Plants of Another World Offense and Defense

"You did a good job. I can't bear to let you go. I won't send you to the slave house."

Wolf Fang was lying on the soft animal skin, his face was buried in the hot sight of the campfire, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

The half-orc silently lowered his head and rolled his eyes quietly, but his hands kept moving, rolling the meat skewers silently, and sprinkled the poisonous weed leaves mixed with bluegrass juice. It is the poisonous weed that is edible and non-toxic only when it is mixed with bluegrass juice and spread on the barbecue.

It's a very romantic thing, only bowing down for one kind of food, and only compromising for one kind of herbal medicine.

Although they are a threesome.

Before the pepper is ripe, it is liquid, but it is also poisonous.

It's not a joke that the barbaric food is almost uncooked, it's a gamble with your life!

A half-orc knows so many foods and how to eat them, his own value is better than any traverser.

Handing the last skewer of barbecued meat to Langya, he shook out the mushrooms he had picked, the gorgeous mushrooms that looked like little red umbrellas, the size of a fist can be seen everywhere, and it is also poisonous.

The half-orc also picked three unripe green spicy fruits.

Spike did not stop the orc from picking poisonous fruits and mushrooms. He was the leader of his hunting team, and his gestures did not require any words.

Second only to the Great Witch.

The half-orc deliberately showed his hand under the deliberate laissez-faire of Spike, so the half-orc's own food appeared.

Put the mushrooms one by one on the big leaf, bite the green spicy fruit and pour out the colorless and transparent liquid. The big leaves overlap and fold into a small pocket. Turn it up and down to ensure that the red mushrooms are evenly invaded.

Such a troublesome combination of two foods can only be eaten. To put it simply, it is to fight poison with fire. He only knows three kinds of such delicious food.

Poisonous weeds mixed with bluegrass mixed with barbecue, green spicy fruits mixed with red mushrooms, and crops soaked in the blood of timetravelers.

It's not a little bit of experimentation, and there is no lack of accidental elements. Speaking of this, it was discovered by a time-traveling woman before she was reborn. In order to please him, she discovered the green spicy fruit mixed with red mushroom after many life and death.

Once mixed, it can be eaten raw or baked.

The half-orc kept an eye out. He couldn't speak, so he couldn't explain the peculiarity of the mixed barbecue with poisonous weed and bluegrass. If he used poisonous weed as a seasoning, he would not know if he died like this.

Mixed barbecue with poisonous grass and bluegrass is the result of experiments with the old, weak, sick and disabled of a tribe that the half-orcs only learned about in the last period of their lives.

The poisonous grass only bows to the barbecue, and only compromises for the blue grass.

And bluegrass is the daughter-in-law of barbecue.

This is destined to be a threesome, and there must be a relationship.

Red mushrooms mixed with green and spicy fruit juice are safe, just like children who have been vaccinated against hepatitis B are immune to hepatitis B. Half-orcs directly pick up red mushrooms and eat them raw. The taste is good, like crispy bamboo shoots.

"Is it tasty?"

Wolf Fang clung to the half-orc's ear, and a warm hand gently brushed across his cheek, and directly took half of the red mushroom from the half-orc's hand. A mushroom, with a bright red tongue crawling on the gums, the teeth are white and clean by the fire.

As soon as he put his finger down, half of the mushroom fell into his mouth. He chewed it a few times and finally swallowed it. The orcs around were staring at the wolf teeth, and their hands couldn't help touching the stone tool, just in case It was almost time for the students to rush forward and arrest the orcs.

"Well, it tastes good."

With the corners of the mouth hooked and the tails of the eyes twitched, a seductive goblin appeared in the world.

Langya seems to really like eating red mushrooms. He picked seven or eight of them and ate them all before he knew it. The poor orc swallowed one and a half. The half-orc who was screaming also saw his withered hair, and the living lice crawled around in disgust, trying to find a new place to live.

