at the mushroom in his hand suspiciously. He had seen similar plants, but he had never thought that such a strange thing could be eaten. However, the food of the Blood Mallet Clan was all in charge of the Blood Slaughter, and out of respect and trust for the red ogre, Thorn Rib put it in his mouth expectantly.

"This... Be... Meat?" chewing the mushroom, the stinging rib mouth made a snapping sound, and the taste of the mushroom was beyond his expectations. Once again, the red ogre's ability to work with food made Thorn Rib admire.

Are ogres all monsters?

"The mushrooms are delicious!"

"I don't believe it, salted fish is better!"

"I don't believe you'll taste it!

Not far away, the sound of quarrels between ogres was heard, and the hard laborers who had been busy in the fields for several days in a row were no longer strange, for them, it was the right thing to fight for the food they had in hand, and although they could not eat enough, they could fill their stomachs. This is the treatment they have, and the others only have two meals a day.

Thorn Rib blackened his face and threw aside the thoughts in his mind, ogres were monsters in the first place, but the red ogre called Bloodslaughter, and the giant ogre called Admiral, and the Soul Breaker with two heads were even stranger.

Isn't it an ogre, but he doesn't eat people?

Thorn Rib lowered his head, and somewhat blankly ripped off the linen cloth around his waist, the original place where the "Revelation of the Ancestors" existed had been replaced by a simple but mysterious purple mark, and the festering skin had healed again.

His body trembled, and the shame in his heart had once buried him in the tedious and tedious toil, but now it was only slightly weakened.

Chief Golon, I will be your strength.

Tingli gritted his teeth and once again strengthened his heart. He saw with his own eyes the process of Goron's healing of them, and from the beginning to the end, Soul Breaker Goron never gave up on them, checking their wounds every day, lighting healing totems for them regularly, and finally giving them mysterious runes.

Although they don't know why, the Thorn Rib can clearly perceive that every time the Soul Breaker writes runes on them, the magic on their bodies weakens a little. Although the magic of Soul Breaker Goron was simply endless, before that, they were only the lowest warriors, and even had hard labor among them, how could the Assassins not understand the weight of this salvation?

Forgive me for my stupidity, O ancestors. Then, please give me enough strength to guard this clan that is bound to be great.

The stinger swallowed the contents of his mouth, closed his eyes and prayed, the fluctuations of magic faintly appearing in his body. (To be continued.) )