Chapter 683 Qualified Leader

Zhao Mai was covered in blood, but he didn't have any wounds, but other orcs were not so lucky. Duchard had several pieces of flesh bitten off, and there were claw wounds on his legs that were deep enough to show the bone. He leaned against the door, breathing heavily. Zhao Mai walked all the way over the corpse, and on the way, he stabbed the dire wolf a few times before it died.

"How are you?!"

"WAAAGH!" the orcs roared, then laughed loudly. They all witnessed with their own eyes how Zhao Mai fought among the dire wolves. His whirlwind-like martial arts impressed everyone, and the corpses on the ground were the best proof of his bravery.

"Come to me for the injured, and the others will clean up the battlefield. Bastard, it's so troublesome to deal with so much meat at once!" Zhao Mai glanced at the truck and spat on the ground: "Who put this broken basket? Are you moving all the bad cans home? Get out and reload the car quickly. First, you need food, and then weapons, tools and metal things. They are a bunch of wasteful things!"

Duchard used his shield as a crutch and limped up to Zhao Mai. If the same injury occurs to humans or elves, even if they are saved, they will be disabled for the rest of their lives. The orcs are different. Their vitality is quite strong and their resilience is amazing. Zhao Mai looked at the wound, secretly treated it with natural force, and then wrapped it in cloth.

"Remember to come back to me tomorrow and I will show you. There are no herbal medicines here. Let's talk about it when we get back." Zhao Mai glanced at Duchard and "bang!" patted his breastplate: "My legs are not feeling well anymore." You’re still wearing such heavy armor. Take a car when you go back, you know?”

The orc smiled and banged his chest with his fist. This time he participated in a real battle and eliminated many enemies. He finally got rid of his status as a "new soldier", and of course he felt proud.

Daryl was still clean, with not even a drop of blood on his body. Of the five orcs on the roof, only he and one other were left alive. Zhao Mai didn't care about killing his talkative companion before the battle. Instead, he pulled his arm, used the natural force to relieve the pain, and then patted his shoulder.

The orcs in the house were only slightly injured at most, and none of them died. A dire wolf broke through the wooden window edge, and was stabbed into the eye and skull by the female orcs with a spear. The window was blocked with its corpse. The dire wolf behind couldn't help but pull, so the female orcs grabbed the dead wolf's head and wrestled with it. In the end, the dire wolf was almost torn in two before it gave way to the entrance of the window. Fortunately, the battle was almost over at this time.

There were nearly seventy wolf carcasses on the ground, each about two meters long. It was impossible to transport them all back in a big cart. Darryl suggested just taking the essential parts back and trying to reduce the weight. Zhao Mai has a better idea.

"Teach you a way." Zhao Mai picked up Duchard's door shield and used it as a shovel to start digging. His muscles were shining in the sun, and the sweat on them mixed with the blood of the battle was like a layer of crystal wax. The humming sound of digging was like a beat, and the rhythmic and powerful trembling of the muscles was like a dance, making the female orcs drool involuntarily. They were busy reorganizing the cart, looking in Zhao Mai's direction from time to time, feeling extremely empty in their stomachs.

Zhao Mai quickly built a circular, flat-bottomed pit, five meters in diameter and waist deep. The fire burning the ghouls not far away has not been extinguished, and there is a lot of firewood beside it. Zhao Mai called Big Eye and two other orcs, threw some branches and dead grass into the round pit, and lit a new fire.

"Don't add firewood to it, let it burn by itself. If it goes out, it will go out." Zhao Mai looked at the sky, and then said to the orcs: "Come, let's dismember the dire wolf! The crows have gathered, the sooner we finish it The better.”

All orcs can skin and cut meat, and they all carry cleavers with them, which are both hunting tools and tableware. Zhao Mai looked at the orc's techniques and learned and applied them now. He was the leader, so it was okay for him to fold his arms and do nothing, not to mention that most of these trophies were killed by him, so he should rest.

"Don't throw it around. Throw all the parts that are not worth eating far away to the crows to prevent them from pecking the good meat." Zhao Mai understood the orc's method and started to work. He has good strength and control ability, as well as alchemy ability and a sharp dagger that will never wear out under the influence of magic, so his efficiency is three to four times that of other orcs.

Daryl and Big Eyes were on sentry duty on the roof, while the other orcs were busy. Duchard had an injury on his leg, so he sat on the ground and wielded a machete to "dismember" the body, cutting off the wolf's legs and putting them separately, which lived up to his nickname.

Zhao Mai was busy for a while, and when he saw the cars gradually piling up, he knew it was almost time to take action. He jumped into the circular pit where the flames were dying out, crushing the fuel as the orc woman screamed. Soon, the bottom of the pit was covered with a layer of burning carbon residue.

"Don't learn from me. It's okay to let them extinguish themselves. It's okay not to step on them." Zhao Mai said to the orc: "Except for the limbs and heart and liver, throw all the rest into the pit!"

The car can't transport everything, but with this hole in it, there's basically not much left. Zhao Mai covered the pit with a layer of soil, demolished the stone house that provided them with cover with his bare hands, pressed the wolf bones and internal organs underneath with stones, and then ignited a flame on top.

"Throw in everything that can be burned here. The bigger the flames, the better. Then throw the other parts of the wolf further away to make sure there are no parts around the fire and will not attract animals to dig." Zhao Mai looked at the remaining work. Progress, "Continue peeling, get some legs, put them aside and bake them, without delaying anything."

Even if the vehicle's carrying capacity is sufficient, the dire wolf still needs to be skinned first, otherwise the skin will be wasted. At the end of the work, everyone discovered that there was no place for Duchard to sit.

"It's okay. I think it's almost healed. Just give me another wolf leg." The big man already had one in his mouth. He attributed the rapid recovery of his wounds to meat, and Zhao Mai didn't mind it at all. As the leader, he has the right, or must, to sit on the trophy cart, with a thick wolf skin under his butt, and be pushed back by other orcs.

How can a hasty barbecue be fully cooked? It only has fire and no seasonings. The smell of fishy mutton is very strong. But orcs believe in being able to fight and eat, so they must have both. Therefore, Zhao Mai couldn't care about anything else, just bite hard and eat. The more vigorously he chewed, the more the other orcs became convinced. When he crushed the dire wolf's leg bone with his teeth, the orcs shouted excitedly as if they had won another great victory.

The wolf meat in these cars was a pleasant surprise, but more importantly it confirmed the existence of the goblin. Zhao Mai looked towards the far east, making secret calculations in his heart. Not all the competitors who came through time will be in Mordor, there must also be elves and humans. This goblin should be almost the last competitor in Mordor. No matter what, Zhao Mai must at least ensure his ability to control the situation in Mordor and firmly control the Volcano of Doom.

As for the Supreme Lord of the Rings, let the humans and elves find and control it. hey-hey.