Even the Giant Demons treat their wounds like this, with little exception.

Passed down according to instinct and experience.

Charlotte has personally witnessed that a one-centimeter wound, with blood like a column, will recover in less than two days after being smeared.

Orc herbology should also be regarded as a treasure trove of medicine in the Oka continent, right?

Charol couldn't wait to apply for a World Heritage Site on their behalf.

It's a pity that there are no such awards in this world.

"In the orc kingdom, there is only experience, no theory.

All development is illusory, unpredictable, and depends on luck. ”

Charol was moved and began her first diary after the crossing.

Tancello wrote, why can't he Charol?

It's not Tan Sero who writes a diary alone!

He, Charlotte, is also very good at writing.

In the true and false, with a little feeling, whoever has a good writing will have a reason.

Whether it is the other world or the real world in which I lived in my previous life, there is no such thing as truth.

The same strength is respected.

Whoever has the big fist has the final say.

"In the fourth five or six years of the new calendar, I don't know how this guy changed the calendar, it is according to the revolution and rotation of the sun and the moon.

Or is it a blind change.....

I'm confused, and I don't know how to calculate.

It is said that in ancient legends, there were two moons, both the old moon and the new moon, competing to shine.

There are many territories named after the moon in the kingdom, such as Crescent Town, Double Moon Town, Silvermoon Town, and countless others.

The only thing that made Charol feel pity was the old moon town, which was originally called Double Moon Town, what a good name.

As a result, after disappearing for a moon, the high priest of the realm believed that it was a punishment from Mother Earth.

Is it because you feel that the name is too big to suppress, so you changed your name?

On the thin paper, Charlotte writes non-stop with the pen invented by Centró the Great.

The paper pen was rudimentary, but Charelle didn't mean to look down on it in the slightest.

A small fountain pen, whether it is a water packaging tube, a nib tip, or even an internal thread or an external thread, is a work of industrial integration!

The pinnacle of industrial civilization!

It's like a small lighter, a few cents a piece, many people look down on it, but no one has ever thought that such a thing actually has more than 20 accessories!

In the modern world, countries that can have a complete lighter industry chain are in the single digits.

Not to mention being in a different world of feudal society!

Tan Sero, a liberal arts student, can piece together so many things, it is indeed not easy.

Even if it was the fire robbery he ridiculed before, he had to admit that it was the crystallization of wisdom and the pinnacle of human industry.

Similarly, in modern society, most countries can't make a hook-like structure.

There are so many industrial categories involved.

A simple "injection molding" is an insurmountable high mountain hill.

"I really can't deeply explore the core values of human civilization shaped by Tancello the Great, and the way people think and act in the face of challenges and crises.

I'm a poor orc now, and I'm only trying to draw strength and inspiration from it, thinking about the future direction of my people, orc society, and civilization....."

Under the dim oil lamp, Charlotte kept plowing.

Write what comes to mind.

"Orcs are certainly not monotheistic religions, and there are no less than a dozen open gods!

Undisclosed, for fear of humans and orcs shouting and fighting, hiding in the shadows of darkness....."

"I can't understand either, anyway, I'm a human being, I stick to my heart and don't do anything hurtful!"

When he was done, he breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the paper in a cotton cloth and hid it in a hollowed-out wall.

He writes in Chinese characters.

Surely it must not be discovered by humans or orcs.

After hiding, he lay down on the kang and felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

Since the crossing, he has been almost suffocated.

Whether it's excitement or pain, there's nowhere to tell.

If nothing else, this diary will be his outlet for expressing dissatisfaction and indignation.

"Brother,"

Pationo suddenly appeared behind Charol, "I'm going to join the security team too!" ”

"Xiulin and Aujin don't know where they went, Cather and I went to earn money, and you are the only man left in the family, Mom, Nanny, Adonis, all need you, stay at home well."

Charol thought of her brothers again, and none of them were reliable!

There's not much he can really rely on!

Life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky.

"I'm a warrior!

Give all my loyalty! ”

Pation was unconvinced, "Mother Earth and the Ancestors will not allow me to be so cowardly.

Brother! ”

He didn't understand why his brother didn't understand him so much!

"You are the oldest, the Mother Earth and the ancestors are so used to having so many shortcomings and stinky problems with you!"

Charol walked out of the house straight after speaking.

Standing on the top of a high mountain, looking at the endless green grasslands and forests, he really wanted to roar!

Vent all your grievances at once.

The winter wheat in the Bolin Valley, unlike the Songfeng Ling, which encountered a flood and withered, had no harvest, and at this moment the wheat seedlings in the Bolin Valley are facing the wind and the sun, and they are thriving.

Charlotte tugged at a freshly pulped ear of wheat, put it under her nose, and sniffed it gently.

"There will definitely be a good harvest this year."

He has lived by the Huai River since he was a child, either floods or droughts, and the land there has suffered too much.

When the harvest was unsatisfactory, grandma would always secretly hide and cry, and never let him see it.

Where it is like this black soil, just sow a handful of seeds, there is no drought, no flood, even if it is harvested by the sky, it will not be far off.

It's just that the variety of wheat is not good, and it is difficult to swallow.

The permafrost melts.

The Boling Valley ushered in the first human mercenary group.

Charol led the orcs, and the gongs and drums were noisy and lively.

The human mercenary group of the Morin Empire, as soon as they left Nord City, got the news that Charlotte had established an umbrella insurance company.

After passing through Anheling and Extinguishing Castle, they thought they would rob their orcs, but they just stood on the side of the road and introduced them to the preferential policies of the insurance company.

Try now, pay later!

For them, getting from Nord City to the Boling Valley has never been smoother.

None of the orcs stopped their way.

It was so easy to reach the Boling Valley, the bridgehead between the orc kingdom and the frozen forest.

After getting cheap, they no longer hesitated and directly handed over ninety-eight gold coins!

It's a big deal to sell a few more iron tools, and collect a little more hides, or a specialty of the frozen forest.

Even if it's just one magic core!

You can't lose any money!

"I don't understand you guys, why are you so irritable when you can talk to them well!

Do you have a grudge against money? ”

Charol chased after the Minotaur to fight.

These guys can't be successful if they don't fight!