The Game of Demon Hunter

The strong orcs are very satisfied with their current life. They help move bricks and transport wood on the construction site every day, and the Serisians around them don't discriminate against them at all because of their appearance.

In the mainland, the aborigines are used to living with monsters who are willing to accept human rules, and adding a naturalized green skin is not a big deal now.

"Dinner is ready!" As the bells rang all over the city, everyone put down their work and waited in line to wash their hands and get their lunch.

"Grom, the food here is really delicious!" A large group of orcs with big arms and waists gathered together and waited for the extra lunch they specially distributed: "It would be nice to bring other people over at any time. Before we ate It's just shit."

"Wait a little longer, observe and observe." Grom Hellscream was dealing with the problems of his fellow clansmen, he didn't want to put all his eggs in one basket.

The Sirisians were indeed very friendly, but he had to be cautious when it came to the continuation of the race.

But the life here is really good. They don't have to fight every day, and they can learn something. At least these few days they have learned how to deal with wood and build simple houses.

Moreover, the food and treatment made the orcs unable to extricate themselves. Compared with this group of Serisians, the mages in the New World were just eating exquisitely shaped pig food.

There is a saying that the orcs will never be slaves unless they have food and shelter!

Such a life is indeed good, but Grom always feels that something is missing.

"Grom!" Chen Bachi wobbled over and saw several orcs wrestling their arms to decide the outcome. The winner could eat twice as much lunch, while the loser could only wait for the next paused.

The New China players patted their conscience and assured that in terms of food, they definitely supplied these strong orcs in full at the beginning, but this group of big-bellied men may have inherited the green skin's I'm thinking skill in terms of food intake.

Every strong orc can eat food equivalent to half of his own body weight without changing his expression. No matter how rich the big family is, they can't afford to eat like this?

These muscle sticks are all little giants weighing more than 200 kilograms, and within a meal, Li Bingheng, who is in charge of logistics, submitted a report that the food reserve was urgent.

As a result, they later found out that this group of strong beasts did not eat for a week, and they could live quite well just by drinking water, basking in the sun, chopping grass roots, and eating tree bark. Only then did they realize that this new race was a combination of green skins and Tyranids after all. The combination of the two monster races is probably comparable to the worldly python in terms of energy acquisition system.

As a last resort, according to regulations, each orc can only be rationed with five kilograms of food for a meal, and they can't let go of the amount at least in the next three to five months.

Grom Hellscream took care of his lunch. Because he ate too fast, his sharp teeth accidentally tore off half of the iron lunch box, but the orc man didn't notice it at all, so chew it. Just swallowed it.

"Grom, we are alive!" Chen Bachi was wearing a brand new metal armor, like a moving shield: "Bring your brothers and follow me to get new equipment!"

"Is there a war for us to fight?" Grom Hellscream felt as if he had come back to life again. The days without war are too boring!

"I don't know if we will fight or not, but there is a batch of weapons and armor that you can use on the big ship over there. Come and try it out. If it is fast, we will set off by boat tomorrow morning." Chen Bachi waved his hand, Take a group of strong orcs to swagger through the city.

As a race of consumables for combat, the orcs give the utmost trust to every individual who expresses goodwill.

And the most direct manifestation of this is that Grom Hellscream has become a follower of Chen Bachi. Although it sounds funny, it is true.

Although Grom can knock down ten or eight Chen Bachi with a fart, he still gives Chen Bachi the utmost respect, not only because of trust, but also because of the monster behind Chen Bachi. country.

Every day, these Siris people who come across the sea are shaking the hearts of the natives in the far south. The giant beasts in the sea, the giant beasts in the sky, the invincible army on land, the inexhaustible wealth, etc. The existence that the southerners cannot imagine.

"When can we return to our homeland?" Li Xuanbai came to trouble Yang Yuefan for the second consecutive day wearing plain clothes.

Before this, Mrs. Li would never wear the same clothes for two days in a row. Even when Wangxiangcheng was in the most difficult time, she tried her best to maintain this little privilege that belonged to the lord.

She still maintains a graceful and luxurious appearance, which is a signal to all the residents of Wangxiang City, proving that life can still go on, proving that the end of the mountain has not yet been reached.

Now, years of curses and threats are gone, and Li Xuanbai can wear whatever clothes he likes.

What's more, her other luggage has already been packed, and she is waiting to take the boat back to her hometown. According to the young people's description, the native land is like the promised land in the legend, rich, stable, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Yang Yuefan pretended to look at the messy notepad: "I'll take a look at the latest ship returning to the mainland, oh, here, next year."

Speaking of this, Yang Yuefan didn't even act, and said directly to the showdown: "I'm sorry Mrs. Li, I'm afraid we won't be able to draw enough power from the fleet to return to the mainland in the near future."

"Are you kidding me?" Mrs. Li slapped the table, leaving a clear handprint on it: "That's not what you promised me before!"

"That's right." Yang Yuefan nodded recklessly: "I'm kidding you."

"Excuse me, let me go." Yang Yuefan moved Mrs. Li's hand away like a fly, and took out a huge map from the storage bag and spread it on the table: "Look, this is the approximate map of the Far South." Outline, here is our position, and this is the Song Empire."

This is a world map, and many places on it are still blank, but the basic terrain of this world is exactly the same as that of the earth, so the lines of each continent are outlined.

Yang Yuefan explained to Mrs. Li patiently: "Now, the territory of the Song Empire is different from that of your time. We lost a lot of territory when you were young, and we didn't get it back until recent years. Less interest, look here."

Yang Yuefan stretched out his hand and pointed to the nearly one-finger-wide area along the coast of the Loess District on the map: "This area is completely corroded by chaos, and there is no way to break through without enough firepower. That is to say, if you want to return to the mainland, you must act together with the entire fleet. And we now need the power of the fleet to maintain deterrence in the Far South."

Although Yang Yuefan explained it very clearly, Mrs. Li still relied on her female intuition to decide: "You're kidding me!"

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