Big Brother's Alternative Strategy [Quick Transmigration]

The next day, the five orcs of the Blackscale tribe woke up and wanted to resist. After being beaten with black noses and swollen faces by the orcs guarding them as sandbags, they finally calmed down and started working.

The orcs of the Black Scale Tribe are strong and strong, and the beasts are also very large. One can work as many as ten, which can be regarded as a lot easier for the Cocklebur Tribe.

The five orcs observed the life of the tribe with ears up close, which was an eye-opener.

They thought it was miraculous enough that the Eared Tribe built a spacious and bright house, but when they saw the fireplace in the house and the burning coals in the fireplace, the five captives were so shocked that they seemed to have seen a miracle.

Outside the house, the north wind is whistling, snowflakes are falling, and in the warm interior, there are stone slabs and clay pots on the flames. The broth in the pots is gurgling, exuding a strong fragrance. The slate was wiped greasy, and the sliced ​​meat was placed on the slate, making a sound of stains.

The orc who was cooking carefully took honey and dripped it on the meat, sprinkled it with a little salt, and then sprinkled some flower fruit powder, the meat tasted more intense and fragrant.

The orc who was carrying the coal swallowed.

"Hurry up, the porcelain kiln needs coal, you are moving too slowly, do you want to be beaten?"

The orc who supervised the work of the captives scolded angrily.

"Hong Er, you are the supervisor today. It just so happens that I cooked fish soup and roasted meat. You can eat some."

The orc who was cooking in the room heard the sound. Could it be the orc who made friends with him? He took out the pottery with a smile, scooped up a bowl full of fish soup with a ceramic spoon, put a piece of meat on the pottery bowl, and handed it to Supervise captured orcs.

Red Er rubbed his hands together, took the soup bowl, and took a sip.

"Pepper powder added to the fish soup? Ah, it's so delicious! I used up all the pepper powder in three days and used it for barbecue. I didn't expect it to taste so good in fish soup!"

Red Ear sipped the fragrant and delicious fish soup, drank a couple of sips, grabbed the barbecue meat and ate it.

"This meat, put salt and chili powder, oh, and honey, roasted just right, rich in juice, fox ears, your cooking skills are getting better and better!"

Hong Er admired, everyone followed Gu Lingchuan to learn cooking skills, but the food made by Hu Er is better than other people's. Isn't this talent?

Oily meat, white thick and mellow soup, every kind of food is so tempting.

"Gulululu—"

The prisoner on the side looked at the two, and his stomach roared.

He looked anxiously at the pottery bowl in Hong Er's hand, then at the oily and bright red barbecue in Hong Er's hand, and swallowed.

"Tsk, I'm hungry before I've done much work. The orcs in your Blackscale tribe are more useless than the other!"

Hong Er drank the fish soup in one gulp, ate the remaining roast meat in two or three mouthfuls, wiped his mouth, handed the pottery bowl to his friend, and flicked his whip: "Don't dawdle, work!"

"Grumble-"

The belly of the hungry orc made a louder roar.

The orc took a deep breath: "I'm so hungry, I'm about to starve to death! Give me a bite, I'll be strong after eating, and I'll work hard."

"It's really annoying."

Red Ear frowned displeased.

Seeing this, the orc who was cooking was helpless, pulled out a boiled soft whole potato from under the fish soup, scooped it in a spoon and handed it to the working orc: "Eat it, this is my little boy's supper, see you I'm hungry, I'll give it to you, and work hard after eating."

Just as the orc was about to take the potatoes with his black hands, Red Ears threw him a piece of buckskin in disgust: "Come in, don't dirty the potatoes that our tribe with ears worked so hard to grow!"

After eating the fist-sized potatoes in one go, the sweet and delicious potatoes soaked in the sweetness of the fish soup, the orc licked his fingers, not satisfied, and looked eagerly at the orc who gave him food.

He had never eaten such a delicious thing!He still wants to eat!

Seeing the appearance of the orc, Red Er became more and more displeased. She whipped the whip to the ground and made a loud noise.

"Don't be greedy, a bad guy like you should be starved to death! Don't look, work!"

The orc who gave the food closed the door.

The orc who was not full sighed, carried two bags of coal on his back and asked, "What kind of meat are you eating? How can it be so sweet? It's so delicious."

"That's our own potatoes, not meat."

Red Ear said proudly.

"Do you eat such delicious food every day?"

The orcs of the Blackscale Tribe envied him sincerely. He didn't understand why the Ear Tribe, who was worried about starving to death last year, changed completely in less than a year.

Red Ear sneered: "Potatoes are delicious, but they're not the best. Roasted corn is delicious. It's fragrant and sweet. You can also cook soup with bacon. Not to mention how delicious it is!"

The orcs of the tribe with ears ate potatoes for a year, and the novelty of potatoes disappeared. Their favorite food now has become sweet and delicious corn.

Grind the corn into flour, cut some beets into it, and make a sweet paste. Drink a bowl every morning, not to mention how comfortable it is!

Thinking of the smell of sweet corn mush, Hong Er couldn't help but licked her lips, even if she was just full, she was a little greedy.

