Luckily, it's evening, and the pigsty isn't a nice place, so not many people come here to relax.

Hurry up and jump out of the unclean place, the water system cleaning technique once again shows its might, removing stains without leaving traces, it is really a good companion for naughty children and a good helper for young mothers.

In magic, as long as it is not a battle system with people, there are still many convenient and not too difficult tricks, such as the cloud technique, which can shroud a white mist around you and block your vision.

Of course, this is just a quick expedient measure, the clouds cover the body, and if you run fast, you will run out, and compared to the possibility of being looked at cheaply, Ivy's own cold insecurity is the problem that needs to be solved.

Things have to be done step by step, at least for now, and we can cover it up a little more calmly.

Although she has a talent for water, at Freya Academy, Ivy focuses most on earth magic, which is the best choice made after combining practicality and difficulty.

It's still very simple to make yourself a set of earth armor without considering defense and just covering your body.

However, because her stomach was so hungry, Ivy did not have the energy to study the details of the earth armor, and the hastily made earth shell was like a large gourd, with her head and arms sticking out from above, and two feet sticking out from the bottom to walk.

"It's time to find something to eat, but the more you look at this place, the less it looks like an ordinary village. Ivy looked at her surroundings and frowned slightly.

A little observation reveals that even the fence of the pigsty is made of animal ribs.

Some other small shacks, not to mention broken doors. They are all made of whole or broken bones, mixed with clay and straw, and are obviously used for mixed days.

Generally speaking, even if there are weirdos who like to show something different. The use of bones as ornaments does not mean that the most ordinary bones are used for ordinary purposes in an ordinary way.

Ivy could understand that someone had worked so hard to build a palace of bones, but she didn't think there was any point in building a small shack and thanklessly building it out of bones.

People who show individuality tend to be paranoid and perfectionists, people who can't possibly use unique materials, but then crudely cobble together some household item and then reluctantly use it.

All right. This kind of person refers to the legendary necromancer.

But necromancers are also mages, and although they can create ugly zombies and terrifying and deadly viruses, they are arrogant people who think highly of themselves. Necromancers pay more attention to grace than ordinary magicians.

According to the various written materials that Ivy has read as "miscellaneous histories", you may find a scruffy, unconventional master or alchemist, but you will never see a necromancer unkempt.

Therefore, the scene in front of us is indiscriminate, using broken bone fragments as production materials. It won't be the way of the so-called necromancer.

Perhaps another piece of evidence that could be more convincing is that Ivy doesn't feel any magical fluctuations around her.

If the necromancer represents the horror of indifference, horror, and loneliness, then the horror in front of you is closer to the shock of barbarism, primitiveness, and blood, and the two styles are completely different.

"Let's analyze it, then. The inhabitants of this area, with their extreme aversion to productive labor, have only the instincts to kill and plunder. Therefore, they have no pursuit of daily life, and only hastily scoop the remains of sacrifices as simple tools. At the same time, it also expresses their disdain and ridicule of the weak, and it is not wrong to say that this is supposed to be a gathering place for the brutes. Ivy judged with certainty.

The Frost Eagle Empire that she came to in this life happens to be a country that has been fighting with the brutes all year round, so Ivy has access to a lot of books that introduce the habits of the brutes. ...,

Cedar City is a logistical area where there have never been any tragic battles, and Blue Lagoon, Ivy's birthplace, is a well-known tourist attraction on the continent.

However, this does not affect the hatred of the people of the Frosthawk Empire towards the barbarian orcs.

Even if Ivy didn't have a deep sense of identity with the world when she was a child, she often got excited when she read articles describing the atrocities of the brutes.

"I used to think that the hate-pulling articles might be exaggerated, but now it seems that their descriptions are probably true. ”

Ivy dragged the clay husk to the outside of a hut, attracted by the cries of humans.

At the same time, what attracted her was the smell of boiled broth.

The presence of both at the same time was not an appetite, even though Ivy had really been aiming to fill her stomach right away a few minutes ago.

Speaking of which, this is a livestock breeding area, and humans are just the same level of food as pigs and beasts.

For the brute orcs, the sturdy wild monsters are the good ones with chewy heads, and the soft and thin garbage of human beings is only worthy of boiling into a pot of fat> stealing barium condyles >

Ivy kicked open the adobe door made of bone and weeds mixed with mud, and a pungent smell of greasy flesh mixed with visceral dirt gushed out.

The temperature difference between indoor and outdoor causes this protein-rich aerosol to be rich and mellow, and it can be hooked with chopsticks.

Poor Ivy was hungry, but now instead of finding anything to eat, she spat out a mouthful of bile.

It was originally supporting her exhausted body to fight the vampire fern on the tundra, and after the snowball came down, she didn't get a drop of water, and now Ivy was extremely tired, she knelt on the ground and retched, so weak that she didn't even have the strength to lift the clay shell.

