I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

"Commander, your lunch is ready."

The guard approached with a large plate filled with roasted and cut pieces of meat sprinkled with unknown spices. The aroma could be smelled from a distance.

After putting the plate down, the guard left. Not long after, he returned with a bowl of fragrant broth and placed it on the table. He then spread a piece of grass leaf on top, placed chopsticks on the grass leaf, and sprinkled some unknown sticky seasoning on it.

After preparing all this, the guard saluted to the man on the couch and left.

The sun was a little dazzling. The man on the recliner was not exposed to the sun but was in a comfortable shade. However, there was a sunshade above his head.

The man kept his eyes closed from beginning to end, with his hands crossed behind his head, taking a comfortable nap.

After a while, the heat from the food on the table dissipated, and the man slowly opened his eyes, sat on the chair, and began to enjoy today's lunch.

The dipping sauce on the grass leaves is a syrup that is a specialty of the blood-stained race in the Hongchuan area. This syrup is also a scarce product with limited supply.

Apart from the main city, only the major beast kings can be allocated it regularly.

Aaron is one of the only two nine-star orcs in the Olivier tribe. Although he is not of the bloodline of the Beast King, he has some kinship with Olivier, which is why he can enjoy this scarce item.

This syrup is produced by the Kani insect tribe, hence the name Kani honey. It is used as a seasoning for food and has a rich and delicious taste.

Don’t think that a group like this that provides scarce goods lives well. Any limited strategic resources are firmly controlled by the temple.

Without the strong power to protect their wealth, they will only be enslaved. The only difference between them and other enslaved races is that the foreign races that control this race do not deprive them of their ability to reproduce.

In order for such an industry to continue, it naturally requires inheritance from generation to generation. They will be vassals of foreign races from generation to generation and continue such slavery.

They were even branded with slave marks, willing to endure such oppression and exploitation.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

The guard in charge of cooking was hitting a large basin with an iron spoon, making a crisp sound. Hearing the sound, the guards tied whips around their waists and walked towards the greenhouse in the distance.

They were in groups of three or four, chatting about interesting things that had happened recently.

"You haven't seen how beautiful the saint girl who came back from the temple is! When she walks, her waist twists so much! Just looking at her will make your soul go away!"

"Who would dare to want a female as fierce as the Second Young Master? Only a bunch of blind people would flatter her. They haven't seen how she tortured those dirty-blooded races. If they saw it, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to get an erection, right?"

The orc who was speaking pointed to the area under his body, and vividly performed the scene of Aura torturing people. The vitals were crushed into a ball of mud. It was so cruel that people felt pain in their lower body just by looking at it.

He grinned at the people around him.

"You better be careful, kid! If the second young master gets to her ears and attracts her attention and takes her into her room, you'll be in big trouble!"

The orc who was performing was still very young, handsome and outstanding, and he could be considered a young man with good talent.

It's hard to say about these things. Aura's hobby is curiosity. If you really attract her attention, you may be taken into her room and become a beastly husband.

The young orc shuddered, "Don't scare me, I'll give you this opportunity, do you want it?"

"We don't have that kind of luck. Even if we are willing, she needs to be likable to us! You are still young, there are plenty of opportunities!"

The orc next to him teased and patted his shoulder.

"Hey, don't curse me!" The young orc smelled the aroma of meat and said, "Oh, today I'm cooking my favorite black pork!"

He pulled the orc beside him and ran forward anxiously, "Hurry up, if you keep searching like this, they will take away all the good stuff!"

"Why rush? There's food to eat anyway."

"You don't understand. Kurobuta pork is best eaten from the ribs. If you go too late, they will all be picked up!"

The man chuckled, but followed him into the crowded crowd.

The guards were happily enjoying today's lunch here, while the slaves in the distance were still busy without stopping.

It is during this gap that they have room to catch their breath and slow down their movements.

The tribe only provides these mining slaves with the necessary food to sustain life. To put it bluntly, as long as they can't die and have the strength to work, that's enough.

If this continues, even the six-star and seven-star orcs will no longer have any power to resist and can only die in this long life as miners.

Of course, it is even more impossible for them to provide purified food to the people here. The beasts they hunted will remain in the same state when they arrive here.

The slaves couldn't even make a fire to eat hot food.

A distant viewing point.

Erlan was carrying a wooden box as big as his body, which Cowell had given him before they left.

When Erlan took this thing, his expression was very strange, and he was infected with depression. It took him several days to recover.

Su Tang did not ask more questions. For some things, one cannot understand the unforgettable pain without experiencing the suffering of others. Su Tang would not tear open his precarious scars in the name of comfort.

A self-respecting and arrogant person like Erlan would not want anyone to pry into his vulnerability. Even if he wants to show sympathy, he must find a balance.

He opened the wooden box, took out the things inside, and solved Su Tang's long-standing doubts.

This is a long sword that is heavily crafted. The width of the serrated blade is as wide as Su Tang's waist. No one knows what material it is made of. The tip of the blade is sharp, but there is no reflection on the blade body.

"Uncle Cowell said that this was the magic weapon that my grandfather left to him for repair. However, even after the weapon was repaired, the owner no longer had it... Now, this magic weapon has been passed down to me. We are of the same blood. If my grandfather could use it, I can use it too."

He held the black sword and handed it to Su Tang. The blood power in Su Tang originally came from Erlan, so theoretically there would be no problem in using it.

Pursing her lips, Su Tang solemnly took the long sword. The moment she touched the blade, the blood power in her body was summoned out and poured into it without any deliberate control.

With a crackling sound, the long knife shattered into small black pieces of exactly the same shape and size. Su Tang raised his hand in surprise and touched one of the pieces.

The fragments reassembled and formed a circle of wrist guards on her hands.

Patrick's eyes sparkled as he exclaimed in amazement: "What a good thing! The quality of this magic weapon is absolutely top-notch! Hiss - it makes my heart flutter!"

Having been the Beast King for so many years, Patrick still hasn't had a magic weapon of his own, and he is extremely envious.

Divine weapons are rare, and divine craftsmen are even rarer. To make a divine weapon that matches the power of one's own bloodline, the materials and effort consumed are not to mention, especially the top-notch divine weapons!

Not to mention that the materials are hard to find. Not every divine craftsman can forge such materials. Different skills require different forging methods. Some divine craftsmen are suitable for forging strong and fierce divine weapons, while some divine craftsmen are suitable for forging flexible and warm divine weapons. It all depends on the inherited skills.

Seeing Su Tang still standing there stupidly, Patrick pushed her and said, "Why are you still standing there like an idiot? Come closer and put it on!"

She staggered, and as her body broke through the wall of black iron plates, the iron plates attached to her body, forming a set of armor that protected her key parts.

A complete set of armor, including helmet, breastplate, back armor, skirt armor, and arm armor, probably tailor-made for men. When worn by Su Tang, the armor plates almost covered her entire body.

She moved her body and found that although the armor looked heavy, it was extremely light to wear, as if it had merged into her body and become a part of her.

Mobilizing the power of her blood, the armor plates on her waist decomposed and combined into a small dagger, which she held in her hand and fit perfectly!

Su Tang was shocked. Is this the level of creation possible in the animal world?

It’s too advanced!

Seeing the surprise in Su Tang's eyes, Erlan touched the top of her head.

"like?"

Su Tang nodded vigorously. It was more than just liking, it was love!

"What's its name."

"Flying Cloud Shuttle."