Chapter 803: Orcs Will Never Be Slaves! Unless...... (Page 1/1)

The orcs are happy with their current life, they help move bricks and transport wood on the construction site every day, and the surrounding Seris do not discriminate against them because of their appearance.

Locally, the natives are used to living with youkai who are willing to accept human rules, and now it is not a big deal to add a naturalized green skin.

"It's time to eat!" With rattles ringing from all over the city, everyone put down their jobs and lined up to wash their hands and receive their lunch.

"Grom, the food here is delicious!" A large group of strong orcs with big shoulders and round waists gathered together to wait for their special delivery of an extra version of lunch: "It would be good to bring the others over, what we ate before was shit." ”

"Wait, wait and see." Grom Hell Roar copes with his kindred, he doesn't want to put his eggs in one basket.

The Seris did act friendly, but he had to be cautious when it came to the continuation of the race.

But life here is really good, they don't have to fight every day, they can learn something, at least in the past few days they have learned how to handle wood and build simple houses.

And in terms of food treatment, it is simply impossible for the strong orcs to extricate themselves, compared with these Seris, the mages in the New World are also eating exquisite pig food.

There is a saying that orcs will never be slaves, unless they are fed and sheltered!

It's a good life, but Grom always feels like there's something missing.

"Grom!" Chen Bachi walked over with a shaky twist, and saw that several strong orcs were using wrist wrestling to decide the winner, the winner could eat twice as much lunch, and the loser could only wait for the next meal.

The New Huaxia players pat their conscience and promised that they would definitely supply enough to these strong orcs at the beginning in terms of food, but these big-bellied men may have inherited the greenskin's thinking skills in terms of food consumption.

Every strong orc can eat food equivalent to half of his body weight without changing his face, and no matter how rich a big family is, he can't stand eating like this?

These muscle sticks are all small giants two hundred kilograms away, and one meal will make Li Bingheng, who is in charge of logistics, submit a report on the urgency of food reserves.

As a result, they later found out that these strong orcs did not eat for a week, and they could live well just by drinking water, basking in the sun, picking grass roots, and gnawing tree bark, and only then did they realize that this new race was a collection of the two monster races of the Greenskin and the Tyranid Zerg, and they were probably comparable to the earthly pythons in terms of energy acquisition system.

As a last resort, according to the regulations, each strong orc can only be rationed five kilograms of food per meal, and at least in the next three to five months, they will not be able to let go of the amount.

Grom Hell roared and solved his lunch, because he was in such a hurry that his sharp teeth accidentally ripped off half of the iron lunch box, but the strong orc hunk didn't notice it at all, chewed it and swallowed it.

"Grom, we're alive!" Chen Bachi was wearing a brand new metal armor, like a moving shield: "Bring my brothers with me to get new equipment!" ”

"Do you want us to fight?" Grom Hellroar feels as if he's come back to life, it's boring to have no fight!

"I don't know if there will be a war or not, but there is a batch of weapons and armor that you can use on the big ship over there, come and try it, if it is fast, we will have to set off by boat early tomorrow morning." Chen Bachi waved his hand and swaggered through the market with a group of strong orcs.

As a combat-intensive breed race, the Orcs have the utmost trust in every individual who shows good intentions.

And the most direct manifestation of this is that Grom Hell has become a follower of Chen Bachi, although it is funny, but it is true.

Although Grom can knock down ten or eight Chen Bachi with a single fart, he still gives Chen Bachi the greatest respect, not only because of trust, but also because of the monster country behind Chen Bachi.

Every day, these people who come across the sea are shaking the hearts of the natives of the Far South, the giant beasts in the sea, the giant beasts in the sky, the invincible heroes on the land, the countless riches, etc., are all unimaginable existences of the Far Southerners.

"When will we be able to return to our homeland?" Li Xuanbai has been wearing plain clothes for the second day in a row to find trouble with Yang Yuefan.

Before this, Madame Li had never worn a single dress for two days in a row, and even in the most difficult times of Wangxiang City, she tried to maintain this little privilege that belonged to the lord.

She still maintains a graceful and luxurious appearance, which is a signal for all the residents of Wangxiang City, proving that life can go on, proving that it has not yet reached the end of the mountain.

Now, the curses and threats of the years are gone, and Li Xuanbai can wear his favorite clothes freely.

What's more, the rest of her salutes have already been packed, and she is waiting to return to her hometown by boat, listening to the description of the young people, the land is like the legendary Promised Land, rich, stable, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Yang Yuefan pretended to look at the notepad that had been written in a mess: "I'll take a look at the ships that have returned to the mainland in the latest issue, oh, here, next year." ”

Speaking of which, Yang Yuefan didn't even act, and said directly to the showdown: "I'm sorry Mrs. Li, I'm afraid we haven't been able to draw enough strength from the fleet to return to the mainland recently." ”

"You're kidding me?" Mrs. Li slapped it on the table, leaving a clear handprint on it: "You didn't promise me that before!" ”

"That's right." Yang Yuefan nodded unscrupulously: "I'll play you." ”

"I'm sorry, let's go." Yang Yuefan removed Mrs. Li's hand like a fly, took out a huge map from the storage bag and spread it on the table: "You see, this is the general outline of the Far South, this is our location, and this is the Song Empire." ”

This is a map of the world, and many places on it are still blank, but the basic terrain of this world is exactly the same as that of Earth, so the various continents are outlined.

Yang Yuefan patiently explained to Mrs. Li: "And now, the territory of the Song Empire is different from your time, we lost a lot of territory when you were a child, and we didn't get it back until the last few years, and we also charged a lot of interest by the way, look here." ”

Yang Yuefan stretched out his hand and pointed to the area of nearly a finger wide along the coast of the loess region on the map: "This area is all corroded by chaos, and there is no way to break through without enough firepower, that is to say, if you want to return to the mainland, you must act together with the entire fleet to have a chance, and we now need the strength of the fleet to maintain deterrence in the Far South." ”

Although Yang Yuefan explained it very clearly, Mrs. Li still relied on a woman's intuition to decide: "You are fooling me!" ”

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