Langya's face turned red, the fire light shone on his face like rouge, the red was very charming, the orc's eyes didn't turn when he saw it, making Langya's face turn cold, and he kicked it off The good-looking and violent sick child.

"Give him a roast."

He gave the silly boy a warning look, this new orc just came of age last year, he always likes to stare straight at him, he is so born and can't catch the mistakes, it's very annoying!

The half-orc ate ​​the barbecue, secretly glanced at Langya, and thought: looking at the little boy, his heart is full of joy.

Although Langya, the sick child, is very powerful with a whip, his appearance is the standard of Lin Daiyu. He is frail and sickly, and his complexion is paler than that of housewives in big cities, comparable to Americans with albinism.

As a result, his face was flushed with anger and anger, like the rouge of the sunset in the sky. The half-orc squinted his eyes, and was glared at by a young and vigorous orc. The warning was obvious.

It's not honest to be kicked to the ground!

Bowing his head silently, the half-orc pretends to be a person who can't speak but knows new food.

Langya was eating well, and when he was satisfied, he would lend more money to give the half-orc some conveniences, such as a handful of red fruits for an orc to watch, which fit his idea.

The watchman at night is Spike. He leans on the stone, with animal skins on his back and body. The bonfire is like an inextinguishable torch, burning blazingly in the pit. He is accompanied by a gallant orc, alive Xuehuo mixed red mushrooms with green and spicy fruits, and sat cross-legged and grilled stone meat slices.

I dug a small pit and put charcoal fire on it, isn't it a modern version of a barbecue grill?The slate is used to remove the smoke, and the charcoal fire is often added. The air is filled with the aroma of food, and the golden yellow meat is forced to release fat, and the body curls up uncomfortable. It still smells delicious.

Just no seasoning.

There is not even bluegrass foam except salt!

Drooling and biting the barbecue, the half-orc couldn't bear the drowsiness at last, and closed his eyes helplessly—the wolf tooth raised his eyes, and his gaze turned to the half-orc. The demon spirit!

The stone slab shattered with a touch, and Langya came back to look at it, only to hear the begging for mercy endlessly.

The half-orcs thought that the hunting team was just hunting for meat, until they opened their eyes and saw the movements of the orcs - on the towering big-leaved tree, the two-meter-tall orcs were pulling the branches and pulling the thick parasitic vines hard. During the violent shaking, you can clearly see the small pink fruit, which is about the size of a cherry tomato when you touch it. Compared with other wild fruits in the Wilderness, the little pink fruit is really a small grievance.

The orc's thick and strong fingers pinched the little pink, which was as ridiculous as a goat holding a needle for embroidery. He threw it into his mouth, and his dazzling white teeth bit it up and down, and the juice leaked out of his mouth.

Langya put his hands on his shoulders and raised his head slightly to see the orc's movements. The corners of his mouth were raised and the tails of his eyes were slightly red, and his eyes were sparkling and moist. Upturned buttocks, head full of chrysanthemum wounds from last night, so the orc on the tree looks familiar, like... an admirer?

The half-orc has changed the pronoun of the young orc. Remember the orc who annoyed Spike, but couldn't catch the little braid?

The half-orc obviously misunderstood the relationship between the two orcs, and automatically substituted Spike into the following.

Half-orcs are born eunuchs and lose the most basic ability of an orc. Whether it is the birth of sub-beasts or the "strong little monsters" of orcs, half-orcs do not have them.

"Lilla, come here!"

Wolf Fang waved his whip forcefully, splashing dust and glaring, wanting to strip the damn idiot naked.

But in the blink of an eye, with a loud call, the earth trembled three times!

The half-orc sat down on the ground in fright, startled by the sudden voice.

Lila is the name of a kind of man-eating grass. Lila grass abducts single orcs in groups, and there is no bone residue left when they are pulled into the grass and eaten!

The lila grass is so famous that even the cubs know that the lila grass has a bad reputation and dare not provoke lazy people, because if you don't mess with the lila grass, it is just an ordinary grass. Lilacao is ruthless.

