Chapter 658： orc breakfast

The sky was getting brighter, and the cauldron for cooking meat had just boiled, and the orcs hadn't even put on their armor, so they carried the pots and pans, followed the smell, walked out of the tent, huddled next to the pot table, and yelled for dinner.

There are a lot of orcs in the Blood Ax tribe, and the amount of food is limited. If you can't grab something early, you will have to starve when the food is gone.

After roaming around the Dunmore Plateau for more than a month, the Blood Ax Tribe's harvest was lacklustre, and they had nothing to gain in the past two days in order to hurry.

After camping yesterday, in order to save food, the orcs of the Blood Ax tribe slept the whole night hungry.

Now seeing the churning meat in the pot, the eyes of the orcs turned red.

Although the meat in the pot was all offal, and most of them came from the dirty goblins who were captured the day before yesterday, for the hungry orcs, it would be good to have a meat meal at this time.

Besides, today I have to look through the Puntagan Mountains. If I don’t eat enough, I will probably die of exhaustion on the way.

So today's orcs are no longer as lazy as they were in the past few days. You squeezed me and you squeezed you, and they wrestled together at every turn.

The orc who was cooking was guarding the stove, roaring and slapping the orc who wanted to steal it with the shovel in his hand.

The halfling chef who was originally used to cook is now stewing in the pot.

So this meal was a temporary guest chef from the orc hero unit, and it was indeed majestic enough to prevent those orcs from robbing the food.

That pot of things with strange colors and strange tastes is really hard to feel the appetite.

Fortunately, the orc food does not require much technical content, even if it tastes like shit, ordinary orcs can still eat it with relish.

Therefore, the orc chef has plenty of time to maintain order at the stove.

However, as the orcs gathered more and more, the scene became more and more difficult to control.

The roar of the orc chef was gradually covered by the noise of the crowd, and some **** kicked the orc chef in the back.

After staggering and falling to the ground, the orc chef never got up again.

The orcs, who had been hungry all night, swarmed towards the pot, trampled the orc chef and screamed, and then, ignoring the boiling water, they fished something out of the pot and stuffed it into their mouths.

It didn't take long for a large pot of food to be cleaned up. Even the iron pot was smashed into several pieces, and every piece was licked until it was shiny.

After the chaos was over, only a small number of relatively strong orcs were slick with food, but most of the orcs didn't even have a mouthful of soup.

Driven by hunger, the orcs kept roaring, and some orcs even set their sights on the mounts of the orc cavalry.

But unlike these ordinary orcs, or the low-level units among the orcs, most of the orc cavalry are high-level units, and food will be guaranteed first.

Those orcs just ate water, while the orc cavalry and other high-level troops ate meat.

Even the mounts of these orc cavalry eat much better than ordinary orcs.

Not only are they full of energy, but their equipment is much better than that of ordinary orcs. Although ordinary orcs covet those tall mounts, they only dare to **** in their heads, and dare not put them into practice.

"asshole!"

"Chop Suey!"

"You **** who are goblins, how dare you step on me!"

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With the support of excellent physique and equipment, the orc chef looked very embarrassed after being trampled by other orcs, but there was nothing unusual.

At this time, he got up from the ground, picked up the shovel and slammed it at the belching orcs.

The beaten orc screamed and fled in all directions. The orc chef stopped panting until the shovel in his hand turned into scrap iron.

Woo~~

The sound of horns wafted through the camp like howling ghosts, and the orc camp suddenly jumped up and down.

When the orcs running around heard it, they immediately ran to their tents, put on their armor, and searched for weapons.

During this process, many orcs cursed at the top of their voices.

When they first grabbed the food, some orcs hadn't had time to put on hangers and weapons.

At this time, when I returned to the tent, I realized that there was a thief in the house.

Ever since the Bloodaxe tribe left the Puntagan Alliance and lost contact with the Red Dwarf Territory, armor and weapons were scarcer resources than food.

An orc without a weapon loses most of its deterrent power in the tribe, and even a female orc can't be found.

For a while, the camp of the orc tribe fell into chaos again.

Before, they robbed food, but now the orcs started to rob weapons again, and many orcs even saw blood.

The entire camp was in turmoil, and several orc leaders tried hard to maintain order, but with little success.

The horns continued to sound, but the chaos showed no intention of stopping.

After breakfast, the orc lord in armor turned gloomy when he saw it, and kept yelling at the large number of ordinary orcs, but the red-eyed orcs did not restrain themselves in the slightest.

Unbearable, the orc lord directly used wolf cavalry to suppress it.

Squads of wolf cavalry rushed into the crowd of orcs, their sharp knives ruthlessly looking at ordinary orcs.

Amidst the screams one after another, the anger in the orcs' minds quickly subsided, and they returned to the team. While cleaning up the corpses of their companions, they dismantled tents, wooden stakes and other materials, and trapped them on the cart.

After these ordinary orcs finished their work, the main force of the Bloodaxe tribe, which had already been assembled, also started to set off.

The two sides walked towards the Pontagan Mountains one after the other.

The Blood Ax Tribe also has a Prophet, but it is just a Tier 4 professional who was trained by the Blood Ax Tribe Lord to help him manage the tribe.

Although the orc lord has good force, he is not good at governing the tribe.

After suffering a loss in the Pontagan Alliance, the orc lord trained a prophet according to the customs of the ancestral land.

It's just a pity that although the prophet has good magic ability, his ability to govern the territory is only slightly better than that of the orc lord.

Until now the Bloodaxe tribe is still a mess.

However, just a while ago, during a certain deduction, the prophet of the Bloodaxe tribe resonated with the mark of alliance left by a certain extraordinary prophet in the eastern part of Pontagan.

The prophet has a very high status in the ancestral land of the orcs, and a prophet who can step into the extraordinary is a very special existence.

Knowing that there was an extraordinary great prophet east of Punta Gan, the orc lord and the orc prophet were overjoyed, thinking they had found the organization.

Immediately gave up the plan to go northeast along the Puntagan Mountains, turned to the east, intending to go to Jiawan Forest to seek the guidance of the Extraordinary Master.

However, after walking more than ten miles, the former army had just poked its head out of a canyon, and suddenly there was a mocking bird song in the canyon.

The originally clear sky suddenly dimmed because of the appearance of a flock of crows.

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