Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 624: Good and Bad New Races
At night, Tilan, Orlais, and the new acquaintance Sura sat by the campfire.

The wood in the jungle contains a lot of moisture, and white smoke rises when it burns. Tiny bubbles bulge out from the cross-section from time to time, making a sizzling sound.

Next to the campfire was a slanted stone slab with yellowed dry hard bread on it, which gave off a faint fragrance when heated.

At this moment, Orlais was lying beside Tilan, with her head on the girl's knees, her arms slightly folded, and she was snoring in sleep. Her long silver hair fell on her white neck and grass leaves, reflecting a faint halo in the light of the fire.

Tilan occasionally picked up branches to stir the fire and talked to Sura opposite. At this moment, Sura was tinkering with the rifle in his hand with tools, apparently maintaining and repairing it.

"Did you make the gun yourself?" Tilan looked through the fire at the rifle with a little curiosity.

"Yes, I recently found an abandoned lathe with great difficulty. The first thing I did after repairing it was to make this gun. However, it looks like there is still a lot that needs to be improved." Sura explained as he used a screwdriver to remove the various parts for inspection.

"Although I have received good training, I am still too small and too weak. It is better not to engage in close combat if possible." She explained her behavior, then seemed to remember something and asked Tilan.

"You seem to be very good at using a spear. Have you learned it before?"

"Well, I learned it from a group of knights before." Tilan replied.

"Knight, it seems that you come from a prominent family." She seemed not surprised by this medieval title.

"Are there any knights nearby?" Tilan asked.

"There shouldn't be any around here. There may be a small number of defense personnel similar to knights in places where the Gray Feathers gather. If we really want to talk about organized knights, we should talk about the Mouse Ear Kingdom in the east. They have very brave teams."

"The Mouse-eared Tribe are not tall, about the same height as me, but there are a lot of them. The kingdom has also formed a patrolling knight group to maintain the security of the territory."

"Didn't you say before that there were war machines roaming around killing people? How come the Mouse-Eared Tribe could establish a kingdom?"

"That's because my settlement and race are relatively weak. There are also some powerful races that can maintain the safety of their own territories and have ways to keep the war machines away from their territories. Otherwise, if we let those machines kill people, this world would have perished long ago."

"Mechanical Parliament?" Tilan recalled the long history of the cult.

"Yes, it seems to be called the Rho Mechanical Council. They are the creations of the Sun Rou." Sura said that he was very knowledgeable.

"It sounds extremely ancient." Tilan was surprised that it was the already extinct 17th generation R Mechanical Council.

The two chatted slowly, and when both sides of the pancake were heated, Sura picked it up, divided it into three pieces, and handed two of them to Tilan.

"We'll have to make do with this today. We should be able to eat something good tomorrow when we get back to the settlement. Even though Boss Moose is a bit rough, he's still a good cook."

"Yeah." Tilan took it and shook Ores, who was sleeping on her knees, to wake her up and eat.

Ores woke up in a daze with a dazed look in her eyes. She came to her senses only after seeing the fire and the pancake in the girl's hand.

"Tilan, eat." She expressed her desire simply and directly.

"Okay, take your time, don't swallow it." Fearing that Orlais would eat too fast and her throat would be blocked, Tilan broke the bread into smaller pieces and handed them to her. Then she picked up a water cup made out of wood and asked her to drink some water. Soon, one third of the bread was finished, but Orlais was obviously not full yet, and looked eagerly at the remaining part in Tilan's hand.

"Oh..." Tilan smiled and shook her head, then divided it into half again, which was one-sixth, and handed it to Ores.

"I can't give you the rest. At least let me have a taste."

Orlais continued to eat the bread that Tilan had broken into pieces in small bites. Finally, she licked Tilan's fingers that were stained with flour with her tongue. The slight itch and wetness from her fingertips made the girl involuntarily retract her fingers.

"Don't lick it randomly, it's not very clean." Tilan taught her, and then slowly ate her own share.

The wheat grains in the bread are not ground very finely, and there are even a few bran particles mixed in it. This situation is almost impossible to encounter in modern society, which makes Tilan feel a little fresh. As for the taste, it is very bland. After all, there are no other seasonings or ingredients. Fortunately, this kind of bread can be preserved for a long time after baking, so it is suitable for carrying when traveling far away.

"Why did Sura come out this time?"

"Of course I came out to hunt, but unfortunately I didn't encounter any suitable prey. I did encounter those 'black-spotted beasts'."

"The 'black-spotted beast' is the beast you stabbed to death during the day. Doesn't it count as prey?"

"Of course it doesn't count. Even though it has a lot of meat, it's not edible. It's full of poison." Sura shook his head.

"These guys are not natural products, but war beasts cultivated by the 'Red Poison Species'. They are like war machines that love killing, and are hated by all races on the continent."

"Oh no." She suddenly remembered something.

"We have to hurry back tomorrow. If the 'Black Spotted Beast' appears here, it means the 'Red Poisonous Species' should be nearby. These guys are robbers who plunder everywhere, set fires everywhere and capture slaves. We have to go back and tell Boss Moose."

"Oh, is it that serious?" Tilan was quite surprised.

"Of course, although there are good and bad people in every race, you'd better not trust any of the 'Red Poison Race'. They are all evil to the core. They are not followers of the Holy Sun. They are a race created purely for war."

"I heard that when the various Holy Suns were fighting each other in the past, these guys were dropped onto the enemy planets. They are extremely resistant to various toxic radiations, and at the same time they continue to spread various toxic radiations, destroying the environment of the local planets. As a result, a large number of their dependent races died, and the Holy Suns became weak."

"These guys are poisoning people wherever they go. If they weren't so cunning and treacherous, they would have been wiped out long ago." When Sura said this, he was so angry that even the tool in his hand was scratched.

"Well, then let's go to bed early today?" Tilan thought for a moment and answered.

"Yeah, early to bed and early to rise." Sura said as he ate the bread at hand in big mouthfuls, then gulped down some water, and then packed up the tools and rifle in his hand.

Afterwards, the three of them lay down around the fire, put out the bonfire, and then used broken branches and leaves to surround the area to block their view and prevent other possible animals from approaching, and then slowly fell asleep.

The next morning, the three people who got up early set off shortly after daybreak and walked towards the outside of the jungle. There were constant grass and dense vegetation along the way. The three people were in a rather messy state because of their hurry, and their bodies were covered with a lot of fallen leaves and dirt. However, when they walked out of the jungle, they saw a vast savannah in the distance, with withered yellow and green interlaced. Under the vast sky, several falcons soared across the sky.

"Let's go. Under that red rock is our home!" Sura stood on the small earthen slope and pointed to the vaguely visible red rock mountain in the distance.

(End of this chapter)