In the wide and tall cave, food is ready and waiting for them to eat at any time.
As a unit with high physical strength and high consumption, both dragon knights and dragons have a big appetite.
Only by eating more can you make up for the time spent fighting.
Not to mention that most of the knights here are professionals in the magic potion sequence. To digest magic potions, not only a matching mind is needed, but also a matching body energy supply.
The digestion of magic potion is the evolution of the body and the growth of the soul. It is a magical creation that passively promotes the evolution of elves to a higher level.
Strictly speaking, one of the traditional Druids' practices is similar to potions.
The practice of traditional druids is either to maintain the natural environment and maintain the local ecological balance, which will naturally condense the fruits of nature and use them for the practice of druids.
There is definite news that the inspiration for the potion came from this.
Or rely on some kind of spiritual behavior to absorb the natural power that is free from nature.
Or more simply, when resisting the evil creatures of Chaos, the power of order will feed back the natural power of the Druid who fights against Chaos.
Therefore, having the title of Enemy of Chaos means that he can use the method of fighting Chaos to strengthen himself.
The potion route is a shortcut developed by the elves themselves.
Not all tribesmen can become druids, and not all tribesmen can understand the ways of nature.
In the pyramid-shaped social structure of the Elf Kingdom, the people at the lowest level have the largest population base.
In order for the Elf Kingdom to truly become the Elf Kingdom, the Elf King has been working hard to promote the potion sequence.
And those tribesmen who are not destined to the Druid way due to congenital and acquired reasons can be strengthened through magic potions.
Becoming a militia, or entering the management class of the elf country, means that you have half a foot in the door of a formal professional, which also means that you have the possibility of transforming into an elf.
As for Mott, the method of cultivation was originally the second method, but now it is the third method, resisting chaos.
After temporarily leaving his companions, Mott returned to his small single dormitory. The dragon's nest was only as big as this, and it had to house ten times the support group of Sky Knights.
Being able to get a small dormitory with a separate bathroom is already the limit, although he doesn't care about this.
After briefly rinsing in the bathroom, Mott touched his short hair. His two pointed ears were a little red due to the hot water.
Seeing an unrecognizable handsome face in the bright mirror in front of him, Mott looked at himself in the mirror.
He saw the calmness in his eyes, the fighting spirit in his eyes, and the sharp gaze in his eyes.
He told himself that steel that was too hard would break more easily, so his eyes gradually calmed down.
After drying his body with a soft towel, Mott walked to his bed with his bare upper body exposed.
His body looks very well-proportioned, and that's how the elf's body is constructed, except for those muscular guys who are blacksmiths.
The seemingly soft and smooth skin hides extremely huge power, capable of crushing all enemies.
In front of the soft bed, the Elf Knight Commander lay down on it. He fell into a half-asleep and half-awake state, thinking about everything he had experienced today.
The battle scene and everything were replaying in his mind. He was checking for omissions and filling in the gaps, supervising himself so that he would not make the mistakes he had made again. Over time, even a mediocre person would no longer be ordinary.
Finally, he clicked on his panel.
"You fought against the evil of Chaos."
"You have the title of enemy of chaos, and order will feed back the power of nature through your number of enemy kills."
"You killed 294 Chaos Evil Creatures, 74 of which were primary Chaos Evil Creatures."
"Your level is 86% of level 16"
"You have received feedback from the power of order, and your level is 89% at level 16."
The natural power from the void slowly integrated into his magic circuit, and docilely operated normally under his will.
Soon after, Mott opened his eyes. He had gained all the gains from this battle and it was time to put on his clothes and go out to eat.
But another voice sounded, interrupting his movements.
"You have been favored by the power of order, and you have gained a new title, 'Fire of Order'."
"'Fire of Order', chaos is firewood. The chaotic evil objects you kill will become the nourishment for your advancement. Every time you kill a chaotic evil object, your basic attributes will increase a little."
"Your basic attributes are strength 17, magic 16, and spirit 18."
"Your strength has been slightly improved."
"Your spirits have been lifted a little."
"Your magic power has been slightly improved."
The fire of order?
Mort raised his head and looked into the inexplicable void.
"Mort, your food."
When he first entered the cafeteria hall of Dragon's Lair, head chef Keslan greeted the Lord Knight and pointed to the covered dinner plate in front of the dining table.
In the middle of the light gray stone hall, there is a neat row of wooden tables.
The knights and dragons had almost eaten, and when he arrived there were no elves still eating.
"Thank you." Mort picked up a large plate of food from the dining table and walked to the table closest to him.
The dining table here is square and square, covered with an oily tablecloth that does not stain the dust and has speckled patterns.
Under the incandescent mushroom light, the entire canteen hall, which can accommodate dozens of people dining at the same time, is completely bright.
Opening the lid, there were neatly arranged food inside, two large pieces of white bread, a sufficient amount of antler meat cut into even thicknesses and arranged in a row, a whole roasted brown rat rabbit, a large
A cup of deer milk, plus a serving of wild vegetables.
This is a hearty Chinese meal.
"Hey, Mort, do you have any tasks this afternoon?" Chef Keslan straightened his white apron, put on his hat, and sat across from Mort.
Mort took a big sip of deer milk and said, "Sorry, we can't talk to anyone about our mission. You can't know this."
The Lord Knight put down the deer milk cup made of bamboo tubes, paused, and then said, "Especially these things, knowing too much will not do you any good."
The big lizard-looking chef didn't care. He moved the stool under his butt with his paws and squatted down on the edge of the table as if he were squatting on a horse.
"Okay, I know this. I just want to say that I found traces of ice and snow spiders in the mountains to the east. If you are free in the afternoon, maybe I can, um, give you an extra meal, you know.
"
Keslan shrugged, and made a movement with his front paws that were as flexible as an elf, more like an elf than a dragon.