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Upon hearing this explanation, the other villagers gradually calmed down.

They all looked at Dorothy and the leader who had come to their rescue.

It was discovered that the orc had indeed not eaten people.

It just looks like someone is blowing air?

They said they couldn't understand this method of rescue.

Perhaps this is the legacy passed down from the monsters.

After Dorothy's efforts to save him, the old village chief finally slowly opened his dazed eyes.

He remembered that he seemed to be in trouble just now.

How come it's alive again?

Just as he was wondering what was going on, a huge green mouth full of fangs suddenly opened wider and wider.

This startled him so much that he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The heart that had just started beating stopped again.

He just died like that again.

"Ugh! What a nuisance, it's infuriating!"

"You're so ugly, you scared him to death again, Doro!"

Dorothy was speechless; she felt she had done a lot of useless work.

"Huh? Is it my fault?"

The orc leader was completely bewildered, feeling that there was nothing wrong with his appearance.

Even among green-skinned orcs, they would be the most fashionable.

How can coming here scare humans to death?

Is this the power of Lü Bu's nickname?

The leader was secretly guessing what was going on.

Finally, after dying and being saved, being saved and dying again, dying and being saved once more.

The old village chief's fragile heart suddenly became much stronger.

He sat up abruptly, as if wound up.

The blank look on his face turned into confusion:

"Huh? What just happened?"

"Why do these thoughts keep flashing through my mind?"

"It's like reliving life several times."

The crowd was so excited to see the old village chief come back to life that they jumped up and down with excitement.

"Wow, it actually came back to life!"

"What exactly was that set of movements? Was it some kind of new magic?"

"I don't know, maybe it's unique to the orcs."

The chatter of the villagers slowly brought the old village chief back to his senses.

He looked around blankly and saw Dorothy and the orcs.

This time, instead of experiencing a sudden cardiac arrest due to excitement, he became quite silent.

However, his trembling body betrayed him.

The old village chief was clearly very frightened at this moment.

He stood up, leaning on his cane, and backed away, asking in a trembling voice:

"Demons! What evil magic have you cast on this old man?!"

"What kind of bewitching magic did they cast on the villagers this time?"

"They were all smiling so brightly."

As soon as the village chief spoke, all the villagers watching couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Seeing the old man's trembling appearance, everyone couldn't help but speak up to explain:

"Village chief, we haven't been bewitched by any magic."

"It's just that we've obtained a lot of meat."

"This winter, no one will starve to death; everyone will survive."

"What? A large amount of meat?" The old village chief looked surprised, not understanding what had happened.

Fortunately, a villager carefully explained things to him, which helped him understand everything.

"Oh, I see, I see."

"It's truly rare to see a monster choose to help humans."

He recalled his youth.

I once went out on an adventure full of youthful vigor, wanting to explore the gestation nests discovered in other cities.

However, when they encountered goblins, they were terrified by their evil and filth.

All the female members of the expedition were abducted, and all the men were tortured and killed.

Only I managed to escape back here.

They dared not step out of the village again.

That's why my heart couldn't take it when I saw the monster appear.

After reminiscing about his experiences in his youth,

The aged village chief stroked his beard and walked shakily to Dorothy's side.

He bowed very respectfully.

"Your Majesty, thank you for your help to our village."

"Please forgive my overstepping, but in all my years, this is the first time I've ever seen a robber who doesn't steal money but only gives away meat."

"I'm really quite apprehensive."

The old man appeared to be expressing his gratitude, but in reality, he wanted to gauge Dorothy's opinion.

Let's see what these monsters are up to.

Unfortunately, he asked the wrong person.

Dorothy doesn't have many complicated thoughts; instead, she has her own strange and arrogant logic.

She merely glanced at the village chief with disdain.

Then, with an arrogant tone, he began to criticize:

"Hmph, who said I, the Queen, was going to save you?"

"As a bunch of leeks, we should grow strong and then contribute our own little cake."

"Otherwise, you're just useless trash."

"Do you understand, Doro!"

The village chief was dumbfounded when Dorothy gave her this explanation.

He felt like he only vaguely understood.

What is this chive? I've never seen it before.

As for the small cakes, that's understandable.

After all, everyone in the world eats noodles.

It's just that the economy is bad this year, so no one has done anything about it.

Feeling that things were getting increasingly absurd, the village chief tentatively asked, based on his own understanding:

"Um, Your Majesty, would you like some small cakes?"

"Given the village's current conditions, it's unlikely that anything too good can be produced."

Dorothy, who was feeling down, suddenly perked up her ears.

It was as if it had teleported directly onto the old village chief's shoulder.

Their faces were only 5 centimeters apart.

"Old man, are you telling the truth?"

"This queen wants to eat a small cake."

Feeling the weight on his shoulders, the old village chief nodded with difficulty.

"We should be able to make some, no problem."

Upon hearing this definite answer, Dorothy could no longer hide the surprise on her face.

She was as cheerful as an elf.

They bounced around on the village chief's body.

This rude action nearly killed the old man.

Fortunately, Dorothy knew her limits.

She ran back to the sedan chair, her expression now haughty.

"Ahem, since you can make small cakes, what are you waiting for? Quickly present them to this queen."

"Whoever makes the most delicious dish will be rewarded with high-nutrition fresh meat by this Queen."

These words caused an uproar throughout the village.

It's been a long time since we've seen fresh meat.

After all, the presence of undead in the shadows has led to a decrease in the number of wild animals in this area.

So in order to get fresh meat, every company decided to go all out.

Villager No. 1: "I still have two jin of coarse wheat flour that I've saved up for the winter! Take it."

Villager #2: "I'm going all out! I'll dig out the lard from the cellar and let you render it!"

Villager #3: "Can the berries I picked from the hill behind my house be used as jam?"

Villager #4: "I got some honey in the forest yesterday, looks like it'll come in handy this time."

With everyone chatting and exchanging ideas, they quickly gathered all the ingredients needed to make the snacks.

With the cooperation of all the village women, some kneaded the dough, and others prepared the sauce.

Everyone had a clear division of labor, and everyone was working enthusiastically.

The whole village was in an uproar.

Just like a festival, there was laughter and joy everywhere.

Many children even lowered their guard against the orcs and began to play and frolic around them.

I wanted to see why these big green guys looked different from them.

Many orcs were influenced by this atmosphere and actually joined the children's group.

They went crazy together in the village.

Dorothy only glanced at it.

He then ordered his leader to summon some idle orcs.

Next, she will consume 30 contribution points to spawn 30 Squigs as the orcs' dinner.

And a reward for making small cakes.