Nearly a hundred tree spirits that awaken primary wisdom grow around the camp. Although they are bound by the black forest seal array and cannot move at will, their bodies have extremely thick and tough barks for hundreds or even thousands of years. Some of the vines and rhizomes on their bodies have changed and become weapons to bind the enemy. Even the strong spider-man warriors cannot get rid of the entanglements of the tree spirits.

The reason why the Nebru spider-men attacked the Green Valley Jungle at the beginning of the attack on the tree spirits in the forest did not participate in the war because once the war failed, the Green Empire could withdraw to the north of Tanton City, or even to the city of Pereira. The natives could continue to migrate southward to find a larger indigenous tribe in the deep forest. The tree spirits could not escape under the constraints of the ancient seals, and they would suffer the "white terror"-style occupation of giant spiders.

The method of killing a tree spirit is very simple. They will use poisonous kisses to inject venom into the tree to weaken the tree and sleep. Then they will wrap the tree with a large amount of white spider silk and squeeze out the essence of the tree spirit's sap until the whole tree witheres and witheres, and finally dies. Then the giant spider will rely on these trees to expand the spider camp and use those withered trees to wove the spider-man nests for the spider-man.

The goal of the Niblu Spider people this time was to eradicate the ancient war trees in the center of the Green Valley Jungle, and to build spider camps on all sides of the Green Valley Jungle, just to slowly erode the Green Valley Jungle by expanding the Spider Camp. Only then did these tree spirits realize the seriousness of the matter.

At the call of ancient trees in the war, the tree spirits in the dense forest of Green Valley made up their minds to agree to join the war.

At first, these tree spirits just passively provided us with some information about the Nebru Spiderman, and later they gradually joined the battle.

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The temporary camp of Kalancuo was built in a lush forest. After several days of heavy rain, the camp turned into a marsh. Many tents were soaked in mud and water. The barbarian slaves just nailed the relatively expensive heavy crossbow to the trunks, and most of the remaining supplies were soaked in mud and water.

Because the Yero plane is humid and stuffy, it will not change the wheat cakes after being stored in the Imperial Capital for a week. It will become moldy the next night when it is stored in the Black Forest of the Yero plane.

The rainfall in recent days has been too heavy. The heavy rainfall that has been falling for several days has flooded a tree hole in storing wheat flour. Although the wheat flour placed on the upper layer has not been soaked in water after rescue, all three layers of wheat flour below are soaked in water, and all sixty bags of wheat flour have turned into paste.

Kalancho scolded a squad leader in charge of logistics supplies and screamed.

Just this time I arrived at the camp, so I asked a group of barbarian slaves to carry some stones from the underground cave, and set up the place where the tree hole was soaked in rainwater, and then lay a layer of stone slabs, and put all the wheat flour that was not soaked in water on the stone slabs, so that the wheat flour would be soaked in the rainwater that was poured back into the tree hole.

The soaked wheat flour was made into basin-sized baked wheat cakes by five female orcs. The baked wheat cakes were piled up in the tree holes as high as a hill.

Kalancho and I went to the wounded barracks and passed by the temporary kitchen of the camp. Several orc warriors stood at the entrance of the tree hole and roared loudly at the beast girl who was baking wheat cakes. The noise suddenly attracted many orc warriors in the camp. Amid the argument, an orc warrior threw the basin-sized wheat cake in his hand into mud.

The orc warrior turned his back to Kalancho and did not see us coming.

The orc warriors standing aside saw Kalancuohan coming with a face, and were so scared that they stood up straight and made a way. Two orc warriors repeatedly hinted at the roaring orc warrior, but the orc warrior was a little excited and did not notice the hint of his companions, and continued to angrily scold the beast girl who was baking wheat cakes.

Kalancho stood behind him and reached out to pat his shoulder. The orc warrior thought it was his companion to dissuade him, so he threw Kalancho's hand away.

He was about to scold his companion behind him, but turned around and found that the person standing behind him was Kalancho, so he was so scared that he immediately stopped his voice.

"What are you doing here?" Kalancho's appearance put a halt in the dispute.

The orc warriors were so scared that they wanted to walk away in shame, but were stopped by Kalancho with one hand.