The half-orcs found the name "Lilla" and Spike more appropriate.

Lila held the branch with one hand, and the other hand was full of small pink fruits, like a flexible monkey doing a backflip, shaking a few times before standing firmly on the ground.

Lila, who is no different from a fool, smiled and opened the ring with a small fruit in his hand.

The half-orc hid behind Wolf Fang, and after eating the barbecue that the orc kindly handed over, taking a bite and swallowing it was no different from swallowing sand, but it was much better than yesterday.

The half-orc roasted the meat bit by bit, and the meat was not bad to be honest. It weighed about a pound and was roasted and salted. Under such circumstances, he couldn't get used to eating carrion and wild fruits all the time!

This problem is not small at all!

According to the half-orc's memory, he eats whatever he thinks, and his appetite is fine, but the fact is that it is difficult for him to eat barbecue, and the small mouthfuls can be explained by reluctance, but if his throat hurts, the problem is serious. There is no problem at all with wild fruits?

Could it be that the original owner ate something bad before he died?

The half-orcs messed up the memory and finally pulled it out. The little thing that was hidden six days ago, the original owner was lying in the grass when he was still alive, his arms were rotten and white fat worms were rolling, and he was digging in the puddles. The sludge hoped to cover up the bloody smell, after all, he was a slave of the Great Witch who at least knew some "magic skills".

Among them, what impressed the original owner most was the golden doll that fell from the sky.

Lying in the mud pit, the original owner of the golden doll from heaven was dizzy, and only saw the golden wild fruit in front of him, with thin blood-red lines shining on its body, like a kidnapped child, dizzy and dizzy The original owner who had turned into a paste grabbed it and ate it.

That's right, the original owner ate the golden doll, and let the orc take advantage of it at noon the next day.

Originally, the two things had nothing to do with each other, but somehow the half-orc felt that the two had a lot to do with each other. He even absurdly thought that it could be Goldfinger, a magical golden doll who acquired magical skills, which makes sense!

But the fact is that the first thing the half-orc thinks is to check his pulse to see if there are Gu worms in his body.

Under Wolf Fang's eyes: the honest half-orc sat in the corner and stared blankly in front of him, mechanically repeating the action of gnawing on the barbecue.

Langya stretched out his bright red tongue and gently slashed his lips, and swept away the mushroom on Lila's fingertips. During the movement, the red tongue inevitably slid across his fingertips. Lila's face was blushing, and Langya ate with relish——

The two are not on the same channel at all.

To deal with the half-orcs like pigs, they only need food. When the hunting team moved the corpses, the half-orcs stepped on a lot of bluegrass under the intentional or unintentional indulgence of the wolf teeth, and secretly made a few poisonous plants. Grassroots, he saw that many orcs were also preparing to harvest poisonous weeds, but they were stopped by Spike——

"...This is the amulet for the little slave to save his life. Without these, would you let him go to the slave camp?"

When talking about this, Langya was still gnawing on the red fruit, and after eating one lira, he handed over one, and as soon as he spoke, Langya had already thrown two fruit stones at his feet.

The half-orc pricked up his ears. This was the second time he had heard the word "slave house", and it was the first time Wolf Fang said it. It seemed that he would go to the slave house without accident, but it was not good!

Could it be that those who couldn't pay the protection fee were thrown into the slave camp, and because the half-orcs knew how to eat the two kinds of food, they wouldn't enter the slave camp even after paying the protection fee?

The half-orc's mind was immediately pulled by this matter. Slaves are the most miserable living, because although their strength is not the worst, it is difficult to eat whatever they like.

As a natural slave, he needed to hug his golden thighs tightly, so when he thought about it, the half-orcs were after him—Spike Fang.

From afar, he saw the grassy fence, guarded by the orcs holding the bones. Behind him, the silver wolf looked down proudly, his emerald green eyes full of interest.

Those are the eyes of a cat that finds a mouse, full of playful eyes.

Victoria, he found his little one.

The author has something to say: This chapter is the last one.

Three more tomorrow.