my age of magic

Chapter 1283 87. Anecdotes of the Eastern Camp
There are nearly a hundred tree spirits who have awakened primary wisdom growing around the camp. Although they are restrained by the black forest sealing circle and cannot move freely, they have grown in the forest for hundreds or even thousands of years, giving their bodies extremely thick and The tough bark, some vines and roots on them have mutated and become weapons to bind the enemy. Even the strong spider warriors can't get rid of the entanglement of the dryads.

The reason why the tree spirits in the dense forest did not participate in the battle at the beginning of the Nebru spiderman's attack on the Green Valley jungle was because once the war failed, the Green Empire people could withdraw to the north of Tanton City, and even the city of Pereira. You can continue to migrate southward, looking for larger indigenous tribes in the depths of the dense forest, but the dryads cannot escape from the shackles of the ancient seal, and they will be invaded by the giant spiders in the "white terror" style.

The way for giant spiders to kill a dryad is very simple. They will inject venom into the tree with their poisonous kisses to weaken the tree and make it fall asleep. A big tree withered and withered, and finally withered and died, and then the giant spiders would rely on these trees to expand the spider camp, and use those withered trees to weave and build a spiderman's lair.

The goal of the action of the Nibru spiders this time is to eradicate the ancient war trees in the central area of ​​the Green Valley Forest, and build spider camps on the four sides of the Green Valley Forest. Slowly eating away, these dryads realized the seriousness of the matter.

Under the call of the ancient war tree, the dryads in the green valley forest made up their minds and agreed to join the war.

At the beginning, these dryads only passively provided us with some information about the Nebulu spiders, and then gradually joined the battle.

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The Kalancuo temporary camp was built in a lush forest. The camp was turned into a swamp by the heavy rain for several days. Many tents were soaked in muddy water. The barbarian slaves just nailed the more expensive heavy crossbows to the ground. Hanging from tree trunks, most of the rest of the supplies were soaked in muddy water.

Due to the humid and sweltering heat of the Hierro plane, the barley cakes would not go stale if stored in the imperial capital for a week, but they would become moldy the next night in the Black Forest of the Hierro plane.

The recent rains have been too heavy, and the torrential rains have submerged a tree hole for storing wheat flour. Although the wheat flour on the upper layer was not soaked by water after being rescued, the wheat flour on the lower three layers was completely soaked in water. During the day, all sixty bags of wheat flour were turned into paste.

Kalancuo scolded an orc team leader who was in charge of logistics supplies.

Just in time for this time, I rushed to the camp, so I asked a group of barbarian slaves to carry some stones from the underground cave, prop up the place where the tree hole was soaked by rainwater with stones, and then spread a layer of stone slabs, so that there will be no The water-soaked wheat flour is all placed on the stone slabs, which will prevent the wheat flour from being soaked by the rainwater poured into the tree hole.

The water-soaked wheat flour was made into basin-sized baked wheat cakes by five female half-orcs, and these baked wheat cakes were piled up in the tree hole as high as a hill.

Kalantso and I went to the tent of the wounded soldiers. We passed by the temporary kitchen of the camp. Several orc warriors stood at the entrance of the tree hole and roared loudly at the orc girl who was baking wheat cakes. The noise suddenly attracted many orc warriors in the camp. , an orc warrior threw the washbasin-sized wheat cake into the muddy water during a dispute.

The orc warrior turned his back to Kalancuo and didn't see us coming.

The orc warriors standing aside saw Kalan Cuohan approaching with a cold face, they stood up straight in fright and got out of the way. Two orc warriors hinted at the roaring orc warrior repeatedly, but the orc warrior Feeling a little agitated, he didn't notice the hint from his companion, and continued to angrily scold the beast girl who baked wheat cakes.

Kalancuo stood behind him and patted his shoulder with his hand. The orc warrior thought it was his companions trying to dissuade him, so he shook off Kalancuo's hand.

He was just about to yell at his companion behind him, but when he turned around and found that the person standing behind him was Kalantso, he was so frightened that he immediately silenced himself.

"What are you guys doing here?" The appearance of Kalancuo brought the contention to an end.

The group of orc warriors were so frightened that they wanted to walk away in despair, but Kalantso stopped them with one hand.

"You want to leave without giving me a reasonable explanation?" Kalancuo stared at the orc warrior with a gloomy face, and said to him coldly.

