Orc Tyrant

Lao Luo put down the dinner plate and touched his chin with his right hand.

"Can I ask what I want to do."

"I need him for a favor. There is no danger. I promise you that after it's done, I will make you a big oven that can bake things without fire. How about?"

"Well... it sounds good, but... Well, go and see for yourself, he's in the kitchen."

Miviman ate a few more mouthfuls, then looked at the slightly floating kitchen curtain.

"Thanks, Lao Luo."

He drank the mushroom wine in the glass on the side, and the mechanic wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Let me go to Kangkang."

As soon as I opened the curtain and entered, the first thing I saw were the two buzzing and rotating ventilation fans next to the oil lamp, and the creaking oven gas stove below, and a bald-headed man as fat as a ball focused his eyes on the flat bottom. On the pot, when he finally realized that there were other things in the kitchen,

I immediately saw Miviman's figure.

"Ouch!"

His high-pitched voice is like a mouse, it is hard to imagine such a small voice from such a fat person.

"I haven't seen these gray clothes, but I know you must be the boss!"

"You guessed it right."

Miviman lowered his head and looked at the pair of bare feet on his thick legs and the slippers that were completely covered by the fat feet following the smell.

The white chef uniform on this chef's body is no longer able to see the original color, as if it were a rag, full of greasy luster, just like his head.

"Then welcome you to my kitchen! This is where I can show my skills! Just call me Mudun, what do you call the boss?"

He enthusiastically left from the stove. The distance of a few meters allowed his calf to run eight or nine steps. It seemed that this human being was completely accustomed to the existence of Ouke, and was not intimidated by Miviman's appearance at all, although he was not. How scary...

"Just call me Mi Weiman, I'm a mechanic, repairing dirty cars."

"Ohhhhhhhh! Boss Miviman, but a big man! What do you want to eat? As long as I make it!"

From him, Miviman smelled the smell of many kinds of spices and the fishy smell of seafood. He thought that Lao Luo's restaurant was most famous for all kinds of seafood, and he could probably guess that it was all made by this fat cook.

"Uh, it's not my intention to eat."

"So soup? Clear soup? Thick soup? Cold? Hot? Sweet? Salty? Mottle? Spicy? Aha! Bitter! Coptis and bitter gourd soup!"

"...If you can close your mouth and listen to me, I think I will be very grateful."

In Miviman's view, this thing is not so much a human being, it is more like a typical ass, noisy, greedy, and cowardly. Perhaps this is the reason why he can team up with Lao Luo. You must know that there are very few guys, even if they are Ouke, who can work with farts, even the boys can't stand the verbosity and sharpness of these dwarfs.

Facing Miviman's attitude, the fat cook seemed very puzzled.

"You don't eat or drink? So what are you doing? Tell a joke? Big man? There used to be a mountain with a church in the mountain? There lived an old bishop in the church, and the old bishop told the children about the Father?"

"I don't have so many boring jokes, I want you to pick up the guy you took to cook, and then go to the front with me."

After a few seconds of silence, a high-decibel scream came from the back kitchen.

"I got the wrong guy!"

The cook screamed in panic and accidentally knocked over a soup pot.

"Impossible! I'm not married yet!"

Miviman turned and opened the curtain, giving Lao Luo a questioning gesture.

The fart boss spread his hands and motioned to the mechanic to be casual.

"Well, listen, your boss has temporarily transferred you to me, now listen to my order, go back and pack things...hey!"

Suddenly found that there was no one in front of him, Miviman was wondering, and suddenly noticed movement in the cupboard under the oven.

He looked down and found that the fat man was shivering in the cupboard, with a pile of onions scattered beside him. He couldn't believe that the shrimp was so flexible that he could squeeze himself into such a small space.

"No! I don’t want to go to the battlefield! Why do you want me to go to the battlefield? Didn’t you say that you are only responsible for cooking! Blood, weapons, stay away from me! Oh, the Father is on! Big guy are you kidding me? Tell me you are joke?"

"Unfortunately this is true."

Miviman listened helplessly to Xiami's sobbing squeak, if it weren't for his voluntary cooperation later, the mechanic would have used a gun against his forehead a long time ago, there is so much nonsense there.

"And I have to say, if you don't follow me, you will definitely regret it."

"Regret? Regret! I don't regret it! Why should I regret it? What can make me regret?"

The pile of onions in the cupboard trembled for a while. Obviously the guy had made up his mind that Miviman would not come out of it if he didn't leave.

Miviman could only snap his fingers, and then Lao Luo passed through the kitchen door curtain.

"So I told you before."

Old Luo shrugged.

"The only reason to keep him is his cooking skills, Miviman, since you work for the overlord, why can't you find another shrimp? I remember—"

"What, overlord... Lord!"

The onion pile stopped moving suddenly.

"This is Miviman, the boss of the dirty car, working under the overlord's hands. The big tank he drives is bigger than the house you live in. You don't want to come out soon!"

After hesitating for a while, the fat cook stood in front of Miviman again, but his face was much worse this time than before.

Squinting his eyes to see this guy shivering, the mechanic suddenly got some interest in playing.

"So, are you determined to be a deserter?"

Licking his lips, Miviman's expression was like a jump to feast on.

"Do you know how to deal with cowards in the overlord?"

"I don't know!"

"Oh, you have to know, because you will experience it yourself soon."

Miviman looked expectant.

"I want you to tie a bunch of grenades to your fat body, and then throw you into the shrimp pile like a cannonball."

After a few seconds of silence, a scream that was enough to lift the roof off from the back kitchen sounded, and even the kids dining outside were trembling with fright.

"It's not fair!"

The fat cook yelled angrily before going into a coma.

After bidding farewell to Lao Luo, Miviman's right arm carrying the cook was like carrying a bucket of motor oil, while in the bag on his left shoulder was a very handy kitchen knife, and the edge of the knife sleeve was full of cooking tools. There is also a huge iron pot behind his waist. .

Along the way, the craftsman began to wonder whether he should immediately turn around and bring Lao Luo, who seemed to be reliable, and then let the fat cook where to cool down.

It's a pity that before he can figure out the clues, he has already seen the crew members waving at him.

"This... is the cook?"

Although Ouke always judges whether something is powerful by its body shape, it does not include fat. The boys pay very much attention to muscle exercise, and they are extremely concerned about fat.