When he came back to his senses, he had reappeared in the hero altar, "Fortunately, I spent half a month and got a lot of energy and was able to be resurrected. I don't believe I can't defeat this elf girl Liang!"
Next, for half a year.
In order to prove his cooking skills, he, a chef, constantly collects resurrection energy, and then he is determined to seduce the little Lolita, constantly studying the delicious ingredients of this other world, and waiting for her to pass through, using various tricks.
Then....
He experienced more than thirty fancy deaths.
But he gradually began to communicate with the little girl, gained trust, and tried to learn their language communication. The little girl also began to stop killing him, and often came to ask for food and played with him.
From it, he learned the Elvish language and learned about the civilization of this world.
This little girl's name is Xilin, and the ancient tree of life she lives in is called the Ancient Tree of Dark Night. Tree elves like them like to come out at night.
Elves have a long lifespan like trees. They don't reach adulthood until they are over eighty years old, and have a lifespan of more than three hundred years. She is still underage this year and is only over fifty years old.
These tree elves are rare in number and have low reproductive capacity. Each clan member is extremely precious and can only rely on the fruits of the ancient tree of life for reproduction.
Moreover, in this western fantasy ancient tree world, there are towering ancient trees of miracles of life, powerful ancient trees of war, giant dragons, deep-sea hydras, and various legendary terrifying behemoths.
"The folk customs in this other world are really simple. I died more than thirty times and my strategy level is almost full." On this day, after playing with the little girl, he returned to his residence and "according to the power system information obtained on the Internet
, the power system of this world is very high... Adult elves have reached the fourth level, as if they are a natural demon!"
He returned to the room and began to prepare the ingredients for Siren's next meal, but the next second, a group of adult beautiful elves suddenly rushed in.
"This is where the strange ancient tree is! Finally found it!"
"Silin is secretly seducing us, and she seems to have the ability to be constantly resurrected, and she's also very delicious!"
"Yes, this kind of creature seems to be able to cook very delicious food. Siren once brought it back secretly and I tasted it! It's countless times more delicious than the meat we roasted over fire!"
Click!
He was quickly imprisoned, and a group of night elf ladies gathered around to look at her.
He was lying on the bed, looking at a group of beautiful elves with exquisite faces. He didn't know why, but he was a little happy.
"Sisters, please be gentle, I'm afraid of pain..." He laughed, but his smile gradually became abnormal.
Because these young ladies picked up knives and started to dissect him.
"Oh my god! Who can help me!"
After half a month, he suddenly stabilized, was released, and began to become a member of this elf tribe. He received very high treatment and became the ancient wood chef of the night elf tribe. He conquered the entire tribe with delicious food and cooked for them.
food.
Moreover, he did not need to prepare the energy for the altar himself, the powerful elves had already prepared countless resurrection energy for him.
Wow——
The flames steamed smoke, floating into the air with a delicious and mellow aroma.
At this time, a tribe of hundreds of elves held a delicious bonfire dinner feast.
A strange little tree man was cooking food for them. The cute ladies around them all looked expectantly, their eyes were fiery, and they even kept rolling their throats and swallowing saliva.
"Okay, this is a cake I tried to make using tree starch and a plant similar to yeast. You will definitely be fascinated by its delicious taste...and today's staple food is barbecue and grilled fish."
His expression calmed down.
"Amazing!"
There was cheering all around. A group of young ladies quickly took wooden bowls, packed up the food, and quickly swarmed up and dismembered Mumu.
"The arm is mine!"
"Hair, I want hair!"
"I want his feet. Although the smell is so spicy that I shed tears, I don't know why, but it feels addictive."
Swipe!
A group of elves swarmed over him. After the chef finished cooking the food, he was quickly torn into pieces and smeared on the food he cooked, as if it had become a sacred ritual.
"tasty!"
“The spicy flavor is the best.”
"Nonsense, it's obviously minced garlic, that's so delicious!"
Some people like spicy food, some people like garlic, there are all kinds of flavors.
Not far away, a new Seven Wonderful Treasure Tree gradually emerged from the Hero Altar. Looking at the crowd of cheering elves, he would sacrifice himself on the dishes every day after cooking.
The little girl Xilin was holding a piece of cake, which was sprinkled with soy sauce-flavored juice, and her red lips were stained with sauce. She looked a little innocent and cute. She walked over with an apologetic look and said naively: "I didn't expect my sisters.
Follow me, I just wanted to eat you alone, are we still friends?"
Mumu laughed awkwardly and touched the little girl's head, "It's okay, it's not your fault."
Xilin suddenly became excited, her eyes shining with longing, "Then can I be the first to eat you?"
Mumu:???
"able!"
Mumu replied, quickly adapting to such a life of being eaten.
