Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Chapter 288

[Blood and Horn] The first round of the battle ended in a rather strange way, while the outsider Dorn progressed smoothly.

After the end of the battle, several tauren controlled by Dorn [Yu Meng] woke up as many as possible.

Among them, Alistar was originally the candidate who was expected to impact the final winner in this [Blood and Horn] competition. It was so unclear at the beginning of the first round, which made this strong and good fighting tauren quite annoyed.

However, Alistar won’t take out his Dorn with hatred for this, but sincerely feels ashamed of his inferior skills.

After all, five hits and one was easily wiped out by the anti-killing group, there is really no face to hate others.

After leaving the arena, several tauren led by Alistar were all called away by Chief Kane.

Inside the chief’s long room.

The defeated Alistas, as well as Kane, Tamara, and a group of tauren Elder gathered here.

The Alista five were describing to the Elder regiment how they felt in combat from a first-person perspective after they played against Donne.

“You mean, you all fell asleep after being attacked by that heavy black air? Are you still dreaming?”

After listening to the post-war summary of Alistar and others, Tamara Shaman frowned and stroked a few toba on the witch staff: “What kind of dream is it?”

“A…sweet dream.” Alista scratched the back of his head with a thick finger embarrassingly.

The old shaman condensed his eyes, and then waved the witch staff, and the colorful bird feathers on the heads of the staff were shaking.

Together with the dove feathers on the light feather net in the long room, which acted as the light source, they began to shake.

A strong surge of magical power overflowed from the witch wand.

Afterwards, the consciousness of the five tauren including Alistar began to become a little fuzzy, but they felt very comfortable, as if someone was giving a gentle deep massage to their brains.

“What did you see in your dream?” Tamara said again.

Alistar’s consciousness was blurred. He felt that the old shaman’s words were suddenly far and near, and layered on top of each other, with heavy echoes.

“I saw a lot of water first, many, many… Oh, that should be called [sea]…” Under the guidance of the shaman, Alista tried to describe what she saw in her dream.

However, in this young tauren who has been obsessed with fighting since childhood, there is no such word as [海].

This kind of vocabulary used to describe the outside world usually only exists in ancient books of Minotaur. Only high-rank intellectuals like tauren like shamans have the opportunity to come into contact with them.

He can use this word because at this moment, the Tamara Shaman is in common with the young tauren in consciousness.

Moreover, as the states of Alistar and others gradually relax and do not actively resist, the old shaman can directly read their consciousness and find what they saw in their dreams when they were fighting.

So, the Tamara Shaman saw–

Continuous sea water, surging waves.

I saw the manned three-masted sailing ship riding the wind and waves; I saw the morning light shining, setting the sea surface golden; I saw the starry sky melted in the sea…

Then her gaze stretched farther and farther away.

She saw the human towns, saw towering towers and clock tower buildings, saw the concerts filled with human seats, and heard the melodious sound of musical instruments.

In a daze, Tamara Elder could still see a human town with falling snow.

The streets of the town are not spacious, covered with white snow.

There are two restaurants open on both sides of the street, one of which is decorated in red and bustling with people.

You can see a mouthful of a peculiarly shaped copper pot, with hot red soup surging in it, and humans boil all kinds of ingredients into the red soup.

Even, not only can I see, Tamara can also smell the strong scent of soup, and the taste of various meats that have been blanched.

“No wonder, Alista would say it is a beautiful dream.” Tamara sniffed the food aroma in the consciousness of Alista and others, and smacked his lips.

After reading the dreams of Alistar and others, the old shaman stopped casting spells.

Several young tauren woke up instantly.

“How, how? Tamara, did you see anything?” When Chief Kane and several tauren Elder saw this, they immediately surrounded the shaman.

No way, in the entire group, only a few people including Tamara knew how to use spells.

And the only one who is proficient in the spells related to consciousness and dreams is the shaman Tamara alone.

“The human child named Dorn is showing them the outside world.” The old shaman said, and there was light in the old pupil.

In fact, in the dream consciousness that I just saw, there are many scenes of Tamara Shaman who stayed in the maze of ruins all his life, which is completely indistinguishable.

But this does not hinder the desirable degree of those scenes.

Good things are always empathetic.

“The outside world is really good, I really want to see it with my own eyes.” The old shaman let out a long sigh of relief.

“Uh, Tamara, I don’t think we should sigh at this time, but should talk about your evaluation of the ability of Mr. Donne.” Chief Kane shook the bull’s head.

“Oh, yes, yes.” Tamara rarely refuted or ridiculed his old partner. She recovered from the reverie: “The ability of Mr. Donne is very strong. According to what I have just felt, he is very good at dreams. The ability to control is far above me.”

Chief Kane and the Tauren Elder listened to each other speechlessly, all looking thoughtful.

With the spatial ability to access items at will, Tamara’s dream control ability beyond the reach of the dust… What kind of surprise will Mr. Donne bring to the Minotaur tribe?

Perhaps, he is really the chosen son who can lead the race and defeat the Cretan Bulls?

There was a long silence in the chief’s room.

Afterwards, Chief Kane suddenly realized that his group of old guys opened their mouths and closed their mouths all about the foreign Mr. Don.

The five newly defeated young people in the house were left out in the cold.

This will definitely make them feel wronged and unbalanced.

So this old but delicate tauren chief spoke, breaking the silence, and taking the initiative to care about Alistar and others:

“Little calves, did you feel unwell after being attacked by those black qi? If you feel something is wrong, tell it now, and I will treat you.”

“There is nothing wrong with the body.” Alistar was the first to answer. “What I have to say is that under the influence of Mr. Donne, my butt hurts a little when I wake up.”

When Alista was controlled by Dorne with [入梦], he sat on the ground with his hips back.

This sturdy body slams on the ground, and it will hurt. That is inevitable.

Very reasonable.