"It's considered seeing you again!" Zhao Mai held the reserved grain neck and scratched hard on its chin. The dog squinted his eyes and looked very enjoyable. In the past three days, Zhao Mai has been looking around in the middle and east of the orc settlement. Although he also understood and mastered a lot of the distribution of Mordor's power, he had gained some gains, but his whole body was fumigated by the smell of orcs, and it was better to nourish the reserved grain wandering around.

"I've lost all my weight." Zhao Mai took out the jerky horse meat bought from the market for reserve grain and watched it feast. Dushat was sent by him to buy or grab some slaves who could farm, so the little flower could also show up, without fear of being seen.

"Xiaohua, I found out that three time travelers have died in the Doomsday Volcano. The chance is not low." Zhao Mai pinched his chin and said, "Don't you think the competition is a bit difficult? People like Christie have almost no chance of winning under the influence of the will of the world."

"Yes, I'm thinking about this question too. The news I got before was that in order to avoid trouble, Iluvita, the god of creation in this world, specially set up this reward-oriented competition. Now it doesn't seem like this, but it's more like a trap." Xiaohua hugged her arm and pouted her mouth slightly: "Relying on the so-called power of fate of the time traveler to ignite the doomsday volcano. This seems to be a behavior similar to a sacrifice. How can such an action be calmed down the harassment and troubles of the time traveler organization, it will only intensify!"

"This trip is very muddy." Zhao Mai nodded and said, "From now on, we must take this competition seriously. With the attitude of spring outings, we are just asking for trouble for ourselves. Although we know the general plot of this world, we cannot completely believe that. After all, there is no such thing as a time traveler offering sacrifices to the Doomsday Volcano in the plot, so we cannot ensure that the thing is still in the position we envisioned."

"The Doomsday Volcano is still the most critical point, but it is not suitable to go now. You have to wait for the attention of the Demon Eye (that is, Zoro) to be more attracted by the war. It is safer when the Ring Spirit leaves the nest." Zhao Mai rubbed his hands: "We are ready to leave now, go back to the south of Mordor, and build our own strength well. This is the foundation for victory."

Xiaohua nodded and agreed with Zhao Mai's view. Humans, elves, and dwarves have strong power, and Zoro's power is even stronger. Zhao Mai can defeat everyone, but he alone cannot defeat everyone.

Besides, Zhao Mai did not come to conquer the world. Becoming the master of the Supreme Lord of the Ring is the ultimate theme, and it cannot avoid the threshold of the world's will. Zhao Mai is extremely careful whenever the power that may interfere with his spiritual will. Even if he can swallow the blue crystal to reach the level of power of the gods and destroy Zoro's army and fortresses again and again, if he cannot think normally like Christie, he will still lose.

"Hey Zhao Mai, the big orc is back, followed by a string, I'll hide it first." Xiaohua dissipated her figure, and Zhao Mai also stood up and lifted the tent and walked out. They temporarily occupied a tent in a corner of the settlement as residence. The previous owner here gave in after seeing the new flag of Modor's black foot, and wisely avoided a beating.

Many orcs from other places gathered in this square and occupied tents. Orcs who could grab things and occupy things were always relatively stronger, so many orc commanders would come here to recruit soldiers and horses. Some people had the idea of ​​Zhao Mai and Dushat, but because they could not beat Zhao Mai, no matter how good the idea was, they could not be realized. Just a few battles that quickly started and ended quickly had already gained a lot of respect for Moduo Black Football. At least many of the commanders already knew that Zhao Mai was a strong man.

If you have a reputation outside, there will be some benefits. Dushat tied a string of slaves with a hair cable, mainly goblins and humans. After all, Zhao Mai’s request is to cultivate land. Goblins and humans are the best farmers besides halflings. But Zhao Mai actually saw a pair of elves in the team!

The two elves were dirty and messy, and their ear tips were cruelly cut off. They were probably sold as decorations at an orc stall. They were two men and women, but their figures were not well-known, and they were deliberately concealed, so they looked like two male elves. They stayed in the middle of the team very low-key, mingling with the humans in front of them and behind them.

It is estimated that Dushat did not notice this. When he heard that he was leaving here and going to the south, he had no objection, so he hurried to pack up the food and water on his way. Zhao Mai examined the slaves one by one and said, "I am the black foot of Tverdo Mordor. You will all serve me and go to my place to farm. If you don't work well, die!"

A group of slaves were hungry and they couldn't help but feel panic when they heard that they had to continue rushing. Staying in a fixed place to work may be much more likely to survive than keep rushing. Orcs can eat and be cruel. If they go on a long distance and don't let the slaves move food, it means they will be hungry all the way.

"Master," the elf said in a hoarse voice: "Where are we going?"

"Nurnen has a long way to go near the Inland Sea, haha." Zhao Mai said: "Do you have any opinions?"

"Master, can I give me some time to steal some food on the way?" said the elf. "In addition to being able to take care of the wheat fields, I also have some small skills. In just a moment, I can create good returns for you."

"Want to get attention?" Zhao Mai nodded, walked up and grabbed the hair rope and pulled it hard. "Go ahead, you don't have much time, come back before I run out of patience. Otherwise..." Zhao Mai pinched the female elf's neck, "I'll strangle her to death."

The male elf took a breath in horror, and forced himself to not shout out, and ran away quickly. Zhao Mai let go of the female elf's neck and snorted softly, which made her heart cold and her whole body tremble. What would happen if the elves fell into the hands of the orcs? There was no other possibility except for endless torture. Since the soul will return to Verinor and reshaped after the elves die, death is not scary, or suffering is the only thing. The elves' culture prevents them from committing suicide, so once they start to discover their identity and torture by the orcs, the best way is to anger the orcs and kill themselves because of their anger in order to get rid of them.

Do you want to develop to that point? The female elf began to pray. Because of her nervousness, her lips moved slightly, which made Zhao Mai recognize a few words, "The Way of Kara" and "Tower of Heaven".

Could this be the star elves he taught back then? Zhao Mai was calm and silent. At present, it was so crowded that he couldn't attack the female elves. Moreover, he used the image of an orc, and he could not gain the trust of the other party even if he spoke a few words. Moreover, he didn't know how different the star elves in the origin world were from this competition world.

Turning his eyes to the distance, and with the help of the strengthening of his spiritual power, Zhao Mai saw the male elf. There was no thief. He just took out a hidden gem from a part of his body and was using the name of "Moduo Black Foot". It seemed that this elf was still very smart. At this moment, he found a way to figure out Zhao Mai's identity and thought of how to use it.
Chapter completed!