This group of orc warriors was sweating coldly on their foreheads, shrinking their necks like a group of quails in the cold wind, and dared not make a sound in the muddy water beside the tree hole.

"Boss, the guys said they don't want to eat these moldy baked wheat cakes." Finally a tall orc warrior stood up and said to Kalancuo.

When the orc warrior saw Kalancuo's cold eyes on him, he straightened his chest up and said to her bravely: "We don't care that the wheat flour for baking wheat cakes has been soaked by rain, but the tree hole The inside was originally damp and moldy, and after the wheat flour was soaked in rainwater, all the wheat cakes baked had a musty smell, and this kind of wheat cake was simply inedible."

The tauren Luka squatted aside, took a piece of wheat cake from the pile of baked wheat cakes piled up like a hill, opened his mouth wide and took a bite, chewed twice, frowned slightly, reluctantly He swallowed the wheatbread in his mouth.

"There is a musty smell, very offensive." The tauren raised the wheat cake in his hand and said to me and Kalancuo in a naive voice.

Kalancuo broke off a piece of wheat cake from the hand of the tauren Luka, tasted it himself, raised his delicate sword eyebrows, and then turned around calmly, looking at the orc warriors in front of him coldly.

"In El City, what kind of wheat cakes have you never eaten? Even the black bread that has completely grown green hairs from the bakery will be picked up from the garbage dump and shared with everyone." She said He raised the half-baked wheatbread in the hand of the tauren Luka, and said loudly to the orcs present.

One after another, orc warriors came out of the tents in the camp and gathered here.

Kalantso stood on the raised tree root and said to the orc warriors on the field: "That's right, we were poor at that time, we didn't have enough to eat, and we didn't have enough clothes, but now! The best wheat flour is piled there for you Eat whatever you want, eat as much as you want, why do you find it hard to swallow even this kind of baked wheat cake that has changed a little?"

Her words made some young orc warriors bow their heads in shame, and they seemed to recall those hard days, the poor childhood of lack of food and clothing, and reminded them that the woman in front of them even wanted to marry herself and her young children. The daughter sold it, just to be able to exchange for some bread that can fill her stomach.

Kalancuo stared coldly at all the orc warriors present, and asked: "Are you tough orcs, or are you pampered imperial people? Has the past few years of well-fed life made you forget what your surname is? "

"Or do you want to continue to go back to the coal yard outside El City to knead briquettes?" Her words pierced her heart, and the blood on the foreheads of these orc warriors was stimulated.

Kalancuo clenched his fists in front of his chest and shouted loudly to these orc warriors: "Tell me loudly, what kind of life do you want? I can still give you a chance to choose."

"We want to take back our glory on the battlefield!" The orc warriors followed Kalantso's rhythm and shouted loudly.

"Speak out louder!" Kalancuo slammed his fist on the leather armor on his chest and shouted to the orc warriors.

"We want to take back our glory on the battlefield!" The orcs shouted excitedly.

"Tell me what you are going to do!" Kalancuo asked loudly, patting the leather armor on his chest again.

Orc warriors: "We will overcome all difficulties and hardships and become the bravest knights on the battlefield..."

Kalancuo is such a leader who can inspire the fighting spirit of the orc warriors anytime and anywhere. She can make the orc warriors clearly understand what they should do now.

The orc warriors dispersed from the open space in front of the tree hole with high spirits, seeming to have forgotten the dispute caused by a few wheat cakes just now, and it seemed that these bad-tasting wheat cakes were no longer an obstacle to their life in the camp. It is only necessary to overcome these difficulties to win the war.

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When the orc warriors dispersed from the tree hole, Kalancuo looked at the five female half-orcs who were in charge of baking wheat cakes with a cold face. These female slaves were bought by me at the slave market in the imperial capital, and their chaotic blood made them lost. The identity of the commoners of the Green Empire is also not recognized by the orcs. They are born to be prey in the eyes of slave hunters.

In order to increase the population of the orc village, I bought them back from the slave market.

Facts have proved that these female half-orcs are hard-working and able to endure hardships. Under the leadership of Lao Zewang, they managed the orc village in an orderly manner.

Kalancuo led the five female half-orcs into the tree hole where the baked wheat cakes were stored, took out five scones from the pile of scones, handed them to the five female half-orcs, and said to them: : "Eat it!"

