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Chapter 462 A More Suitable Job
There are a large number of steel monster-like machines parked nearby, and a few of them are sitting on them, but they don't participate in labor, but sit on those steel monsters, covering their eyes with a strange thing from time to time.

The off-road vehicle didn't stop, it drove directly to a row of houses on the side and stopped.

Before getting out of the car, the old orc smelled a familiar, flatulent bloody smell, which is the smell that animals emit when they are decomposed.

At this moment, a horned deer armored chariot drove back. There were still three dwarves in armor sitting in the car, and some blood could be seen on their bodies.

What made the old orc priest even more noticeable was that there was a small carriage dragging behind this steel monster, which was full of bloody beast corpses, all of which were strangely shaped, beasts that the old orc had never seen before.

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

Then, here, that is, in that row of houses, these beasts are disassembled, placed in a refrigeration room driven by an oil-fired generator next to them, where they are frozen, and then loaded and transported out.

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

But they are all fighters and engineers, and they are too talented to be used here. "

A dwarf warrior came over, patted the halfling on the shoulder vigorously, slapped the halfling young man sideways, and said, "That's right, but for the sake of Cattail City, it's okay for us to be tired and suffer a little bit of grievance."

"Uncle, you are definitely not willing to do this job because there are more drinks here."

The dwarf laughed loudly: "Your boy is right, but I feel that the aroma of fine wine can no longer suppress the stench of these beasts, so hurry up and ask that little girl Ilya to arrange a rotation.

Is this big orc here to replace us? "

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

"It turned out to be Priest Grom."

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

"I used to transport the demon-hating iron ore with the transport team to the Cold Wind Grassland, and I have heard of your name."

The old orc priest returned the gift: "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 spirits are the strongest wines I have ever drunk, except for the alcohol in Cattail City, but that stuff is not allowed to drink .”

The halfling boy sighed helplessly, and said, "Uncle, take the orc priest to see your work in a while. Ms. Ilya thinks that the orcs may not be able to communicate with those workers and machines because of their 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 very understanding expression: "That's right, this job is more suitable for orcs who live on the cold wind grassland by hunting wild animals and raising livestock.

Don't worry, leave this matter to me. I will let the old priest go to the front with us in a chariot to have a look. I will tell him everything that should be paid attention to. Just wait here, boy, I am afraid of anti-aircraft guns Will shock your ears. "

"Uncle, I also trained in the Iron Army for two months, okay?"

"Two months are useless!" said the dwarf, turned back into the room, took out a flagon and handed it to the old orc priest.

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

After the other dwarves attached an empty transport bucket to the chariot, the dwarf took the old orc who was twice as tall as himself on the horned deer armored chariot, and patted the roof of the chariot vigorously: "Let's go."

"Tap lightly, Lump!" The dwarf driver poked his head out and shouted at the dwarf.

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

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

"You...are you the high priest of the orc tribe?"

The dwarf said: "Haven't you seen the orc high priest every day, why don't you know him?"

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

When the orc priest came back with the chariot again, he had already learned about the so-called clean-up work while chatting with the dwarves and dwarves, and he had truly seen the fighting power of the steel monster called the chariot underneath him. .

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

And after eating a so-called working meal of halflings and dwarves in the camp, the old orc became more determined to bring his tribe here.

Not to mention anything else, just say that the meat with sufficient amount of salt and seasoning, fragrant and unlimited supply is enough to impress the old orc priest.

The old orc seldom asked questions, but he still couldn't hold back. He asked the dwarves and dwarves who were eating with him why they cooked so much meat for everyone to eat freely, while those humans and dwarves didn't eat much of the meat.

From the eyes of those human workers and the soldiers who ate, he saw their disgust for those meats. In the eyes of these people who ate, those meats seemed to be poisonous.

"You don't know, because at the beginning, the transportation here was inconvenient, and the transportation of materials was difficult, and the only food we ate 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 nauseous from eating, and now seeing these meats, they are not interested. At most, they eat a few mouthfuls of marinated bacon as a meal. Few people eat this kind of large pieces of cooked meat.

So you see, although there are only a few large pieces of meat, it is enough for everyone to eat, because no one can maintain a good appetite for them all the time, even if Darren thinks of so many tricks to relieve the boredom. "

Seeing the nearby warriors nodding unconsciously, the old orc priest knew that this was indeed a big truth, but it hurt his ears a little bit.

The orcs have already begun to reluctantly add tender grass and young leaves to their diet, but here, the delicious meat has been despised by them.

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

"I figured it out, we orcs are fully qualified for this job."

(End of this chapter)