The Ring Spirit is the minions of the Demon King Zoro. Their power, life and will are closely connected to the Demon King. When the Demon King's power is at a relatively low level, the Ring Spirit will also enter the "Dormant" mode, greatly reducing the frequency of appearance.

"The Demon King Zoro has not yet prepared any large-scale action. These orcs are in the free-range mode and live according to the pyramid management method that has been inherited in the past." Zhao Mai clenched his fists and said to Xiaohua and the reserve grain: "A ten-master is meaningless to the world situation. You two have three days to adapt to the environment here, and then I will start fighting all the way."

The reserved grain was fine, and it was already jumping around Zhao Mai's feet, looking very energetic. The main problem was that he always sticks out his tongue and acts cute, not like a terrible hellhound. Xiaohua was still a little listless and replied with a wilted sentence "Yeah, yeah".

"Didn't you absorb the branches of the Double Holy Tree? And you have lived in the Original World of Alda for a long time, why haven't you adapted?"

"It is the power of the Double Holy Tree that affects me, otherwise I would have adapted a long time ago." Xiaohua thought about it and described it in a relatively easy-to-understand way: "This world may regard me as a Double Holy Tree and constantly ask for energy from me. I cannot support the light and vitality needs of the entire world."

"This is a troublesome thing. Even if I provide you with energy, I can't support that much!" Zhao Mai frowned and said, "How about using the power of blue crystal? I guess that will keep you on for a long time."

"No, that will backfire. The more I provide energy, the more I will be treated as a double holy tree. The blue crystal should be able to support me, but the price is that I will become a pure energy channel. I need to maintain balance. Too much energy may really turn me into a holy tree."

"What should you do? If not, I'll let the car go out now. You can hide in and isolate the environment."

"Well, that's a solution, but let's talk about it at the last moment. I'm explaining this misunderstanding to the Natural Force and adjusting my own breath at the same time. It may take some time, and I can't show up to help you."

"No problem, just focus on yourself. What I need more is your wisdom, so it's good to be able to talk. However, even if you need to fully hibernate, it's okay. Say I can place you in advance."

Zhao Mai sat on the tree stump, wearing nothing but a ragged iron shield armor, but it was still awesome. It would be even better if it weren't for the hellhound with only the expression of a domestic dog deducting performance points. There was nothing good about this poor little tribe. An old female orc brought over a pottery basin with some black and brown things inside.

A few roasted potatoes, a large piece of sweet potato, a roasted bird of unknown variety, and two palm-sized fish, of course, were also roasted. The village is not far from the salt water lake, so there are some thick salt particles sprinkled on it. Zhao Mai suddenly remembered his first pot of gold in Graleon, which made him targeted by the dwarfs and killed him for the first time.

He didn't say a word, scaring the female orc so much that she put down the plate and hurried out. After five seconds, she ran back. This time she held a handful of yellow leaves in her hand and placed it right next to the plate.

"Tobacco leaves? Do you have such things here?" Zhao Mai waved his hand: "Don't have to bring me this kind of thing. It's only meaningful to order food and eat more."

"Sir, it is Muro Huangya, the leader of the company, who asked us to pay tribute to this. If the quality and quantity cannot satisfy him, no matter how much food is, it will not count."

"Mulhu Huangya, what kind of guy is that, centurion? thousand-man?"

"He is also a ten-man captain, but he was originally ranked before the Steel Fist."

"I understand, don't pay attention to him." Zhao Mai pulled away the tobacco leaves, picked up the roasted bird and put it under his nose to sniff. The reserved grain turned around and looked at Zhao Mai with a clear meaning. "I really can't do anything to you, I'm so hungry?" He first used the druid spell to purify the food to ensure that the food in his hand would not damage his stomach, and then threw it to the dog.

"What are you looking at? Don't you eat yourself?" Zhao Mai snorted and drove the female orc out.

According to the orc custom, the more you can eat and fight, the stronger and more respected the orc will be. Even those who are very capable but have a small appetite, such as the orc heavy crossbow sniper. They have good combat power, but they are not as powerful warriors as fat belly.

"Aliang, I have food stored here. Do you want to eat something normal?"

The reserved grain was holding the roasted bird in his mouth, moved a few steps away from Zhao Mai, and looked at him with a vigilant look. Zhao Mai's reserved food was naturally those in the space of the supernatural powers. Since Zhao Mai called it "rumination", the reserved grain was no longer interested in them. "None of other people's dogs will dislike it, and this was not really chewed by me or anything!"

Zhao Mai had no choice but to gain the respect of the orcs. In order to gain the respect of the orcs, he had to finish the food in front of him. Relying on his strong digestive system, a pot of food was only a matter of more than ten minutes when his teeth opened and closed. Whether it was potatoes or sweet potatoes, the taste was unsatisfactory. It was no problem to fill his stomach, and it was impossible to satisfy his desire for words.

Although I haven't seen the full picture of the orcs, judging from the grassroots state, the orcs' living conditions have not made much progress compared to the Milkau period, and it seems to be even worse. Zhao Mai is still the grain production place of Mordor. If there is no food here, then other places...

While Zhao Mai was thinking about these issues, the reserved grain sniffed and suddenly stood up, looking very excited. This is definitely not an enemy, otherwise the reserved grain would warn. Zhao Mai concentrated the natural force on his nose to strengthen his sense of smell, and then smelled the smell of roasted lamb, and there was actually cumin!

This is absolutely unbearable! Zhao Mai kicked open the rag curtain, picked up a brick from the ground, sucked his nose and followed the smell. The orcs in his "tribe" did not have such an extremely olfactory ability, and they didn't know what was going on, but based on their instinct, they picked up the weapon in their hands and followed Zhao Mai.

After walking for dozens of meters, the taste became stronger. Now everyone understands what's going on, and can't help but get excited. This kind of thing happened several times during the Steel Fist period, but the steel fist meat was snatched away. If it is snatched, everyone will have a share. If it is not snatched, it will be just a beaten thing. This is common for orcs.

After climbing a small hill, Zhao Mai faced a valley. There was also an orc tribe here, three times larger than the size of the Steel Fist tribe, but only the level of the ten-men. Zhao Mai looked at the old, weak, sick and disabled behind him, and no one jumped out until this time and said, "King, no, it's not OK to take action in front of you." Well, for the fact that they just killed their leader and got up to the throne, Zhao Mai didn't expect them to really produce something called "loyalty". Besides, eating is greater than heaven, and the leader can die.
Chapter completed!