"Do you want to leave without giving me a reasonable explanation?" Kalancho stared at the orc warrior with a gloomy face and said coldly to him.

The orc warriors were sweating coldly on their foreheads, shrank their necks like a group of quails in the cold wind, and they didn't dare to say anything in the mud and water beside the tree hole.

"Chief, guys said they didn't want to eat these moldy baked wheat cakes." Finally, a tall orc warrior stood up and said to Kalancho.

The orc warrior saw Kalancho's cold gaze falling on him, and quickly raised his chest high, and said to her with a thorny scalp: "We don't care if the wheat flour from the baked wheat cakes was soaked in the rain, but the tree hole was originally damp and moldy. After the wheat flour was soaked in the rain, all the wheat cakes baked had a moldy smell. This kind of wheat cakes could not be eaten at all."

The tauren Luka squatted aside, took a wheat cake from the pile of baked wheat cakes that were stacked like a hill. He opened his mouth and took a bite. After chewing it for a few times, he frowned slightly and barely swallowed the wheat cakes in his mouth.

"There is a smell of mold, and the smell is very strong." The Taurus raised the wheat cake in his hand and said silly to Kalancho and me.

Kalancho broke off a piece of wheat cake from the tauren Ruka's hand, tasted it himself, raised his delicate sword eyebrows, then turned around quietly, and looked at the orc warriors in front of him coldly.

"In El City, you have never eaten any kind of wheat cakes. Even the black bread that has completely grown green hair poured out of the bakery will be picked up from the garbage dump and distributed to everyone for food." She raised half of the baked wheat cakes from the hand of the tauren Luka high and shouted to the orcs present.

Orc warriors came out of the camp tent and gathered here one after another.

Kalancho stood on the raised roots and said to the orc warriors on the field: "That's right, we were poor at that time, we couldn't eat enough, and we were not warm at that time, but now! The high-quality wheat flour is piled up there and you can eat it at will, so why do you feel it's hard to swallow this kind of baked wheat cake that has changed a little?"

Her words made some young orc warriors lower their heads in shame, making them seem to recall the difficult days, the poor childhood of lack of food and clothing, and reminded them of the woman in front of them that even wanted to sell herself and her young daughter just to be able to exchange for some bread that could fill their stomachs.

Kalancho stared at all the orc warriors present and asked: "Are you tenacious orcs or spoiled empires? Has your life of abundant food and clothing made you forget what your surname is?"

"Or do you want to continue to go back to the coal yard outside El City to rub coal balls?" Her words were a little touching. These orc warriors were so excited that their blood on their foreheads were scattered.

Kalancho held his fists in front of his chest and shouted loudly at the orc warriors: "Tell me loudly, which kind of life do you want? I can give you another chance to choose now."

"We want to get our glory back on the battlefield!" The orc warriors shouted loudly as Kalancho's rhythm.

"Speak louder!" Kalancho knocked his fist on the leather armor on his chest and shouted at the orc warriors.

"We want to get our glory back on the battlefield!" the orcs shouted excitedly.

"Tell me what you are going to do!" Kalancho asked loudly, slapped the leather armor on his chest again.

Orc warriors: "We will overcome all difficulties and difficulties and become the bravest knights on the battlefield..."

Kalancho is such a leader who can inspire the fighting spirit of orc warriors anytime and anywhere. She can make orc warriors clearly understand what they should do now.

The orc warriors dissipated from the open space in front of the tree hole with high spirits, as if they had forgotten the dispute that had just been triggered by a few wheat cakes. It seemed that these bad-tasting wheat cakes were no longer a barrier to their life in the camp. It seemed that they only had to overcome these difficulties to win the war.

...

When the orc warriors dispersed from the hole in the tree, Kalancho looked at the five female orcs responsible for baking wheat cakes with a cold face. These female slaves were bought by me in the slave market in the imperial capital. The chaotic bloodline made them lose their identity as civilians in the Green Empire and they were also not recognized by orcs. They were born to be prey in the eyes of slave hunters.

In order to add some population to the orc village, I bought them back from the slave market.

In fact, it proved that these female orcs were hardworking and able to endure hardships. Under the leadership of Lao Zewang, the orc village was managed in an orderly manner.

