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There were a large number of machines like steel monsters parked nearby, with some minority species sitting on them. However, they did not participate in labor, but sat on those steel monsters, covering their eyes with a strange thing from time to time.

The off-road vehicle did not stop, but drove directly to a row of houses on the side and stopped.

Before he got out of the car, the old orc smelled a familiar, flatulent smell of blood, which is the smell that is emitted when animals are decomposed.

At this moment, a horned deer armored chariot drove back, with three dwarves wearing armor sitting in the vehicle, and some blood stains could be seen on their bodies.

What drew the old orc priest's attention even more was that behind this steel monster was dragging a small carriage, which was full of bloody corpses of beasts. They were all beasts that the old orc had never seen before.

"These are the celestial beasts we killed. These dwarves are responsible for following our suppression team and waiting in a safe area behind for the suppression team to kill the beasts. They will load the bodies of these beasts into trucks and transport them here.

Then, here, in that row of houses, these beasts are decomposed, placed in a refrigeration room driven by a fuel generator next to them, frozen there, and then loaded into trucks for transportation.

In other words, this job is to collect and process the corpses of beasts. For safety reasons, our dwarf warriors wearing armor are now doing this job.

However, they are both warriors and engineers, so they are overqualified for use here. "

A dwarf warrior came over, patted the halfling's shoulder hard, knocked the halfling young man off his feet, and said, "That's right, but for the sake of Cattail City, we are a little tired, so it's okay to feel a little wronged."

"Uncle, you are definitely not willing to do this job just because there is more alcohol supply here."

The dwarf laughed loudly: "What you said is right, but I feel that the aroma of the wine is increasingly unable to suppress the stench of these beasts, so you should quickly ask that little girl Illya to arrange the rotation.

Is this big orc here to replace us?"

"Uncle, this is the high priest of the orc tribe in the Cold Wind Prairie."

"It turns out to be Priest Grom."

The dwarf quickly saluted the old orc. He could joke with the halfling juniors, and he would still show respect to such an elder.

"I used to follow the transportation team to the Cold Wind Grassland to transport Demonic Iron Ore, and I have heard of your name."

The old orc priest returned the favor: "You are too polite. I am just an ordinary old orc."

"You are definitely a respectable elder. We have all felt the enthusiasm of the orc tribe. Your special liquor is the strongest wine I have ever drunk, except for the alcohol in Cattail City, but you are not allowed to drink that stuff. ."

The halfling young man sighed helplessly and said: "Uncle, you will take the orc priest to see your work later. Ms. Illya thinks that the orcs may not be able to compete with the workers and machines because of the language barrier and lack of experience." to cooperate in work.

Therefore, this job here should be more suitable for them. "

The dwarf nodded with a knowing expression: "Yes, this job is more suitable for orcs who make a living by hunting wild beasts and raising livestock on the cold wind grassland.

Don't worry, leave this matter to me. I'll ask the old priest to ride with us in the chariot to the front line later. I'll tell him everything he needs to pay attention to. Just wait here, I'm afraid of anti-aircraft guns. Will hurt your ears. "

"Uncle, I have also been trained by the Iron Army for two months, okay?"

"Two months is nothing," the dwarf said, turned back to the house, took out a wine flask and handed it to the old orc priest.

"Elder, let's go, I'll take you to see the battle in our Cattail City."

After the other dwarves attached the empty transport rack to the tank, the dwarf took the old orc, who was twice as tall as him, on the horned deer armored tank, and patted the roof of the tank hard: "Let's go."

"Pat gently, you little guy!" the dwarf driver stuck his head out and shouted to the dwarf.

"Hey, look who's sitting next to me."

Only then did the dwarf driver realize that an orc was sitting on the roof of the chariot.

"You are not the high priest of the orc tribe, are you?"

The dwarf said: "Haven't you seen the orc high priest every day? Why don't you recognize him?"

As they spoke, they started the chariot and drove towards the front line.

When the orc priest followed the chariot back again, he had already learned about the so-called cleanup work while chatting with the dwarves and dwarfs, and he had truly seen the combat power of the steel monster called the chariot beneath him. .

Compared with the cold wind grassland where life is difficult, although this cleanup work will bring close contact with those celestial beasts, under the protection of this chariot, there is really no danger.

And after having what the halflings and dwarves called a working meal in the camp, the old orc became even more determined to bring his tribe here.

Not to mention anything else, just the fragrant and unlimited supply of meat with enough salt and seasonings was enough to impress the old orc priest.

The old orc rarely asked questions, but he still couldn't help himself. He asked the dwarves and dwarfs who were dining with him why he cooked so much meat for everyone to eat, but the humans and dwarves didn't eat much of the meat.

From the eyes of the human workers and the soldiers who ate, he saw their disgust for the meat. In the eyes of the eaters, the meat seemed to be poisonous.

"You don't know something, because at the beginning the transportation here was inconvenient and the transportation of materials was difficult. The only food we had every day was the meat of these celestial beasts.

Alas, at that time, we ate meat for nearly two months without even touching a grain of rice or a piece of steamed bun residue.

Everyone felt like vomiting after eating, and now that they saw the meat, they had no interest in it. At most, they ate a few mouthfuls of pickled bacon as a meal. Very few people eat this kind of large pieces of cooked meat.

So you see, even though there is only a small amount of large pieces of meat, it is enough for everyone, because no one can maintain a good appetite for them all the time, not even if Darren thinks of all the tricks to relieve boredom. "

Seeing the nearby warriors nodding unconsciously, the old orc priest knew that this was indeed the truth, but it was a bit heartbreaking to hear it in his ears.

The orcs have begun to reluctantly add young grass and leaves to their diets, but here, they have already despised the delicious meat.

After dinner, the old orc said goodbye to the enthusiastic dwarves and gnomes, and followed the halfling on the return armored train.

"I've thought about it, we orcs are fully qualified for this job."