Red Er thought, in the evening, she will cook a big pot of corn paste, be bold, take out the beets she has stored, put more than half of them, and invite her good friends and good friend's cubs to the house for dinner.

The orcs of the Blackscale Tribe had never heard of these strange foods. He asked curiously, "What is corn? Is it also a kind of meat?"

"Meat? Meat is just so-so delicious. There are more delicious things than meat."

Red Ear is a horse-shaped orc, who doesn't like meat by nature. Hearing this, he was impatient to say more, and flicked his whip to speed up the prisoner.

On this day, the five orcs of the Blackscale Tribe saw all kinds of novelty.

Pottery pots, bowls, knives, fireplaces, and red bricks fired from the kilns to build houses.

The cocklebur tribe is orderly, every orc has a happy smile on his face, the women are plump, and the little orcs are chubby one by one, they gather together and do dance-like movements.

The smell of all kinds of food wafted in the air, so fragrant that the orcs of the Blackscale Tribe salivated.

This day was an ordinary day for the tribe with ears, but for the captive orcs, it was a day of hunger and suffering.

It was night, and each of the five orcs who had worked for a day was given a potato, a small piece of bacon, and a small bowl of fish soup.

After eating the food that they have been greedy for a whole day, the five orcs wished they could eat all the bowls in their hands.

Tremella, who was guarding the group, looked at the hungry looks of the five orcs from the Blackscale Tribe, sneered, put away the bowls and spoons, tied them tightly with ropes, and then closed the door and left.

The full-fledged orcs looked at each other.

"By the way, why didn't we take the opportunity to escape just now?"

The leading orc reacted belatedly.

There was only one female orc guarding them. The five elders didn't have the slightest thought of running away. They obediently ate dinner and were tied up obediently by the other party.

The bearded orc who had eaten a potato at noon blushed.

"I was so hungry, I wanted to eat until I was full, but the food was so delicious that I forgot to run away."

In fact, he wanted to eat a few more meals before escaping.

Even, the orc thought, if he could eat this delicious food every day, it would be okay if he didn't run away...

In the tribe with ears, just by doing some work, you can eat delicious potatoes and barbecue, as well as delicious soup to drink. He would rather work more and eat more meals.

The orcs of the tribe with ears are very kind. The intruders of the tribe of black scales were only beaten, but their lives were not in danger. Delicious food like a gift from the gods.

Hearing the words, the other three orcs glanced at their companions, their eyes wandering: "We have the strength to escape when we are full, right, ha ha ha ha."

The three of them looked at each other and immediately understood.

After confirming the eyes, it is someone who wants to stay in the tribe with ears to earn money!

The Blackscale tribe has a strict hierarchy. Among them, only the triangular-eyed orc who is the leader has some status. After hunting, he can eat some food. The other orcs, no matter how many prey they catch, have to be handed over to the leader. Let the powerful leader and the leader's The wife and children enjoy first.

The last thing they could eat was the leader and the leader's wife and children, and the meat that had been stored for a long time and started to rot.

Therefore, even if the Blackscale tribe is a powerful tribe, the orcs at the bottom will not live well in winter.

In this way, what orc would not be happy to eat delicious food just by staying in the Youer tribe to do some physical work?

Several subordinates have been shaken, but the leading orc hasn't noticed yet, his triangular eyes flashed a cold light: "That's right, eat your fill first, and when the right time comes, we will take advantage of the opportunity to get angry and put those who dare not respect us to death." Kill all the orcs, occupy the entire tribe with ears, and then welcome the leader, when the time comes, we will definitely be rewarded by the leader!"

The other four orcs lowered their heads without saying a word.

Tremella standing outside the door could clearly hear the conversation of several orcs in the room.

"Hey, what these idiots think is beautiful, don't give them food tomorrow, do as much work as you can, and throw it out when you starve to death."

She waved her hand, signaling the orcs on guard to keep an eye on the five captives in the room.

The five prisoners worked all day the next day and were not given any food. Naturally, they were unwilling and protested.

Tremella opened the door with a cold expression, his eyes were cold, and he looked at the five orcs with killing intent.

"Food? You are just captives of our Eared Tribe, how can you be eligible for food? Do you still want to kill the orcs from the Eared Tribe because you want to escape?"

The female orc Sen Leng said, waved her hand, and slapped the man with triangular eyes on the face with a whip.

A merciless whip hit the unhealed scar on the triangular-eyed man's face. The orc jumped up with a groan, his eyes bloodshot: "Smelly woman, you want to die!"

"I see, it's you who are courting death!"

Another voice came.

Behind Tremella, Xan'er looked angrily at the leader of the five orcs.

Cocklebur is a gentle and kind orc, but this does not mean that he has no principles. When the five orcs threatened to kill the orcs of the ear tribe and force the female orcs, he was full of anger.

Tremella looked at Xan'er, and handed the whip to Xan'er: "You punish this guy."

Xanthium took the whip and whipped it out hard.

The triangular-eyed orc roared, wanting to transform into a beast, but the cocklebur took the lead and turned into a sika deer, kicking the orc hard and knocking him unconscious.

Then, the sika deer shook its head, fiercely used its majestic horns to bump into the four black-scaled orcs who wanted to attack him.

Another orc was thrown to the ground.