The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

The primary goal of jungle warfare is to survive in the jungle, because in the jungle, from big monsters to small insects, even inconspicuous plants on the roadside, they may become deadly enemies.

Several murlocs who encountered wasps for the first time were stung into pig heads. After the calmer murlocs recovered and used magic to deal with the wasps chasing them, Bob announced to rest in place for a while.

As time passed, Bob discovered that something was wrong, because the scouts who were scheduled to come back at regular intervals to report messages still did not return after the scheduled time.

So he sent three more people out to scout to see if they could contact the scouts.

As a result, the three sent out didn't take long to return to the scouts who were snoring.

After being drenched in ice water, one of the scouts said to Bob, "As we were walking on the road, we saw something that looked like a stone in the grass by the roadside."

The scout stretched out his hand and gestured, the rock was about the size of a head stung by a wasp.

He continued: "We were worried about a snake or something under the rock, so we harpooned it."

Bob nodded, this operation is no problem.

"Then the rock blew up!" said the scout. "There was a lot of careful powder in the rock, and it covered us all at once. We accidentally took a breath and fell asleep."

At this time, Charles has completed his task and began to retreat.

He passed the grass that the murloc scouts had recruited just now, and then put a few round, white and tender fungus **** into the storage ring.

It's a puffball-like fungus that explodes its spores when it matures when hit by an external force, and the spores can be hypnotizing.

However, when they are not yet ripe, they are a rare delicacy!

Whether it's freshly sliced ​​for frying, sun-dried and diced for soups, or chopped and served with minced meat to make bolognese, it tastes great.

Because of the storage ring on his hand, Charles picked a lot of them without revealing that he had been there.

On the battlefield, a fragrant meal can greatly improve the morale of one's own side, and at the same time it can destroy the morale of the other side.

Because the current military situation is not urgent, the officers did not stop the soldiers from taking the initiative.

So when Charles and the others returned to their positions, after reporting the movements, numbers, and equipment of the murlocs, Charles and a few veterans came to the kitchen of the church.

Seeing a bunch of fresh fungus **** appearing on the ground, an old man who was helping in the kitchen had an unbelievable smile.

He immediately took a shovel to the ground outside the kitchen and dug a hole, and then shoveled the ashes from the stove with the lit red charcoal into the hole. After confirming that the charcoal still burning was pressed under the ash, he put the fungus ball on the ash, and finally covered the fungus with the ash.

While busy, he explained to Charles: "To make this delicious, you have to wait for some of the things in it to decompose. Those things are best to dry them in the sun and slowly decompose. No In terms of time, it can be fried in hot oil, or it can be heated and decomposed while drying the water. But be careful, those things cannot be decomposed when there is water.”

Due to the military training, the assault detachment was sent out in turn, so Charles, who had been busy with the morning shift, had no assignments now, so he simply stayed in the kitchen to help.

Charles, who often helped Tonio cook when he was in the caravan, was no stranger to this kind of big pot rice, washing and chopping vegetables.

The elves in the south monopolize the production of high-grade spices, and the human nobles in the north can only grit their teeth and pay high prices to buy spices from the elves and the second-order dealers.

If those nobles saw that an elf was now scooping a few tablespoons of mixed spice powder into a large pot of meat at no cost, it is estimated that tears would flow down.

Now Charles' task is to stir the large pot of meat and spices in front of him evenly, add the bamboo shoots that are being sliced ​​on the side, and put them into the pot to stew.

The fungus **** he brought back have been smashed out of the grass and wood ashes, washed and diced, and poured into a large pot to make soup with the bones. Now the fragrance in the soup pot is wafting far away with the breeze.

But the bamboo shoot stew and tube bone mushroom soup were dinner tonight, and lunch was ready in the morning when Charles and the others were sluggish and the enemy advanced.

Because it is necessary to prepare meals for hundreds of people at a time, the dishes are mainly stewed.

The carrots that were planted in early March are now in harvest season, so Charles and the others had carrot stew and a boiled egg for lunch just now.

Sister Mary, who stepped up to the commando team, saw that Charles was still a child, so she planned to give him her hard-boiled eggs.

In the end, Charles declined her kindness. Charles didn't want to specialize, which would cause people to think that he needed extra care.

When night fell and Charles was lining up for dinner, Bob led his men to the destination scheduled for tonight.

On the east side of Baiyun Mountain, there is a place with a different style of painting. There are no trees, and only a unique grass grows on the ground.

This grass is more than one meter high like a needle, the surface is very smooth, and the internal sponge-like structure makes it full of elasticity. The elves like to use these grasses to weave straw mats. The seat is very comfortable.

