The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 462 A More Suitable Job
There were a large number of steel monster-like machines parked nearby, with some minority species sitting on them. However, they did not participate in the labor, but sat on those steel monsters, covering their eyes with a strange thing from time to time.

The SUV didn't stop, but drove directly to a row of houses on the side and stopped.

Before getting out of the car, the old orc smelled a familiar, bloating smell of blood, which was the smell emitted when animals were decomposing.

At this moment, a Horned Deer armored vehicle drove back with three armored dwarves sitting in the vehicle, with some bloodstains on their bodies.

What caught the old orc priest's attention even more was that this steel monster was dragging a small carriage behind it, which was filled with the bloody corpses of wild beasts in all strange shapes and sizes, all of which the old orc had never seen before.

"These are the celestial beasts we killed. These dwarves are responsible for following our mopping-up team and waiting in a safe area at the back until the mopping-up team kills the beasts. They will then load the bodies of the beasts onto trucks and transport them here.

Then, here, in that row of houses, the beasts are cut up and placed in a refrigeration room powered by a fuel generator nearby, where they are frozen and then loaded onto trucks for transport.

In other words, this job is to collect and process the corpses of wild beasts. For safety reasons, our dwarf warriors wearing armor are now doing this job.

But they are all soldiers and engineers, and it is really a waste of their talents to use them here."

A dwarf warrior came over and patted the halfling's shoulder vigorously, causing the halfling to stagger. He said, "That's right, but for the sake of Cattail City, it doesn't matter if we get tired or suffer a little."

"Uncle, you definitely didn't come to do this job willingly just because there are more drinks available here."

The dwarf laughed and said, "You are right, kid. But I think the aroma of fine wine can no longer suppress the stench of these beasts, so you should quickly ask that little girl Illya to arrange the rotation.

Is this big orc here to replace us?"

"Uncle, this is the high priest of the Frostwind Grassland Orc Tribe."

"It turned out to be the Priest of Grom."

The dwarf quickly saluted the old orc. He could joke with a young halfling, so he would still show respect to such an elder.

"I used to follow the transport team to the Frostwind Grassland to transport the Demon-hating Iron Ore, and I have heard of your great name."

The old orc priest returned the greeting: "You are too polite. I am just an ordinary old orc."

"You are definitely an elder worthy of respect. We have all felt the enthusiasm of the orc tribe. Your special liquor is the strongest wine I have ever drunk, except for the alcohol in Cattail City, but that stuff is not allowed to be drunk."

The halfling boy sighed helplessly and said, "Uncle, please take the orc priest to check your work. Ms. Illya thinks that the orcs may not be able to work with the workers and machines because they don't speak the language and have little experience.

Therefore, this job here should be more suitable for them.”

The dwarf nodded with an understanding expression: "Yes, this job is more suitable for orcs who make a living by hunting wild beasts and raising livestock on the cold grassland.

Don't worry, leave this to me. I'll have the old priest ride with us in the chariot to the front line and I'll tell him what to watch out for. You just wait here, I'm afraid the anti-aircraft guns will hurt your ears."

"Uncle, I have also gone through two months of Iron Army training, okay?"

"Two months is nothing!" said the dwarf, and he turned back to the house, took out a wine jug and handed it to the old orc priest.

"Elder, let's go. I'll take you to see the battle in our Cattail City."

After the other dwarves attached the empty transport trailer to the chariot, the dwarf took the old orc, who was twice as tall as himself, and sat on the horned deer armored chariot. He patted the roof of the chariot vigorously and said, "Let's go."

"Be gentle, you meat lump!" The dwarf driver leaned his head out and shouted at the dwarf.

"Hey, look who's sitting next to me?"

The dwarf driver then discovered that an orc was sitting on the roof of the chariot.

"You...are you the high priest of the orc tribe?"

The dwarf said, "You've always boasted about meeting the orc high priest, so why don't you recognize him?"

As they talked, they started the tank and drove towards the front line.

When the orc priest came back with the chariot again, he had already learned about the so-called cleaning work through chatting with the dwarves and gnomes, and he also truly witnessed the combat effectiveness of the steel monster called the chariot under him.

Compared to the hard life in the cold wind grassland, although this cleaning work will bring one into close contact with the celestial beasts, it is really not dangerous under the protection of this chariot.

And after having a so-called working meal from the halflings and dwarves in the camp, the old orc became even more determined to bring his people here.

Apart from anything else, the meat, which was fragrant and supplied in unlimited quantities with plenty of salt and seasoning, was enough to impress the old orc priest.

The old orc seldom asked questions, but he couldn't help but ask the dwarves and gnomes who were eating with him why they cooked so much meat for everyone to eat, while the humans and dwarves didn't eat much of the meat.

He saw from the eyes of the human workers and the soldiers who were eating that they disdained the meat. In the eyes of these people who were eating, the meat seemed to be poisonous.

“You don’t know that because of the inconvenient transportation and the difficulty in transporting supplies in the beginning, the only food we had every day was the meat of these celestial beasts.

Alas, at that time, we ate meat for nearly two months in a row, and didn’t even have a grain of rice or a piece of steamed bread.

Everyone felt like vomiting after eating so much, and now they have no interest in seeing the meat. At most, they would eat a few bites of the pickled bacon as a side dish. Few people eat such large pieces of meat anymore.

So you see, even though there are only a few large pieces of meat, there is enough for everyone to eat, because no one can keep their appetite for them all the time, even if Darren thinks of so many ways to relieve the greasiness. "

Seeing the nearby warriors nodding unconsciously, the old orc priest knew that this was indeed the truth, but it sounded a bit heartbreaking to him.

The orcs have already begun to reluctantly add tender grass and leaves to their diet, but here, delicious meat has been despised by them.

After dinner, the old orc said goodbye to the enthusiastic dwarves and gnomes, and followed the halflings onto the armored train for the return trip.

"I've thought about it. We orcs are fully capable of doing this job."

(End of this chapter)