The five female half-orcs were a little confused, so you looked at me, I looked at you, with wheat cakes in their hands, a little confused about Kalantso's intentions, but facing this female leader who always said one thing in the camp, they Still following Kalancuo's wishes, he ate the wheat cakes bite by bite.

The baked wheat cakes were dry and hard, and they were usually eaten with a pot of water or a bowl of broth, but it seemed that they ate them very sweetly, and they could eat them without drinking water at all. The female half-orc looks like a human female in body, but has a big appetite, and seems to be able to easily eat a washbasin-sized wheat cake.

It was stuffy and hot in the forest, and the female half-orcs only wore simple linen aprons, with large areas of gray skin exposed.

Kalantso stared at the five female half-orcs and asked, "Don't you think there is something wrong with these baked oatmeal?"

The five female half-orcs shook their heads.

Some parts of their bodies have human characteristics, and some parts show the characteristics of orcs. The skin and eye pupils of these five female half-orcs are no different from orcs.

Hearing what Kalantso said, I also broke a piece of toasted wheat cake and tasted it in my mouth.

This baked wheat cake has a faint smell of rotting wood and musty, which makes it impossible for me to swallow.

I spit out the wheatbread in my mouth, and couldn't help saying: "This is really unpalatable!"

The tauren Luka said honestly beside me: "I've said it all, the taste is very strong."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Luka the tauren.

Seeing the female half-orc swallowing the wheat cake with great enjoyment, Kalantso asked the five of them, "Don't you find it unpleasant?"

The five female half-orcs shook their heads in unison, expressing that it was not what Kalancuo said.

Kalancuo pressed his forehead, and then told the five female half-orcs: "There is no need to make this kind of moldy food in the future. If this happens again, throw it all out of the camp. My Soldiers need to have plenty of physical strength for the next battle, so don't feed them spoiled food in the future!"

One of the five female half-orcs hesitated for a moment. She tried to argue, so she stood up and said to Kalancuo: "But... sir, the wheat flour is just soaked by rain, and it's not that the wheat flour is moldy, but It's the rain that smells of rotting wood, these scones are completely edible, these baked wheat cakes are much better than the food we ate in the slave camp, I swear it won't affect the soldiers' bodies, I..."

Kalancuo directly made a stop gesture to her, motioned her to stop, and then said to her: "Because I know what you said, you can stand here safely now, and immediately prepare 100 servings for me again." I need wheat flour that hasn't been soaked by the rain, remember to add some herbs, salt and baking soda to the wheat cake, you make terrible food."

Seeing that the dissuasion was ineffective, the female half-orc asked Kalancuo helplessly: "Boss, what about the remaining baked wheat cakes?"

"..." Kalancuo hesitated for a moment, feeling worried when he saw the pile of baked wheatbread piled up like a hill.

Nearly [-] face-sized baked wheat cakes were piled up in front of Kalantso like a mountain, which was equivalent to the food for [-] orc warriors for [-] days.

Even if it was given to the orcs, these orc warriors couldn't finish the baked wheat cakes before they got moldy.

Recently, the barbarian slaves have hoarded a large number of giant spider legs. It is absolutely impossible for the barbarian slaves to abandon those spider legs and eat this kind of bad-tasting baked wheat cake, so Kalancuo hesitated. For a moment, there was no mention of the group of barbarian slaves.

"...How about we give these baked wheat cakes to our allied forces—the Yero indigenous fighters?" I suggested to Kalancuo: "Anyway, they like to smear a spicy seasoning on the wheat cakes, I don’t think it’s anything to do with these stale wheat cakes.”

When Kalancuo heard what I said, he felt that it would be no problem if it was given to the indigenous warriors, so he agreed to my proposal.

The camp of Yale indigenous fighters is next to the barbarian slave camp, but these indigenous fighters have their own management system. Apart from cooperative operations, they have not had much contact with Kalancuo. The elders of the indigenous people in Bian were not familiar with it.

When it came to asking who should contact the indigenous elder, Katerina couldn't help but said behind me: "Didn't you bring two indigenous beauties? You can go and talk to them!"

I thought about it, and there should be nothing wrong with it, so I agreed: "Okay, I'll talk to them right now!"

(End of this chapter)