Sword and Magic and Taxi

The Nazgul are the minions of the Demon King Sauron, and their power, life, and will are closely linked to the Demon King. When the Demon King's power is at a relatively low level, the Nazgul will also enter sleep mode, greatly reducing the frequency of public appearances.

Devil King Sauron has not prepared any large-scale operations yet. These orcs are free-range and live according to the pyramid management method inherited from the past. Zhao Mai squeezed his fist and said to Xiao Hua and the reserve grain: A ten husband It means nothing to the world situation. You two have three days to adapt to the environment here, and then I will start fighting all the way up.

The food reserves are okay, and they are already jumping around Zhao Mai's feet, looking very energetic. Its main problem is that it always sticks out its tongue to act cute and doesn't look like a scary hell dog at all. Xiaohua was still a little listless and replied with a hesitant Yeah.

Didn't you absorb the branches of the Twin Sacred Trees? And you have lived in the original world of Arda for a long time. Why haven't you adapted yet?

It is the power of the Double Holy Trees that affects me, otherwise I would have adapted a long time ago. Xiaohua thought for a while and described it in a more understandable way: This world may regard me as the Double Holy Trees, and keep looking towards me. I demand energy. I cannot support the entire world’s need for light and vitality.”

This is troublesome. Even if I provide you with energy, I can't support that much! Zhao Mai frowned and said, How about using the power of blue crystal? I guess that can keep you going for a long time.

No, that would be counterproductive. The more energy I provide, the more I will be regarded as a double sacred tree. The blue crystal should be able to support me, but the price is that I will become a pure energy channel. I need to maintain balance. More energy might actually turn me into a holy tree.

Then what should you do? If it doesn't work, I'll release the car right now. You can go in and hide. It'll be fine if you isolate yourself from the environment.

Well, that's one way, but let's wait until the last moment. I'm currently explaining this misunderstanding to the force of nature, and at the same time adjusting my own aura. This may take a while, and during this time I won't be able to show up to help you. ”

No problem, just focus on yourself. What I need more is your wisdom, so it's good to be able to talk. However, even if you need to sleep completely, it's no problem. Let me know in advance so I can accommodate you.

Zhao Mai was sitting on a tree stump, wearing nothing more than a tattered iron shield, but he was still very aura--it would have been better if the hellhound with the expression of a domestic dog wasn't deducting performance points. There was nothing good about this poor nameless tribe. An older female orc brought over a clay pot with some dark, brown stuff in it.

A few roasted slightly burnt potatoes, a large piece of sweet potato, a roasted bird of unknown variety, and two palm-sized fish, of course also roasted. The village is not far from the salt lake, so there are still some coarse salt particles sprinkled on it. Zhao Mai suddenly remembered his first pot of gold in Golarion, the money that made him targeted by dwarves, and the money that made him kill his first person.

Without saying a word, he frightened the female orc so much that she put down her plate and hurried out, only to run back within five seconds. This time she held a handful of yellow leaves in her hand, which she placed squarely next to the plate.

Tobacco leaves? Do you still have such a thing here? Zhao Mai waved his hand: You don't need to bring me this kind of thing, it makes sense to have more food and food.

Sir, it is Chief Muke Huangya who wants us to pay tribute to you. If the quality and quantity cannot satisfy him, no matter how much food you have, it will not count.

Muke Huangya, who is that guy, a centurion? A thousand-centurion?

He is also a captain of ten, but he was originally ranked before Steel Fist.

I know, don't pay attention to him. Zhao Mai pushed aside the tobacco leaves, picked up the roasted bird and put it under his nose to smell it. Reserve Liang turned his head and looked at Zhao Mai eagerly, the meaning of which was quite obvious. There is really nothing I can do about you, why are you so hungry? He first cast a druid spell to purify the food to ensure that the food in his hand would not be eaten up, and then he threw it to the dog.

What are you looking at? Don't you want to eat? Zhao Mai snorted and drove the female orc out.

According to the customs of the orcs, the more they can eat and fight, the stronger and more respected the orc will be. Even the kind that is very capable of fighting but has a small appetite, such as the Orc Heavy Crossbow Sniper. Their fighting ability is good, but not as good as the fat giant warriors.

A-Liang, I have some food in reserve here. Why don't you eat something normal?

The food reserve held a roasted bird in his mouth, moved a few steps away from Zhao Mai, and looked at him with vigilant eyes. Zhao Mai's food reserves are naturally those that exist in the psychic power space. Since Zhao Mai called them rumination, the food reserves are no longer interested in them. Other people's dogs won't dislike it, and it's not like I actually chewed it or anything!

There is nothing Zhao Mai can do about this inexplicable mysophobia. In order to gain the respect of the orcs, he had to finish the food in front of him no matter what. Thanks to his strong digestive system, it only takes ten minutes for his teeth to open and close a bowl of food. Whether it is potatoes or sweet potatoes, the taste is unsatisfactory. It is no problem to fill the stomach, but it is impossible to satisfy the appetite of the mouth.

Although we haven't seen the full picture of the orcs, judging from the most basic state, the living conditions of the orcs have not improved much compared to the Melkor period, and they seem to be even worse. Zhao Mai is still the food producing area of ​​Mordor. If you can't have enough food here, then other places...

While Zhao Mai was thinking about these issues, he sniffed the reserve grain and stood up suddenly, looking very excited. This is definitely not an enemy, otherwise the food reserve would sound a warning. Zhao Mai concentrated the natural force on his nose to enhance his sense of smell, and then smelled the smell of roast mutton, and there was even cumin!

This is absolutely intolerable! Zhao Mai kicked open the rag door curtain, picked up a brick from the ground, sniffed and followed the smell and walked over. The orcs in his tribe did not have such a superb sense of smell and had no idea what was going on, but based on instinct, they picked up the weapons in their hands and followed Zhao Mai.

After walking dozens of meters, the smell became stronger. Now everyone understood what was going on and couldn't help but feel excited. Stealing meat to eat, this kind of thing happened several times during the Steel Fist period, but it was just Steel Fist's meat being snatched away. If you get it, everyone will get a share. If you don't get it, you'll just get beaten. This is a common occurrence for the orcs.

After climbing over a small hill, Zhao Mai faced a valley. There was also an orc tribe here, which was three times larger than Steel Fist's tribe, but it was only at the level of a ten-man captain. Zhao Mai looked at the old, weak, sick and disabled people behind him. Until this moment, no one had jumped out and said, Your Majesty, no, XXX is in front of you. It's not appropriate to take action. Well, for those who just killed their former leader and took over , Zhao Mai doesn't expect them to really produce something called loyalty. Besides, food is more important than the sky, so the leader can die.

Hey! Keep the sheep, all of them!