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"The soil here is very poor, and the orcs are not good at farming, so the grain yield they barely grow is not enough." Zhao Mai walked along the small road of the field toward the orcs working in the fields. The reserve grain followed him listlessly, and its teleportation power was greatly suppressed here, and it could barely move a few meters away. The same is true for the little flower. The image can only be maintained for less than three minutes and it will collapse naturally. It will naturally be consumed, and it will be difficult to reappear for a long time.

This is the rule suppression of the Arda world, and it needs to be adapted slowly. The world of origin has great possibilities and adaptability, but now they are in a competition and have great special features. I believe other contestants are also in the process of adapting?

"It seems that everyone should be dispersed, and I don't know how many people can be in Mordor." Zhao Mai adapted much better to Arda, and could even be said to be quite free. He released the natural force, helping Xiaohua and the reserve grain to restore physical strength, building a bridge between world rules and their physical abilities, and promoting the process of following the customs.

"Don't hurry and take it slowly, go with the flow, don't deliberately fight. I'll deal with the things in front of me first." Zhao Mai rubbed his orc's face full of flesh, pinched his fists, and made a snoring sound in his throat. "Fortunately, I haven't forgotten the orc's words in this world."

He closed his eyes, adjusted his emotions, and when he opened it, his eyes were filled with majestic and violent emotions. "Hey! One eye, come over!"

The orc's head was distorted, and a huge sarcoma stretched down from the eyebrow position, covering one eye, tilted its nose, and blocked half of its mouth. The other eye had almost no place to grow, so it was small and turbid. After seeing Zhao Mai, hesitated for a while between escaping and going over, and finally stopped in place with both legs.

"Which orc belongs to this place?" Zhao Mai said: "Tell me where he is!"

"Gezk Steel Fist is our triad," the one-eyed orc pointed westward: "He is in that direction."

"Take me over." Zhao Mai kicked the one-eyed orc on the thigh: "If you can't see him there, you will die."

The one-eyed orc nodded vigorously and limped in front of the road. The orcs working around looked at each other, and two legs ran nimblely and ran towards the west, definitely to inform the Gezk Steel Fist. Although the orcs burned, killed, looted, they also had their own ancient rules and culture, and had a complete set of challenging rules. Although sneak attacks, assassinations and poisoning are not prohibited, if they want to become a strong man with real power, fighting in front of everyone can convince the orcs more.

"Did you decide to start with orcs?" Xiaohua passed on what she wanted to say through the wind. Zhao Mai could feel her mental fatigue, so she opened her spiritual power and established a thinking link, just like an ii hot spot, allowing each person, dog and flower to communicate with each other. This is quite physically exhausting, but Zhao Mai's physical strength...just think that it's too much money and it's fun.

This is not the first time that the spiritual link is established. Whenever this is the time, the reserved grain will empty its head, say nothing, and try to think less. Although Zhao Mai has known that it is very smart, the reserved grain will still do this, as well as a dog. Zhao Mai lets it go, and it doesn't matter as long as it likes it.

"Little Flowers, from wherever they start, they are actually the same, humans, elves, dwarves and even halflings. But relatively speaking, orcs who pay more attention to power are actually more suitable for me." Zhao Mai shrugged: "Do you still remember Dogian's analysis? As long as the ring is not destroyed, the competition will not end. I don't want to be exposed too early to the ring. After all, there are other time travelers. Let them compete first, and then see what the influence of the ring on them is. Dogian said that in the record, even Yiluvita was unable to directly destroy the ring, which was a bit unusual in itself."

"But...what should I start from the orcs, how should I and the reserve grain appear?" Xiaohua seemed to mean something and said in the "local area" of the three people: "A powerful orc with an ordinary domestic dog around her. This combination is too conspicuous in Mordor and can easily arouse suspicion, especially the suspicion of other time travelers. If it is for humans or elves, it is actually more suitable."

Zhao Mai glanced at the reserved grain and said, "Let's do this for now. The reserved grain must be stayed by my side so I won't drive it away. I think, maybe it can be allowed to attach to its body and form a hideous outer shell to cover it."

The reserve grain ears shook, and suddenly bit Zhao Mai's calves and looked at him pitifully. "Okay, don't worry, it's not a big deal to change your appearance. It's the most important thing for us to be together."

The reserve grain blinked, let go of his mouth, looked left and right, then arched his back and stretched his limbs, and his teeth were clenched tightly.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Mai squatted down, placed his hand on the head of the reserved grain, and gently stroked his soft hair. He could feel a familiar energy flowing in the dog's body from his palm, with the majesty of the dragon and the strength of Terasque.

"Is it the effect of the immortal medicine? Are you going to turn blue and burning hair like me?" Zhao Mai laughed, then grabbed the soft skin on the back of the reserve grain neck, "Since you have this idea, I'll help you."

He released his own power to wrap the reserve grain, helping it to better show its strength. The sharp dog teeth extended outwards and bent downwards like a saber-toothed tiger. The blue phantom of the fire burned in his ferocious pupils. The skin of the reserve grain produced scales, a large amount of hair fell off, and part of it shrank into the gaps of the scales grew stubbornly. It became almost twice as big, and its thick limbs were full of destructive power at a glance. It even had a pair of sharp hook claws on its front paws.

As soon as the reserve grain was raised, the claws were dug on the ground twice, and the tail like a whip was swept off the wheat straw beside me in one go, which was absolutely stooping. It seemed that this was not enough. The reserve grain opened its mouth and vomited hard...

A stream of inadequately burning black smoke spurted out from its throat, causing it to cough. Xiaohua laughed constantly, and Zhao Mai patted its back with a smile. "If you want to learn from the dragon and spit fire, then you have to adapt to the environment here! But it is good to be able to spray smoke, at least it can block your vision."

The reserved grain spit out a few pieces of black residue with unknown ingredients on the ground, then touched Zhao Mai's legs with his hook claws, and then pointed at his mouth.
Chapter completed!