Chapter 653

Ring spirit is the pawn of soron. Their strength, life and will are closely linked with soron. When the devil's power is at a relatively low level, the ring spirit will also enter the "sleep" mode, greatly reducing the frequency of public appearance.

"Soron is not ready for any large-scale operation now. These orcs belong to the mode of stocking and live according to the pyramid management method inherited from the past." Zhao Mai clenched his fist and said to Xiaohua and the Grain Reserve: "a ten husband is meaningless to the world situation. You two have three days to adapt to the environment here, and then I will start fighting all the way."

The grain reserve is good. It's already around Zhao Mai's feet and looks very energetic. Its main problem is that it always sticks out its tongue to sell cute. It doesn't look like a terrifying hellhound at all. Floret is still some listless, wilting back to a "mm-hmm".

"Didn't you absorb the branches of the tree of twin saints? And you've lived in the original world of Alda for a long time. Why haven't you adapted? "

"It's the power of Shuangsheng tree that affects me, otherwise I would have been used to it." Xiaohua thought about it and described it in a more understandable way: "the world may regard me as a double Holy tree and constantly ask for energy from me. I can't support the light and energy needs of the whole world. "

"It's trouble. Even if I provide you with energy, I can't support so much! " Zhao Mai frowned and said, "how about the power of blue crystal? I think that will keep you going for a long time

"No, that would be counterproductive. The more energy I provide, the more I'll be treated as a double Holy tree. Blue crystal should be able to sustain me, but the price is that I will become a pure energy channel. I need to keep my balance. Too much energy may turn me into a holy tree

"What do you do? No, I'll release the car right now. You can go in and hide and isolate yourself from the environment. "

"Well, that's a way, but at the end of the day. I am now explaining this misunderstanding to the natural force and adjusting my breath. It may take a while, and I won't be able to help you

"No problem, just focus on yourself. What I need more is your wisdom, so it's good to have a dialogue. However, even if you need to sleep completely, it's OK to say in advance that I can place you. "

Zhao Mai was sitting on a tree stump, wearing only ragged iron shield armor, but he was still very angry - if it wasn't for the hellhound with a dog's expression, it would be better. There is nothing good about this poor nameless tribe. An old female Orc brought a pottery basin with some black and brown things in it.

A few baked potatoes, a large piece of sweet potato, a roast bird of unknown species, and two palm sized fish are also baked. The village is not far from the salt lake, so there are some coarse grains of salt on it. Zhao Mai suddenly thought of his first bucket of gold in glarion, the salt that made him stare at by the dwarf and kill for the first time.

He didn't say a word, which scared the orc so much that he put down the plate and rushed out, and ran back in five seconds. This time, she held a handful of withered and yellow leaves in her hand and put them upright beside the plate.

"Tobacco? Do you still have this stuff here? " Zhao Mai waved his hand: "don't give me this kind of thing. It's meaningful to have more food and food."

"My Lord, it's leader Muro Huangya who asked us to pay tribute. If the quality and quantity can't satisfy him, no amount of grain will count."

"Muro Huang Ya, what's that guy, Centurion? "Captain

"I'm also a centurion, but I was ahead of steel fist."

"I see. Don't worry about him." Zhao Mai plucked the tobacco leaves, picked up the roast bird and put it under his nose to smell. Grain reserves turned around and looked at Zhao Mai eagerly, which means quite obvious. "I can't help it. I'm so hungry?" He first uses the Druid spell to purify the food and make sure that the food in his hand won't spoil his stomach before throwing it to the dog.

"What are you looking at? Don't you eat yourself?" Zhao Mai snorted and drove the orc out.

According to the custom of an orc, the more he can eat and fight, the stronger and more respected the orc is. Even those who can fight but have a small appetite, such as Orc Heavy Crossbow snipers. Their combat effectiveness is good, but they are not as good as the fat bellied warriors.

"A Liang, I have food in reserve here. Would you like to eat something normal?"

Reserve grain mouth holding roast bird, away from Zhao Mai moved a few steps, with vigilant eyes at him. 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 don't dislike it, and it's not really chewed by me or anything!"

Zhao Mai has nothing to do with this strange habit of cleanliness. In order to gain the orc's respect, he had to finish the food in front of him. Relying on the powerful digestive system, under the teeth opening and closing, a basin of things is only a matter of more than ten minutes. Whether it's potatoes or sweet potatoes, the taste is not so good. It's no problem to fill your stomach. It's impossible to satisfy your appetite.Although we haven't seen the whole picture of the orcs yet, judging from the most basic state, the orc's living condition and the period of milkow have not made any progress, and it seems to be even worse. Zhao Mai, this place is also the food producing area of Mordor. If there is not enough food here, other places

When Zhao Mai was thinking about these problems, he sniffed the grain reserve and suddenly stood up, looking very excited. This is certainly not the enemy, otherwise the grain reserves will sound a warning. Zhao Mai concentrated the natural force on his nose to strengthen his sense of smell, and then smelled the smell of roast mutton. He even had cumin!

This is absolutely intolerable! Zhao Mai kicked open the rag curtain, picked up a brick from the ground, sucked his nose and passed along the taste. The orcs of his "tribe" didn't have such extraordinary olfactory ability. They didn't know what was going on, but according to their instinct, they still picked up their weapons and followed Zhao Mai.

After walking for tens of meters, the taste became stronger. Now we all know what's going on. We can't help but get excited. Grab meat to eat, this kind of thing also happened several times in the period of steel fist, but the meat of steel fist was robbed. If everyone gets the share of nature, if not, it's just a beating, which is common for orcs.

Over a small hill, Zhao Mai is facing a hollow valley. There is also an orc tribe here, which is three times larger than the gang Quan tribe, but it's just the level of a tenurion. Zhao Mai looked at the old, weak, sick and disabled behind him. Up to this time, no one jumped out and said, "king, no way. It's XXX in front of you. It's not suitable to do it." Well, Zhao Mai doesn't expect them to produce something called "loyalty" when they just killed their leader. Moreover, if they eat more than heaven, the leader can die.

"Up! Leave the sheep, all