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Big Change Chapter 0091 Food

Uncle Zhou wasted no time in attacking the orcs, and it only took half a day to capture the orc stronghold. When he led the team to enter the place, he first went to confirm the food cellar that Rubio had found.

The cellar is in the main house of leader Schroeder, and Rubio personally led Zhou Qingfeng there. It was built quite secluded, with the ground closed with wooden boards and covered with a thick layer of soil.

If Zhou Qingfeng's stinky attack hadn't been so fierce, breaking the defender's will in one fell swoop, he wouldn't have been able to find it just by looking for him.

At the cellar site, the soil layer was dug away, and the closing wooden boards were dug out. Wheat flour packed in sacks was piled into a hill. After only a rough inventory, the food problem that had been hanging in Zhou Qingfeng's heart was finally alleviated.

I have food in my hands and don’t panic in my heart!

Rubio followed Zhou Qingfeng and asked in a low voice: "Master, no one knows about this batch of grain except us now."

"Public the news." Zhou Qingfeng understood what Rubio meant, but he said firmly: "Tell everyone in our camp that we have enough food to last for a week."

"But..., this is our food."

"As long as I can make other people use me, I don't mind being taken advantage of. Let's make tonight's meal richer, and there is no need to mix sawdust in the bread. Everyone must be full, delicious and happy, just to celebrate today.

victory."

Rubio has played for Zhou Qingfeng for many days and has witnessed the various uniqueness and magical abilities of young people.

Not to mention that there is no one in the Black Forest who can match the abilities of Mr. Hugo. Even in Cold Wind City, Rubio has not seen any nobleman who is smarter and has more leadership qualities than Zhou Qingfeng.

When the orc stronghold was swept away, Rubio could not resist the urge to take refuge. He hoped to use the knowledge and abilities he had accumulated over the years as a stepping stone to advance and follow a truly powerful but unknown noble.

Zhou Qingfeng's uniqueness can only be understood more deeply by those who come into contact with him. Others hide good things, but he takes them out and shares them with everyone. Others take advantage of him, and he never tires of it.

Seeing that Rubio didn't understand, Zhou Qingfeng had to explain, "Being a leader is to let your subordinates constantly take advantage, stimulate their fighting enthusiasm, and at the same time prevent their greed from overexpanding. A stingy person cannot be the boss."

Different statuses have different ways of thinking. Rubio was like being struck by lightning, as if a new world had been opened in his mind. Although he was extremely reluctant to leave, he seemed to understand a little bit of Zhou Qingfeng's principles of doing things, and he was working hard for this kind of

Principles look for an explanation.

At the same time, the fighting in the orc stronghold spread to the Mortar Pit.

'Thorns' tracked Zhou Qingfeng to the Iron Mine Valley, but failed to get rid of the young man. Before he could find a chance to strike again, a few days later an army of hundreds of people came out of the Iron Mine Valley with a sharp edge.

Refers to the orc stronghold.

The Magru tribe spent most of their energy thinking about how to capture the hard-nosed White Crow Camp. Unexpectedly, another wave of forces appeared in the black forest and stabbed themselves in the back.

Before the settlement was besieged, Schroeder reported the situation to Zul Grayskin in the Mortar Pit, saying that there was a wave of overestimated bastards seeking death. He did not ask for reinforcements at all, he just informed them.

The old goblin shaman didn't take Schroeder's report seriously. It was troubled by the White Crow camp that it had been unable to capture. The Maglu tribe obviously had a huge number of goblins, but they were still unable to exert much strength.

But when 'Bramble', who was full of stench, escaped from the orc stronghold in embarrassment, he arrived at the mortar pit occupied by goblins in the afternoon. After a briefing...

"The orc stronghold has been captured? The enemy has hundreds of adventurers as its main force? There are also trebuchets?" Zul Grayskin was shocked and angry when he heard the news.

The dark and cold camp hall echoed with bursts of sound, bursts and lows. The layers of sound waves kept interfering with each other, and 'Thorns' felt a tightness in his chest, and he vomited blood - if I had known this, I shouldn't have come back.

report.

'Thorn' felt regretful in his heart. He was losing half his life due to the angry voice with mental shock. Then he felt that the light in front of his eyes dimmed. The goblin shaman with his hunched back suddenly appeared in front of him, holding the Skeleton Magic in his hand.

The staff pointed at his head.

No..., 'Thorn' only had time to shout for half a minute, and he was unable to move as if he had been hit by a immobilization spell - under the touch of the skull staff, the memory in his brain was extracted by shamanic witchcraft.

Come out and project in the hall.

‘Thorn’’s memory began to rewind. First, he was dizzy from the stink bomb on the wall of the orc stronghold, then the assassination in the dark night in the Iron Ore Valley, and then the ambush trap when they first met.

Zhou Qingfeng only had contact with 'Jiji' three times, and each meeting was brief. But the old and ugly goblin shaman's face became uglier the more he saw it.

"How did that young man do it?" The old shaman was low and serious, wearing a black robe without any wind. "When that kid just arrived at the White Crow Camp, it was obvious that he didn't understand anything. In just half a month, he

He brought an army to attack us."

Because of the exertion of its evil power, Zul. Gray Skin's two eyes became blood red, filled with an aura of confusion and fear. It stared closely at Zhou Qingfeng's face in the memory projection and made incomprehensible questions.

'Thorn' couldn't answer, he had been hit by the immobilization spell.

The old shaman said to himself: "If that young man really commands a hundred adventurers to come over, it will be really difficult to deal with. There is a shortage of manpower everywhere now, and we can't spare the troops to fight another battle."

Zul Grayskin is a fifth-level shaman, which is already a master in the Black Forest, which is generally second- and third-level. The skeleton staff in its hand is a very good piece of equipment, ensuring that it will dominate any battle scene.

Certain advantages.

But even so, the old goblin shaman is not willing to face the siege of a large group of enemies - and because of Zhou Qingfeng's troubles, the victory that the Maglu tribe thought they could easily achieve is now becoming more and more distant.

"I must go and meet this young man in person to feel how powerful he is. If possible, I hope to cut off his head. No matter where he comes from, the ancestral spirits will definitely like his blood and soul.

"

The goblin shaman let out a raucous laugh, not because he was happy, but because he was extremely angry. Under the light of the torch in the hall, a huge and terrifying shadow flashed behind his rickety body, and as it laughed,

Twist and dance.

"And you loser..." The old shaman looked back at the 'Thorn' who collapsed on the ground, "You humans always lose your position because of greed. Now that you have taken refuge in our Maglu tribe

, it shouldn’t have failed to live up to my expectations.”

'Thorn' was stiff, but his eyes were still moving around. He wanted to beg but couldn't. He could only watch the goblin shaman pointing the skull staff at him with a cruel smile.

Zul Grayskin snorted and sneered: "Incompetent losers have no right to live. Become an undead assassin. You will become stronger."

A gentle tap of the skull staff quickly deprived the 'thorn' of its vitality. His skin instantly turned gray and his eyes lost their luster.

Before death, fear and hatred filled the thief's brain. Evil power poured into his body, his skin cracked, his flesh and blood burst open, his bone spurs protruded, and his entire body instantly mutated.


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