Plants of Another World Offense and Defense

Hiding next to a rock, not out of sight but enough to block the view.

The orc's name is given by the master, do you still have a name without the master?

There is a saying to describe half-orc slaves: the name of the iron master Liushui.

The seemingly silly and sweet Hu Xiao asked the important point as soon as he opened his mouth, and the subsequent temptation was even more unpredictable. If he hadn't died on this, he really wouldn't know anything.

However, it is not without benefits to die too much, at least he is still alive, even if he is a half-orc who is a part-time slave.

The point is that he lives.

The original owner of the orc was choked to death by a ginkgo. The half-orc didn't inherit any memory. He touched the empty mouth and vaguely felt that he had been cut by something before.

I know what primitive people should know and understand what primitive people say, but there are many dialects and I can only hear the general idea. This is also due to the monotonous and terrible language system of the barbaric people. There are not too many dialects, otherwise... already dead.

Stretch your hand into the wound, grit your teeth and sweat one after another, dig out the worms like cement while stirring, cut off the excess rotten meat with a stone knife, and after finishing the work, your hand trembles limply on the ground, and you breathe heavily Slowed down, his arm was throbbing in pain, and he didn't care if his mouth was bitten, he is now dumb and can't speak!

Biting the shell, his hands were trembling and some fell off his body. He wiped some salt and melted it into the water. According to Huxiao's instructions, he touched the salt water and poured it on the wound. He gasped in pain and twitched desperately. pain.

"medicine."

Hu Xiao walked over with a leaf of medicine in his arms, sat cross-legged next to the slave, his eyes were calm, as if what he was facing was not a bloody arm but a ham sausage.

The half-orc looked at his horrific arm, feeling the power of the salt water, and worked hard to concentrate on playing the role of the dumb with a broken tongue, controlling his soft voice that reached his throat.

The carrion that was thrown to the side of the stone by the orcs disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Corrupt energy requires energy.

The half-orc's eyes changed suddenly, and he wanted to wipe out the unknown voice immediately.Soon he hid the speculation in his eyes and looked at the orc with a calm face. The orc in front of him couldn't hear the weird voice.

Oops overheard, turn off the media, turn off the media!

The half-orc's face turned cold, but he was helpless, and suddenly became agitated.

"what--!"

The unconscious girl who traveled through time and worked as a part-time angel woke up. With a face full of vitality at this age, she is still in junior high school, right?The slave lowered his eyelids to hide the pity in his eyes. He even saved himself from the mud bodhisattva crossing the river, so why talk about pity?

Mercy, that's not what a slave should think.

"hiss……"

Gasping in pain, he tried his best to avoid making a single sound, the mother tongue imprinted in the blood and bone marrow, so forget?Everything was exposed as soon as he opened his mouth. The half-orc lowered his head and did not look at the faces of other people. It was not accidental that the wilderness ate the time traveler, and it was even recorded in the inheritance. Every time traveler is Tang monk meat. Unfortunately, this The facts are well known.

So the dumb slave came into being, and there was nothing wrong with it. He was born dumb, as long as he could enter the tribe alive, with the food he knew how to eat, there would be absolutely no problem in living.

"If it wasn't for Wu, you would have died."

Long Grass has an unexpectedly rich vocabulary.

The big witch with long grass must be a very capable person.

I really want to know what kind of big witch is like this!

After all, in the ancient times when there was a lack of medicine, an injury like his would have killed him a long time ago. If he hadn't been lucky, he wouldn't have waited for these people and wouldn't have had the chance to save Huxiao.

After applying the medicine and tying up the leaves, the little tiger's stomach growled, and it happened that the barbecue was also done.

Following behind Xiao Hu, Xiao Hu was going to eat barbecue, and he was going to work. If he didn't work, he would definitely have nothing to eat tonight. Grass alone would not fill his stomach, let alone he was a wounded soldier.

The meat has been forcibly torn apart by brute force. An orc is slicing the meat with a bone dagger, holding the red piece of meat in his crowed hands. Sickness, if you eat dirty, you won’t get sick.

I never expected that the long grass had already appeared, and the stone pot looked like it had been dug with brute force, and it was very fresh. It seemed that there were sharp claws in the orc pile.

There are some mushrooms piled on the big leaves, the stone pot is the size of a washbasin, and an earthen stove is built with stones, where a pile of wood is piled up for burning. He also saw the orcs wrap the leaves, wrap them in mud and throw them in. Quite a few, the food is so rich.

There are three fires in total, one is guarded by only one person and the other two are the home field. The meat slices are skewered and creaked against the fire. The orcs hold the tree branches to enjoy the fun of their own barbecue, and the other is to roast the whole piece of meat. The bone dagger slashed at the meat and sprinkled some salt grains from time to time. The orange flame licked the golden meat, and it seemed that it was almost cooked.

He walked towards the fire with the fewest people and also the smallest fire, lowered his head and gestured with his fingers, pointing at the stone pot and pointing at himself, the meaning was very simple and clear.

"Hey, the little slave is very good, give meat to eat after work."

His head was covered with mud, and he was not angry, his eyes were fixed on the shriveled spicy fruit on the big leaf, and he could also see the little bugs wiggling their buttocks and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Turning his head to look at the home of Huodui, he glanced at the tools he had: a pot of animal blood clots, some spicy fruits, some pieces of meat, and a clean tree branch.

The job of sticking mud had already been done without him, and he crossed his legs to make Kaikai black chicken feet, although they were still so black and shiny.

He tried his best to remove the worms inside by tearing the spicy fruit, but the normal method of tearing cloth was not suitable when one hand was injured, so he pressed down the spicy fruit with his injured hand, and opened the tear with the other hand.

