Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Dorn wanted to go to the Tauren's monster farm personally and pick some fresh monster ingredients.

The request itself is not too much.

However, Minotaur’s farm was built in a dangerous area where there were still monster activities. Without the consent of the chieftain or Elder, the people of the clan were not allowed to enter there.

On the first day Donne entered the ruins, the chiefs and Elders of the Minotaur tribe were busy convincing others with horns and fists at the meeting that no one had the mind to deal with such trivial matters.

So the visit to the Tauren Farm was postponed.

However, under the leadership of the guide Maverick Bain, Dorn had a pretty good day in the tauren gathering place.

The time came to the next day.

The Minotaurs have lived in the labyrinth for generations. Although day and night, they have a concept of time based on [days].

According to Bain's introduction, there is also a special trumpeter in the Minotaur tribe, who is responsible for playing the [morning horn] and [evening horn].

[Morning Horn] is sounded, it represents the beginning of a new day, and the tauren people will start production and work in the sound of the trumpet.

[Evening number] represents the end of the day. After this sound, the tauren will sleep and rest.

Such repetition symbolizes the passage of time every day.

The trumpeter's basis for judging time seems to be a timing instrument similar to a pendulum clock.

According to Bain, the clock seems to have been made by an outside adventurer a long time ago, and then handed over to the Minotaurs to make it.

As for some of the details, Donn did not ask too much detail.

After all, he did not enter the ruins to examine the development of Tauren culture and history. Anything that has little to do with dry rice can't attract his close attention.

With the sound of the [morning number], the tauren in the ruins ushered in an extraordinary new day.

Today is the opening day of the [Blood and Horn] competition held only once in seven years.

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In a circular arena the size of a football field.

On this special day, except for some guards guarding the passage, almost all the tauren gathered here.

The atmosphere at the scene was exceptionally warm, with loud voices of people and cows.

For ordinary Minotaurs in Life in the maze, [Blood and Horns] fighting is their greatest entertainment.

In this grand event, they can see the fight between force and force, the confrontation between horns and horns, and can witness the birth of the Minotaur warrior!

The best seats in the round arena are naturally the chiefs, shamans, and other respectable Elders in the race.

In addition, the location of the old Chitz has also been arranged here.

This can be regarded as the tradition of the tauren people. Adventurers who have entered the ruins but did not participate in the competition will be arranged to sit in the current position of the old Qizi.

Chief Kane's grandson, Baine, did not sit in the front row. He was sitting with a few elite Mavericks of his age, slightly back, but with a good view.

As a contestant, Dorn, after having breakfast this morning, was taken to the waiting arena inside the arena.

There are three waiting areas, which are located behind three wooden arches in the circular arena. In this [Blood and Horn] competition, a total of more than 50 people participated, and there were more than ten people in each waiting area.

The atmosphere in the waiting area is completely different from that in the auditorium.

The excitement is all about the audience, but there is only silence and depression.

Coincidentally, in the waiting area where Donne is located, there is an object he knows-old Chitz's daughter, Benissa.

However, after the white-haired and red-eyed heifer entered the waiting area, he kept weighing her axe with both hands to warm up before the game.

Donn didn’t bother her at all. He sat quietly, thinking about issues related to the ruins in his mind for a while, and then wondering what to eat after the melee was over...

I don't know how long it took.

Benissa, who had not spoken all the time, stopped her warm-up and walked up to Dorn on her own initiative: "Dorn... Sir, you and my father are friends, right?"

"If your dad and I are friends, don't we have a generation difference? Then you have to call me Don Uncle." Don, whose thoughts were still diverging, couldn't help but think of such a thought.

Afterwards, he returned to his senses, put on a serious attitude, and nodded pretendingly.

"In that case, Mr. Donne, there are things I want to remind you." Benissa cleared her throat:

"As an alien human adventurer, you are likely to become the target of other people's fire in the first round of the melee."

"Although it is said that in the [Blood and Horn] competition, everyone will not really fight to the death. However, the weapons we use are all real guys. No one can say under what circumstances an accident will happen. "

"So, if you really can't beat you. I mean, if, I personally suggest you choose to fall to the ground or surrender quickly. In this case, others will give up attacking you."

When Benissa was speaking, the surrounding young male tauren almost watched.

However, the Heifer didn't seem to care much about their gaze.

"Okay, I will pay attention, thank you for your reminder, Benissa Miss." Dorn smiled and nodded.

These words that Benissa said were also spoken to Dorn by Old Chitz before.

I never thought that although the father and daughter seemed to be uncomfortable when they met, they still have a lot of similarities in their thinking.

In addition, the Heifer seemed not as cold and inaccessible when Old Chitz was not present.

"Miss?" Benissa looked a little surprised when she heard Dorn's address to her, and then nodded again, "No one has called me like that, but it's a very good name, I like it."

It seems that in the Minotaur ethnic group, it seems that such an appellation is rarely used.

After Benissa left, Dorn felt that the eyes of the young tauren around him were a little wary and hostile.

However, he didn't pay much attention to these gazes.

Looking at the reactions of these tauren, it must be that Benissa's admirers are jealous.

Young people, know everything.

"However, Benissa has half of human ancestry, and looks closer to humans. This shows that those tauren who admire her may be aesthetically better than humans? Tauren...human, tauren...human... …Hey-hey……"

Because the time waiting for the melee to start was too long and boring, Don's thoughts began to radiate again.

But on this point, he was wrong.

In fact, the degree of the tauren people's love for the opposite sex is generally not based on appearance.

There are tauren people who look at their faces, but very few.

Most Minotaurs, when choosing a heterosexual spouse, only pay attention to whether the other party is strong and whether they are strong.

Among the Minotaurs, the people who are favored by the opposite sex must be the powerful and fierce ones who have the priority to choose a mate.

This is how Benissa exists.

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