Sword and Magic and Taxi

Ring spirits are the minions of the Demon King Sauron, and their power, life and will are closely connected with the Demon King. When the power of the devil is at a relatively low level, the ring spirit will also enter the "sleep" mode, which greatly reduces the frequency of publicity.

"The Demon King Sauron has not yet prepared any large-scale operations. These orcs belong to the mode of stocking and live according to the pyramid management method inherited in the past." Zhao Mai squeezed his fist and said to Xiaohua and the reserve grain: "A ten husband The long is meaningless to the world situation. You two have three days to adjust to the environment here, and then I will start to fight all the way."

The food reserves are okay, and they are already jumping around Zhao Mai's feet, looking very energetic. Its main problem is that it always sticks out its tongue and sells cuteness, not like a terrible **** dog. Xiao Hua was still a little listless, and replied "Uh-huh" faintly.

"Didn't you absorb the branches of the Double Sacred Tree? And you have lived in Alda's original world for a long time, why haven't you adapted?"

"It is the power of the double sacred tree that is affecting me, otherwise I would have adapted it a long time ago." Xiaohua thought for a while, and described it in a relatively easy-to-understand way: "This world may treat me as a double sacred tree, I ask for energy. I cannot support the light and vitality needs of the entire world."

"This is troublesome. Even if I provide you with energy, I can't support that much!" Zhao Mai frowned and said, "How about the power of the blue crystal? I guess that will keep you going for a long time. "

"No, it would be counterproductive. The more I provide energy, the more I will be treated as a double sacred tree. The blue crystal should be able to support me, but the price is that I will become a pure energy channel. I need to maintain a balance. A lot of energy might really make me a holy tree."

"Then what do you do? If it doesn't work, I will release the car. You can go in and hide. It will be fine to isolate the environment."

"Well, that's a way, but let's talk about it at the last moment. I'm now explaining this misunderstanding with the Force of Nature, and at the same time adjusting my breath. This may take a while, and during this time I won't be able to help you manifestly. Up."

"No problem, you just need to pay attention to yourself. What I need more is your wisdom, so it's good to be able to talk. However, even if you need to sleep completely, it's okay. Say in advance that I can settle you."

Zhao Mai was sitting on the tree stump, wearing only tattered iron shield armor, but he was still terrifying-if it weren't for the hellhound with the domestic dog expression to deduct performance points, it would be better. There is nothing good about this poor little nameless tribe. An older female orc brought a pottery, which contained something dark and brown.

A few roasted potatoes with a little burnt, a large piece of sweet potatoes, a roasted bird of unknown species, and two palm-sized fish, of course they were also roasted. The village is not far from the salt lake, so some coarse salt grains are sprinkled on it. Zhao Mai suddenly remembered his first pot of gold in Glarion, the salt that made him be targeted by dwarfs and made him kill for the first time.

He didn't say a word, frightened the female orc, put down the plate and hurried out, and ran back again within five seconds. This time she held a handful of withered leaves in her hand and placed it upright next to the plate.

"Tobacco? Do you still have this kind of thing here?" Zhao Mai waved his hand: "You don't need to bring me this kind of thing, it makes sense to have a variety of food and food."

"My lord, it's the leader of Muko Huangya who wants us to pay tribute to this. If the quality and quantity cannot satisfy him, no amount of food will count."

"Muck Yellowfang, what kind of guy is that, Centurion? Centurion?"

"I'm also a ten-fighter, but he was originally ahead of the Gang Fist ranking."

"I see, don't pay attention to him." Zhao Mai pulled the tobacco leaves away, picked up the roasted bird and sniffed it under his nose. The reserve grain turned his head and looked at Zhao Mai eagerly, the meaning was quite obvious. "I really can't help you, just so hungry?" He first used the druid spell to purify the food to ensure that the food in his hand would not be eaten up, and then toss it to the dog.

"What do you look at, don't you eat yourself?" Zhao Mai snorted and drove the female orc out.

According to the custom of the orc, the more he can eat and fight, the stronger and more respected the orc. Even the kind of special ability to play but the appetite is small, such as the orc heavy crossbow sniper. Their combat effectiveness is good, but they are not as good as a giant warrior with a fat belly.

"Aliang, I have some food in stock here. Would you like to eat something normal?"

With the roasted bird in his mouth, he moved a few steps away from Zhao Mai and looked at him with alert eyes. Zhao Mai's food reserves are naturally those in the psychic power space. Since Zhao Mai called them "rumination", the food reserves are no longer interested in them. "Other people's dogs will not dislike it, and this is not really chewed by me or something!"

Zhao Mai has nothing to do with this inexplicable habit of cleanliness. In order to gain the respect of the orcs, how could he eat up the food in front of him. Relying on the powerful digestive system, under the opening and closing of the teeth, a pot of things is only a matter of ten minutes. Whether it is potatoes or sweet potatoes, the taste is unsatisfactory, filling the stomach is no problem, and satisfying the appetite is impossible.

Although I haven't seen the full picture of the orcs, judging from the most basic state, the living conditions of the orcs have not improved much from the time of Mirko, and they seem to be worse. Zhao Mai is still Mordor's food production area. If there is not enough food here, then other places...

When Zhao Mai was thinking about these issues, he sniffed the grain reserves and stood up abruptly, looking very excited~www.NovelMTL.com~ This is definitely not the enemy, otherwise the grain reserves would sound a warning. Zhao Mai concentrated the force of nature on his nose to strengthen his sense of smell, and then he smelled a smell of roast lamb, and there was also cumin!

This is absolutely unbearable! Zhao Mai kicked open the rag curtain, picked up a brick from the ground, sniffed and followed the smell and passed. The orcs of his "tribe" didn't have such superb olfactory ability. They didn't know what was going on, but according to their instinct, they still picked up the weapon in his hand and followed Zhao Mai.

After walking for tens of meters, the taste became stronger. Now everyone understood what was going on, and couldn't help but get excited. Grabbing meat to eat, this kind of thing happened several times during the Gang Fist period, but the meat of Gang Fist was robbed. If you grab a natural person, everyone has a share, if you don't grab it, it's just a beating. This is commonplace for orcs.

Turning over a small hill, Zhao Mai faced a valley. There was also a tribe of orcs, three times larger than the tribe of Steel Fist, but it was only at the level of ten masters. Zhao Mai looked at the old, weak, sick and disabled people behind him. Until this time, no one jumped out and said, "Majesty, no, it's XXX in front. It's not suitable to do it." Well, for the leader who just killed them and took the position. Zhao Mai didn't expect them to really produce something called "loyalty", and moreover, if you eat more than the sky, the leader can die.

"Huh! Keep the sheep, all!"