Kalancho led the five female orcs into the tree hole where the baked wheat cakes were stored, and took out five scones from the pile of scones, handed them to the five female orcs, and then said to them: "Eat!"

The five female orcs were a little confused, so you look at me, I look at you, holding wheat cakes in your hands, and I don’t understand Kalancho’s intentions. However, facing this female leader who has always been talking about the same thing in the camp, they still followed Kalancho’s intentions and ate the wheat cakes in bites.

The baked wheat cakes are dry and hard, usually served with a pot of water or a bowl of broth, but they seem to eat very sweetly and can be eaten without drinking water. Moreover, the five female orcs looked like they were the same as human women, but had a big appetite. They seemed to eat a basin-sized wheat cake easily.

The forest was stuffy and hot, and the female orcs were wearing only simple linen aprons, with large patches of grey skin exposed.

Kalancho stared at the five female orcs and asked, "Don't you think there is anything wrong with these baked wheat cakes?"

Five female orcs shook their heads one after another.

Some parts of them are human characteristics, and some parts show the characteristics of orcs. The skin and pupils of these five female orcs are no different from those of orcs.

After hearing what Kalancho said, I broke a piece of baked wheat cake and put it in my mouth to taste it.

This baked wheat cake has a faint smell of rotten wood and musty smell, which makes me unable to swallow.

I spit out the wheat cakes in my mouth and couldn't help but say, "This is really unpalatable!"

The tauren Luka said honestly beside me: "I said everything, it tastes very strong."

I couldn't help rolling my eyes at the Tauren Ruka.

Seeing that the female orc seemed to swallow the wheat cake in her stomach very much, Kalancho asked to the five of them, "Don't you think it's unpalatable?"

The five female orcs shook their heads at the same time, saying that it was not what Kalancho said.

Kalancho pressed his forehead and then ordered the five female orcs: "There is no need to make this kind of moldy food in the future. If there is any situation, throw it out of the camp. My soldiers need to have plenty of energy to welcome the next battle. Don't make spoiled food for them in the future!"

One of the five female orcs hesitated for a moment. She tried to argue, so she stood up and said to Kalancho: "But... leader, these wheat flours are just soaked in rain, and this is not the wheat flours that are moldy, but the rain is stained with some rotten wood. These scones are completely edible. These baked wheat cakes are much better than the food we eat in the slave camp. I swear that it will not affect the bodies of the soldiers, I..."

Kalancho made a stop gesture to her, signaling her to stop, and then said to her: "Just because I know what you said, you can stand here safely now, and prepare a hundred servings of baked wheat cakes for me immediately. I need wheat flour that is not soaked in rain. Remember to add some herbs, salt and soda to the wheat cakes. The food you cook is really hard to eat."

Seeing that the dissuasion was ineffective, the female orc asked Kalancho helplessly: "Chief, what should I do if the remaining baked wheat cakes?"

"..." Kalancho hesitated for a moment, and felt worried when he looked at the pile of baked wheat cakes like a hill.

Nearly three thousand baked wheat cakes the size of a face plate were stacked in front of Kalancho like a mountain, which was equivalent to the fifteen-day meal of one hundred orc warriors.

Even if it was given to the orcs, these orc warriors could not finish the baked wheat cakes before they became moldy.

But recently, a large number of giant spider legs have been stockpiled by barbarian slaves. The barbarian slaves who are not happy with meat will never abandon those spider legs and eat this kind of harsh taste. So Kalancuo hesitated for a moment and did not mention the group of barbarian slaves.

"...Or else, we will give these baked wheat cakes to our Allied Jero native warriors?" I suggested to Kalancho: "Anyway, they like to apply a spicy seasoning to the wheat cakes. I think these scented wheat cakes shouldn't matter."

When Kalancho heard me say this, he felt that it would be fine if he gave it to the indigenous warriors, so he agreed to my proposal.

The camp of the Yale native warriors was close to the barbarian slave camp, but these native warriors had their own management system. Apart from cooperating, they did not have much contact with Kalancho, and the indigenous elders on Kalancho were not familiar with it.

Speaking of who asked to contact the elders of the natives, Katerina couldn't help but say behind me: "Didn't you bring two native beauties? You can go and talk to them!"
Chapter completed!