Therefore, the elves call this grass lying grass, and this place full of lying grass is also called lying grass ridge.

Bob let the team rest on Wocao Ridge, and in the afternoon they were constantly harassed by various venomous snakes, tentacle vines and bugs. Although it didn't cause too many attritions, the murloc warriors were so nervous that they were now exhausted.

A large spoonful of rice was scooped into Charles' rice bowl, and Charles smiled at the elf who was making rice. The weight of this rice is the weight of an adult elves, and the elves who beat the rice give Charles a lot according to the rules.

"Everyone eat dinner, hurry up and rest!" Bob on the Wocao Ridge ordered, so the murloc warriors sat on the Wocao to rest after dispatching the post.

Charles took a step to the side, and this time, what came to his rice bowl was a large spoonful of fragrant bamboo shoot stew. I don't know if it was his delusion, but he found that the proportion of meat in his dish seemed to be higher than others'.

Bob, like the other murlocs, took his dinner out of his rucksack, a black mass the size of his fist. His dinner was no more special than that of the other soldiers, dry rations made on the islands they controlled. This dry food is flattened with a long kelp, sprinkled with dried shrimp and a bit of sour seaweed as a seasoning, and rolled into a ball. This dried shrimp and seaweed ball is their portable dry food on land.

Charles stretched out the soup bowl on his left hand, and it happened to be the man who handled the fungus **** at noon who made the soup for them. He smiled at Charles, then stirred the pot a few times with the spoon. In the end, what entered the soup bowl was a piece of bone marrow and a large piece of meat on the bone, but the soup was not much. "I don't have enough soup, come and ask for it."

Bob shook his jug, half a jug left. He did not expect to encounter a stream along the way today. After thinking for a while, he decided to drink only a small sip to moisten his throat now, and drink it before the rest of the battle.

The pork belly that has been stewed for a few hours melts in your mouth. The elves have begun to raise pigs on a large scale. The meat of the pigs fed with grass and specially raised bugs is very delicious. The taste of pork makes Charles almost cry with the assistance of spices. came out. Although the meat is a little greasy, the bamboo shoots stewed together is a good thing to relieve tiredness. It's just that Charles looked at the soup bowl and felt that tonight's meal would make him tired.

"Cough cough..." Bob choked on the dried shrimp in the kelp dumplings, and he had to drink a little more water to moisten his throat. Looking at the kelp dumplings in his hands that were dry enough to be ignited, he shook his head and could only continue eating. The kelp that has been steamed and dried is not low in toughness, and he can swallow it until his cheeks are sore. Although there is a little sour taste from other seaweeds in it, it still can't hide the fishy smell of seaweed and dried shrimp. Although their murlocs are accustomed to this smell, they don't like it either.

Charles hiccupped and walked to the recycling area with two empty bowls. He feels that his appetite is getting bigger and bigger now, UU reading www.uukanshu. com A meal that is full for an adult elves, he is only slightly suffocating now. He had just put away the empty bowl and spoon, when Munch walked over to the place to eat with a lot of elves carrying baskets containing fresh tomatoes. Munch said to the soldiers: "Brothers, the folks from the nearby villages have come to console us..."

A kelp dumpling can't feed a mighty warrior like Bob, but that's all for dinner tonight. Although he still has a few dumplings in his backpack, he can't eat them all at once, at most one more before the battle.

Charles walked back to the tent where they were resting with a tomato in his left hand and a tomato in his right. He originally only had one like the other elves, but the elf aunt who came to deliver tomatoes insisted on giving him one more, and said that he was like the companion he met when he was an adventurer when he was young. Opening the tent curtain, a scent of burning herbs poured out. Because of these smells, no bugs got in the tent. After Charles finished eating a tomato, he lay down on his bunk and entered the dream world with a stretchy straw mat covered with a blanket. According to the plan, they will not have tasks until tomorrow morning.

Under the same starry sky, Bob, lying in the grass, counted the stars in the sky. The cool breeze at night blew, and when the lying grass swayed in the wind, it made a "salsa" sound. Accompanying this sound is the endless "humming" of mosquitoes, as well as the sounds of other bugs. If Bob is not careful, there will be bugs in his nostrils and ears. The fish people don't know that the fresh lying grass juice is sweet, and the worms like it very much, and the lying grass also relies on these worms to pollinate itself and spread its seeds.

The two armies separated by a mountain are hurrying to rest. A battle is about to start, and no one knows whether they can still see the moon tomorrow night.