After tearing the spicy fruit and tearing the meat, the meat cut with a bone dagger is thick and large. The width alone is more than [-] centimeters. It is two fingers thick. It is not realistic to say that it is a steak.

Half-orcs, as the name suggests, are orcs between orcs and sub-beasts. They maintain a half-beast shape, unlike sub-beasts that have evolved into non-transformable beasts, and they are not orcs that can transform freely. They are middle-class abandoned by reproduction. But in terms of survivability, it is also in the middle position, more than less than more than enough.

Waving his sharp claws, he deftly sliced ​​through the thick chunks of meat, made them into small, not too thin, chunks, and threw them down in one go. In order to create the appearance that he was working hard, he stirred it from time to time and occasionally peeked at the barbecue. At home, lick your lips and touch your saliva, don't be too hungry.

The stone pot, the boiling water is full and the cold is slow. When the barbecue is finished and the Asian animal is full of oil, his side is still not good, and the moon has fallen from the treetops, and it feels deflated. Biting his lip in aggrieved stomach, he gnawed on the picked grass roots in his mouth, the sweet taste was good.

A strong aroma filled the air, shrugged his nose just finished eating the barbecue and drank the soup, and went to sleep. The sharp twigs that were peeled from the meat and spicy fruit were easily poked into the meat, which seemed to be cooked.

"Are you ready? I was supposed to drink it tomorrow."

Li Ya stared at the orc, ate the barbecue slowly, and occasionally helped Hu Xiao rub the oil on the corner of his mouth.

Is it to blame him for overcooking the meat?

He immediately got down on the ground in fear, his face was distorted due to the pain in his hands, he was already ugly but now he was even uglier.

"Drink the soup, get a bowl here."

There is a big domino hanging around the neck of the orc who is holding the time-traveling woman. Ya (Li Ya) and Hu Xiao are both big and small. Adhering to the belief that the bigger the better, this orc should be a big head.

How is this good?

He was getting lower and lower, and he didn't know what to do. If he was not careful, he would be eaten!

There are flaming mountains on all sides, and death is everywhere.

In the end, the time-traveling girl pulled the big head and said with disgust, "It's ugly, like a caterpillar. You won't have an appetite when you look at the dirty ones!"

The orc couldn't understand the sub-beast's words at all, but this didn't prevent him from embarrassing the half-orc. He was just a picked slave, and it didn't matter if he died.

The expression of frowning and disgust and the small emotion of turning away and not looking at it vividly displayed the bullying power of the fox and the tiger, and the indifference to life could not be ignored in his eyes.

Oops, bad luck, didn't meet the Virgin Mary White Lotus, but met a real villain green tea whore.

"Humph!"

The big head snorted coldly and strode forward, only to hear a painful moan interspersed with the sound of bones breaking.

"Ah—it's terrible!"

She had never seen such a scene before, the time-traveling girl hid behind an orc in fear, tightly clutching the orc's arm, tears welling in her eyes.

She really just complained, she didn't want him to die at all, she really just didn't like furry animals, who called this a monster.

After looking down on half-orcs, her children were also half-orcs.

Beauty suffers, no need for language, all blame slaves.

The big head was about to go up and deal with the half-orc, Li Ya threw a stone at the tiger's legs, "Slave of the big witch, you dare to do it before the big witch speaks?"

When talking about slaves, he paused in surprise, pointing to Yashou on purpose but not to the orcs at all - Yashou immediately felt the atmosphere cool down, and his fiery gaze disappeared completely.

why?

Even if a strange sub-beast is brought back to the tribe, he has to meet the big witch. Only after the big witch agrees for a period of time will he decide whether he will be a commoner or a slave, but the witch said that there will be slaves before he comes, and the more he fears the big witch, he dare not Look at the sub-beast, the slaves of the great witch don't need to bother.

Praise the great witch!

Hu Er's raised foot immediately became stiff, and his temper was suddenly like a balloon that was punctured. He stepped back and took a big leaf, folded it into a hole, filled the broth, and left, but the look in his eyes when he was leaving made him shudder. With a shiver, he knew that he hadn't had a good time during this time.

Huddled in a ball and hugged the limp hand, which is now broken, tears of grievance swirl in the eye sockets, didn't he just cook the soup?Cooking a soup is not a fart, something that can be stopped completely, smash your teeth and swallow it in your stomach, don't cry!Because no one can rely on you, because no one can help you cry.

"Meat."

There was a familiar voice, it was the orc touching the mud, he stretched out his hand and touched the pitiful bite of the meat.

"Tooth, what should I do?"

"Don't worry, the person who can't die the big witch can't die."

Such an indifferent and careless tone of voice, he secretly remembered it in his heart, remembering this man named Ya, remembering this culprit and also remembering the big head who kicked his arm off!

He will firmly remember the big head, and then an eye for an eye with an eye for an eye.

As for the time-traveling woman, this is a woman destined to die, not worthy of his concern, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't hold grudges anymore, he doesn't mind adding insult to injury.

Especially when she gets shaved.

Wu Nu hates it so much, the more it hurts, the more it hates it, and the hatred makes it itch.

"Medicine, I'll help you repack it."

Still a small tiger, he lowered his head and shivered all over, biting pieces of meat mechanically and repeating movements.

Tilting his head to look at the tied hands, he showed a shy smile to Huxiao: I am very grateful to you, but only grateful.

The half-orc could see the indifference hidden in the depths of the orc's eyes.

That was the kindness of the superiors to the ants, and then the ants risked their lives, and their bodies were smashed to pieces.It's a pity that half-orcs are not ants, but wandering dragons in trouble.

Li Ya frowned, thinking of the slave's smile, it was so weird.

The author has something to say: the new system has been added, the plot should be fuller