Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Although these plants are more or less different from the original world in appearance, since the system says they are these vegetables, they must taste similar. After the magic chef players simply tasted them, they put all the vegetables that could be used into the pot.

There were no carpenters in the territory, and the blacksmith uncle Ales found some huge wooden boards from somewhere, nailed them casually, and built a few simple long tables and placed them in the square. The dishes made by the magic chefs were placed on the top, and then after the planting system/druid players purified them, the players and NPCs could take them to eat or take them away.

The battle outside the city wall was fierce, and the buffet inside the city wall was also hot.

For this kind of scene, the mercenaries were shocked at first, and then gradually numb. Later, when they were hungry and changed shifts to rest, they tried the purified dishes under the guidance of the druids in the same team.

Then they were instantly shocked.

"This is so delicious!" The mercenary's eyes widened, and he resisted the urge to eat another bite and patted his companion's shoulder: "Hey, look if I have grown anything strange?"

The companion next to him ate without raising his head, and glanced at him: "No, there is no change, those druids said it's okay. Look at the adventurers next to us, have they changed after eating?"

"That's right." The mercenary was relieved, and when he looked again, the dishes on the plate were already empty: "Fuck?! How did you eat it all for me?!"

"Aren't you afraid to eat it?" The companion stuffed another piece of typhoon shelter scorpion meat, his mouth was full: "Talk less, eat more. This thing is free, hurry up and eat it."

"That's right!" The mercenary looked around and saw another dish that had just been served. Just as he was about to take it, he was stopped by a druid: "This dish hasn't been purified yet, wait a minute."

The silver-blue light flashed in the druid's hand, and a burst of black mist was driven into the bottle held in the druid's other hand.

"Okay, you can eat now." The druid handed the dish back, and the mercenary took it hurriedly: "Thank you! Is there any wine here?"

"No wine, Paouli went to seek refuge." The druid said, "But the magic doll sells fat house happy water."

- Fat house happy water? What is that?

The mercenaries looked at each other and saw deep doubts in their companions' eyes.

"By the way, after the dishes on this table are served, you can eat them after the druid purifies them. Don't touch the dishes on the other table." The druid was about to leave after saying that, but was stopped by the mercenary: "Why can't you eat the dishes on the other table?"

"The dishes on the other table are not purified. Some players... adventurers will transform after eating... just like that." The druid pointed to an adventurer who was eating crazily at the next table. He was surrounded by black air, and then grew huge spider legs. He roared "Ahhh" and rushed to the wall, and jumped towards the monsters.

The faces of the mercenaries all showed horror.

"I, I only heard that in the northernmost ice field, the barbarian warriors would eat contaminated food and transform into berserkers to fight the enemy in order to protect their families and tribesmen when they were desperate..." The pupils of the mercenary who spoke were shaking, "I didn't expect these adventurers to have such awareness."

"They have a sacred belief." The elf archer who was eating next to him also interrupted with a touching face, "For the future and hope of our tribe, these adventurers who have never met have taken all the risks. Ah, what a great spirit of dedication! Don't you think so? Ferros?"

Ferros sitting next to him: "..."

Unfortunately, he knew more about these strange adventurers than his companions, for example, these adventurers can be resurrected.

But Ferros didn't know how to explain this mysterious phenomenon. He racked his brains and could only think of the possibility that "Lord Moiwu might be a necromancer who surpassed the grandmaster level."

However, this conclusion was too shocking. The elves' ally could not be the evil necromancer, and the tree of life would not willingly grow on the necromancer's territory.

So Fellowes lowered his head and ate silently, without saying a word.