He suddenly felt that such a life was very happy. There was a group of innocent and beautiful elf ladies who accompanied him every day. They were sure of his delicious food. He only needed to study the delicious food. They would prepare all kinds of ingredients for him, and then watch eagerly.
Looking at himself, the feeling of being needed is more satisfying than when he was a chef in a special venue.
"I have always been a chef who pursues delicious food. It doesn't matter if I become stronger. It is a very happy thing to become a member of this tribe and continue to study delicious food." He gradually gave up the idea of becoming stronger.
Two full years have passed.
His cooking skills became more and more proficient, and he occasionally fed the ancient war tree.
The Night Elf tribe is a relatively weak force among the eleven ancient trees, with only more than 300 elves and 17 ancient war trees. The strongest Feather Elf tribe has more than 1,110 elves and more than 70 ancient trees.
The ancient tree of war even enslaved a green dragon.
Before, it was relatively peaceful. The more powerful elf tribes were far away from them. Although the neighboring elf tribes were strong, they were not much stronger than them.
But as the night elves' unique delicacies spread, their fame gradually spread, attracting a lot of attention.
"What are they eating? It smells so tempting!"
"If you can eat it, then..."
Food and sex is the instinctive pursuit of all living things, and some people may even pay many costs for food, including war... The sylph next door began to hate simple and bland food and found it difficult to swallow.
"Plunder them."
A small war broke out.
There were casualties in the tribe. The elf ladies who usually chatted harmoniously were brought back, and they gradually became seriously injured and died in front of their eyes.
As a chef, Mumu began to treat their wounds, using chili peppers and garlic, which can sterilize and provide simple wound treatment.
"The ancient war tree brought here, as well as more than ten tribesmen of Sister Misia, were all captured." Three days later, a piece of news came, and panic began to spread among the elven tribes.
Misia is the most majestic and mature sister among them, and she is also an intimate sister that Mumu often chats with.
"What will happen to them?" Mumu's voice trembled.
"They were killed under the ancient tree of life and became the nutrients that gave birth to the next generation of wind elves. The ancient tree of war has surrendered to the enemy and became their ancient tree grove... We treat them the same way."
Ancient war trees are equivalent to the existence of mercenaries. They will follow the tribe who provides food and tame them.
In most cases, they will not die and wander among the major elven tribes.
"How about handing me over?" Mumu's eyes widened, seeing real death for the first time.
It was a living, intelligent being with a voice, appearance, and laughter just a few days ago.
In reality, he is just a chef. Although he has killed chickens, ducks, fish and pigs, he will not be merciful, but he is a living person...
For the first time, he realized the cruelty of life. This is not a game, this is a living different world, a real second life!
"How can I hand you over? You are the treasure of our tribe. You can provide weapon manufacturing, treatment, and delicious food. Without you, we will return to the simple life we had before. Without such delicious food, there is no difference between death and death.
What's the difference?" The elves around shook their heads and said, "Furthermore, there will be wars every once in a while, and you are just the cause of the wars."
After that, they picked up iron spears, iron bows and arrows, and ancient war trees, and started the war. "You have helped us develop civilization. These weapons have helped us a lot. They are stronger than us, but they may not be able to fight."
Beat us."
Another news came from the front line:
Another ancient war tree was captured.
Moreover, misfortunes never come singly. It is said that the wind elves next door began to feel the pressure and chose to join forces with the water elves to completely eradicate the night elves and obtain the secret of the night elves having iron weapons and making their food delicious!
"If a tree is as beautiful as the forest wind, it will be destroyed, so hand me over." In the room, Mumu was trembling a little.
Although he is very cruel and talks nonsense, as a chef, he has made some achievements in the evolution of species, but he knows nothing about other wars, training, and becoming stronger.
"It's useless." The elf next to him suddenly said and walked out, "This is war, there is not much reason."
Mumu was silent for a moment. She could only cook for the elves in the tribe, but she couldn't do anything, even though she had already regarded more than 300 of them as her family.
He stood on the tree house, looking at the entire elven tribe below, caught in danger, and suddenly fell silent.
He logged off silently and decided to go out and seek help.
In fact, if he wanted to get rid of this slave life and stop cooking for this tribe, he could have gone out to seek help long ago, but he quite liked this kind of life.
Now I have no choice but to ask for help from the outside network!
The Great Alchemist also asked for help in this way, but the Great Alchemist once had the capital to resist, so everyone could help him, but what about himself?
It is the most powerful delicious plant with extremely weak combat power. How can a chef participate in the war of high elves with the fourth level of per capita combat power?
This is almost impossible, but he still hopes that the omnipotent netizens can help him find a way.
Soon, a post was posted.
[Help from another world: How does a chef solve the crisis of genocide in an elf tribe, offering a reward of 50,000 sand dollars]