There were a total of five humans who had been hooked through their shoulder blades and hung from the ceiling, two of whom had been disemboweled, two of whom were deranged, and only one was dying.

When the only normal person left saw the figure that broke into the door, a small hope rose in their hearts, but they soon found that the star of hope was kneeling on the ground retching, and listening to the voice was still a woman.

The surviving man remembered what he had seen a few hours ago about what would happen to the female vegetable man, and his heart twitched violently, and his life was cut off.

"Where did the female humans come from. Did you just miss it? I actually broke into the kitchen and just happened to have not enough female meat raw materials for side dishes, and I can still have a lot of meat left over after filling up with this female to enjoy myself, haha. ”

The eight-foot-tall orc butcher grabbed Ivy by the hair and lifted her up. Surprised by the strange hard shell on her body: "It is said that humans love to be clean, but how long will it take for this female to take a bath before she becomes what she is now?"

"Well, thank you uncle for standing me up, so that my mind is clearer, otherwise I wouldn't even have the strength to stand up. Ivy limped her hand around the butcher's wrist, and then with her own weight, the mountain-like brute fell headlong into the pot!

The butcher, who was so scalded and screaming, couldn't understand why he involuntarily fell into the pot with an unstable center of gravity by such a soft little hand. And he didn't feel any hindrance in the whole process?

In other words, the Buddha jumped into the pot with all his strength.

Ivy has no strength and no strength, but the real fifth-order high-level fighting spirit special effect will not shrink, even if there is only a trace of salary fighting spirit left. The suppression of the rank is also absolute.

Besides, judging from the fact that the brute butcher struggled a few times after falling into the pot and his head was cooked, this guy was just an ordinary brute orc.

Her arm was also stained with a large amount of hot oil, and Ivy just frowned, not how strong she was, but that this kind of Cheng Dù's burn really didn't cause too much damage to the body that was suffering from the fifth-order fighting qi. ...,

These are all boiling oils made from human flesh. On the surface, it looks like the boiling temperature is not high, but the actual temperature is definitely many times higher than that of boiling water.

Before the fourth order, the brute beasts relied on their super strength and physique, and even in the face of the second and third order human warriors, they were able to defeat a hundred.

But after the fourth order. Humans can already be on an equal footing with the brutes with their fighting skills, or even slightly superior.

As for the higher ranks. The human powerhouse can definitely be one against the one against the brute orcs.

After all, the development of high-level vindictive qi requires an understanding of nature. Cultivating the mind, and the observant nature of human beings can allow them to develop more high-level Douqi special effects.

And the brute orcs will only rely on their innate physique from beginning to end, simply improving their offense and defense, not to mention that the probability of high-level martial artists appearing in them is very rare, and the type of fighting spirit is almost all bloodthirsty intents realized from endless killing, which is single and easy to target.

"What a contradiction, I have such a high-end vindictive grade, but I starved to death because I couldn't walk?"

Looking at the human corpses hanging from the ceiling and piling up in the corners, Ivy was calm.

She had seen some cruel scenes in the Akatsuki Academy, and that time she didn't control her feelings and vented fiercely.

But looking back, that behavior was actually ridiculous, and if you can't see it, you can kill it directly, so why do you have to shout out the second line that you think is handsome?

What's more, to be a muffled gourd, if you can beat it, you can run if you can't beat it, and it won't leave any handles, and it's not like a mouth cannon that will be remembered and turned over and over again as a talking point.

"So, I don't eat you for justice or revenge, but simply because I'm hungry! ”

Ivy fried the half-cooked brute butcher's head into the pot, crackling and splashing with oil.

She let her arm torment in boiling oil, but she didn't say anything more.

Compared to being reborn in the pool of dragon's blood, the pain of this kind of Cheng dù is less than half of the original.

The fifth-order Dou Qi was stimulated to wander away to heal the injury, and it alleviated a lot of pain.

Ivy is no longer stuck in the so-called plan to save fighting energy, she finds that she belongs to the love xù type of martial arts, the more urgent the moment of urgency, the more she can stimulate the potential (kaigua), which is completely different from the precision calculation type of martial arts, at this time she is a little curious about how tenacious she can be.

As for the hot oil boiling in the pot, it is all made by humans, except for the nausea and nausea when Ivy first came into contact, she is not too hypocritical after the official start of the fight.

After all, blowing up your brutal killer with your boiling anger is a kind of sacrifice, isn't it?

After all, I myself bear your grief and indignation, share your pain, and taste your sorrow, don't I?

The premise of the great truth is, first of all, to live.

Taking out the brute beast head that had been fried in oil, Ivy unceremoniously gnawed on it.

Crunchy, chicken-flavored.

Who said that the head should be removed? An Siwei, who ate all kinds of fish heads and duck brains casually in his previous life, said that he had no pressure. (Your support on this site is my biggest motivation.) )