God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

Seeing that the strong men of the Stone Clan were busy there, even more active than the human race's deputy tribes, many of the deputy tribes were dumbfounded.

Why are you taking our job? You've already done it, what else can we do?

Moreover, in the outside world, many powerful Stone Clan men fell silent when they looked at the bastard-looking tribesmen on the light mirror.

Even some young stone tribesmen asked in confusion.

"So...we are now a sub-race of the human race?"

"impossible."

"Then why..."

This fucking thing is more of a deputy tribe than a deputy tribe. Just look at the deputy tribes of the human race. They are not as diligent as our stone tribe. Is this not a deputy tribe?

"No matter what, the human race is so powerful now that it's not shameful to be a deputy clan to the human race."

Ok? ? ?

Hearing this, many Stone Tribes looked at you one after another. Good guy, you changed so fast. You are so smooth. Don't you feel any pressure at all?

But let’s forget about the Stone Clan. What’s going on with these Monster Clan sub-races in the Human Clan’s ancestral land?

Aren't your superiors still tied up? As the subordinates of the Monster Clan, shouldn't you share the same hatred as your superiors and resist to the end?

Do the demon clan know that you are so flattering?

Looking at these demon clan sub-tribes, I saw that the faces of the human clan were all bursting with smiles, bending over and laughing along with them, looking like a bitch.

"Sir, are you tired? Come on, let me help you get it."

Seeing a human saint holding a tea cup, he quickly went up to take it, with an expression that said you had worked hard.

This human saint was completely confused. What's the matter? Why do I have to work so hard to get a teacup?

After breakfast, why am I having a hard time drinking some tea?

Looking at the demon clan deputy with complicated eyes, the human saint didn't know what to say.

"you..............."

"Sir, if you have anything to do, just ask."

"No...it's okay..."

"Then sir, slow down and be careful of the steps."

"There is water, don't dirty your shoes."

Ok? ? ?

Looking at the deputy clan of the demon clan who was holding a teacup and following behind the saint from the human clan, all the clans nearby were dumbfounded.

Why are there such scoundrels in this world?

It was such an eye-opener.

For a time, the original sub-race of the human race felt great pressure.

Damn it, they are all so good at it. What if this continues? Doesn’t it make us look useless?

If our superiors don't like us by then, what the hell are we going to do?

The many sub-tribes of the human race felt a lot of pressure for a while. Can you all go away? We are the sub-tribes of the human race.

Things in the ancestral land do not need to be worried by the human race at all, and there seems to be someone to take care of everything.

Bring a cup of tea, drink some water, get a massage, anyway, with just one look, people will understand.

Looking at everything happening in the ancestral land of the human race, the outside world has fallen into silence.

These are all strong men from their various tribes, and now all of them are living like shit.

We respect you so much, what are you doing now, what are you doing? A slave?

It's a pity that the strong men of all races in the ancestral land don't know this at all. Even if they know, they probably won't care. You don't understand. We are planning for the future.

Now that it feels good to lick the human race, will the good times be far away in the future? This is the future of our race.

The human race is comfortable here, and the ancestors of the undead, barbarian, and ancient races on the other side are gathered together at this time.

Everyone looked ugly, and no one spoke for a long time in the hall. Finally, an ancestor of the ancient clan said in a deep voice.

"No one is talking? How should we respond next?"

Right now, there are actually only two choices before the three tribes, either to fight against the human race to the end, or to surrender.

If they continue to fight, with the current strength of the human race, plus the stone race and the demon race, they don't have much chance of winning.

I couldn't win the battle before, let alone now.

It is almost doomed to failure.

But even if you surrender, the price you need to pay is probably not small.

Although I don’t know what conditions the human race will put forward, it is obvious that he will not be able to escape due to heavy bleeding.

At the mention of the Monster Clan, the ancestors of the three clans gnashed their teeth again.

Damn the [-]th generation, what the hell, it’s because of the demon clan that they ended up in this situation.

The demon clan has plotted against them from the beginning, and this revenge must be avenged. The demon clan will never let the demon clan reap good fruits in the future.

The ancestors of the three tribes hated the demon tribe so much that they gnashed their teeth with hatred. Little did they know that at this time, in the ancestral land of the human race, the only race with backbone was the demon tribe.

Even if they are tied up by Five Flowers, the demon clan is not willing to accept charity from the human clan, and would rather die than take the human clan's pills.

Even the sub-tribes of the Monster Clan have become bastards, and only the Monster Clan is still holding on.

But in the eyes of the ancestors of the three clans, such a "iron-bone" demon clan is a complete and utter brat, a traitor, and a despicable and shameless race.

Even worse than the human race, they are simply a bunch of trash.

I have already scolded all three generations of the demon ancestors in my heart, but this has no meaning or any use.

Things that should be resolved still need to be resolved, and now the ancestors of the three tribes are facing a difficult choice.

After hearing the words of the ancestor of the ancient tribe, an ancestor of the barbarian tribe sighed and said.

"Oh, surrender, there is no chance anymore."

"When the five races were in alliance, they were not able to take advantage. What's more, there are two traitors now. Now no one can stop the rise of the human race."

There is no hope for these three clans alone.

After hearing the words of the Barbarian ancestor, the ancestors of both tribes nodded in agreement.

"That's all it is now."

"Then surrender."

"I agree."

Only the ancestors of the undead tribe remained silent because their golden dragon of luck was still there.

The barbarian and ancient tribes no longer have the luck golden dragon. They have been stolen by the human race a long time ago, and even the ancestors have been killed.

But as for the undead, the Luck Golden Dragon is still there, and so are the ancestors.

If you want to surrender to the human race, among other things, you have to hand over this Luck Golden Dragon, right?

How could the undead be willing to hand over their fate to the undead?

Therefore, the ancestors of the undead tribe gritted their teeth and struggled. They were really unwilling to surrender.

After the ancestors of the other two tribes expressed their opinions, they also turned their attention to the ancestors of the undead tribe.

There is something strange in his eyes, and he obviously knows what the ancestors of the undead are thinking, but at this time, do you really think these are useful?

It sounds like you can keep the Luck Golden Dragon if you don't surrender. But when the human race takes action, it's different and you still have to hand it over obediently.

An ancestor of the ancient clan spoke.

"Stop it, you can't hold on to the Luck Golden Dragon."