Zhao Mai was covered in blood, but there was no wound, and the other orcs were not so lucky. Dushat was bitten off several pieces of flesh and had claws deep in his legs. He leaned against the door and gasped. Zhao Mai walked over the body and then slashed the dire wolf, who had not yet died.

"How are you?!"

"waaagh!" The orcs roared wildly and then burst into laughter. They all witnessed how Zhao Mai fought in the group of dire wolves. The martial arts like a whirlwind impressed everyone, and the corpses on the ground were the best proof of his bravery.

"The injured come to me, and the others clean the battlefield. Bastard, there is so much meat at once, it's very troublesome to deal with it!" Zhao Mai glanced at the truck and spat hard on the ground: "Who moved all the broken baskets and jars to the house? They all quickly got out and loaded them again. First, they had to eat, then weapons, tools and metal things. A bunch of prodigal things!"

Dushat limped to Zhao Mai with a shield as a crutch. The same injury fell on humans or elves, and even if he was rescued, he would be disabled in this life, while orcs were different. Their vitality was quite strong and their recovery was amazing. Zhao Mai looked at the wound, secretly used natural force to treat it, and then wrapped it with cloth.

"Remember to come to see me tomorrow, I'll show you. There are no herbs here, so let's talk about it when you go back." Zhao Mai glanced at Dushat and slapped his breastplate "bang!": "The legs are not smooth and they are wearing such heavy armor. Do you know when you go back?"

The orc smiled and knocked his chest with his fists. This time he participated in a real battle and eliminated many enemies. Finally, he opened up and got rid of his identity as a "new recruit", of course he was proud.

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

At most, the orcs in the room were a little injured, and none of them died. A dire wolf broke through the edge of the wooden window, and was stabbed into the eyes and penetrated the head by the female orcs with a spear, and the body blocked the window. The dire wolf behind kept pulling it, and the female orcs pulled the dead wolf's head and wrestled. In the end, the dire wolf was almost pulled into two ends before leaving the entrance of the window. Fortunately, the battle was almost over at this time.

There were nearly seventy wolf corpses on the ground, each of which was about two meters long, so it was impossible to transport them all back in a big cart. Daryl suggested taking the essence back and trying to reduce the weight. Zhao Mai had a better idea.

"Tell you a way." Zhao Mai picked up Dushat's door shield and started digging the soil as a shovel. His muscles were shining in the sun, and the sweat and blood of the battle were mixed like a layer of crystal wax. The sound of digging the soil was like a beat, and the muscles were full of rhythm and full of strength were like dances, which made the female orcs drool involuntarily. They were busy reorganizing the cart, looking in the direction of Zhao Mai from time to time, with their stomachs so empty.

Zhao Mai quickly formed a round flat pit, five meters in diameter, waist-deep. The fire that burned the ghouls not far away had not yet been extinguished, and there was still a lot of firewood on the side. Zhao Mai called Xiaoyan and two other orcs, threw some branches and dead grass in the round pit, and lit the fire again.

"Don't add firewood to it, let it burn itself, it will be destroyed." Zhao Mai looked at the sky, then said to the orcs: "Come on, let's dismember the dire wolf! The crows gathered, the sooner we finish the better."

All orcs will peel and cut meat, and they will carry meat-cutting knives with them, which is both a hunting tool and a tableware. Zhao Mai looked at the orcs' techniques and learned it now. He is the leader, and it is okay to hold his arms and do nothing, not to mention that most of these spoils were killed by him, so he should be resting.

"Don't throw away the unworthy parts. Throw them all away to the crows, so that they can peck the meat." Zhao Mai understood the orc's techniques, so he also started working. His own strength and control ability are good, as well as the sharp dagger that never wears under the influence of alchemy and spells, so his efficiency is three or four times that of other orcs.

Darryl and Eyes were watching the roof, and the other orcs were busy. Dushat was injured in his leg, so he sat on the ground and waved his machete to "dismember the corpse", cutting off the wolf's legs and other things, which was not disappointing his nickname.

Zhao Mai was busy for a while, and when the cars were gradually piled up, he knew that it was almost time to start. He jumped into the round pit where the flames were gradually extinguished, and slashed the fuel in the screams of the female orc. Soon, a layer of burning carbon slag was laid at the bottom of the pit.

"Don't learn from me. It's okay to let them go out by themselves, or not to step on them." Zhao Mai said to the orcs: "Apart from limbs and hearts, the rest are thrown into the pit!"

The car could not transport everything, but with this pit, there was basically not much left. Zhao Mai covered the pit with a layer of soil, and removed the stone house beside them with bare hands, pressed the wolf bones and internal organs below with the stones, and then lit the flames on it.

"Twist everything that can be burned here, the bigger the flame, the better. Then throw the other parts of the wolf farther away to ensure there is no around the fire and will not lead animals to dig." Zhao Mai looked at the remaining work progress, "Continue to peel it, take a few legs, and put it aside to roast it, and nothing will be delayed."

Even if the car cargo capacity is sufficient, the dire wolf still needs to peel it first, otherwise the skin will be wasted. In the end, everyone found that there was no place for Dushat to sit.

"It's okay, I think it's almost gone. Just give me another wolf leg." The big guy was already holding a wolf leg in his mouth. He attributed the rapid recovery of his wound to flesh, and Zhao Mai didn't mind at all. As the leader, he had the right or had to sit in the trophy car with thick wolf skin under his butt, and was pushed back by other orcs.

The hasty barbecue can't be cooked, and it's only fire and no seasoning. The fishy smell is very strong. But the orcs advocate being able to beat and eat, and both must be both. Therefore, Zhao Mai couldn't control anything else, just bite and eat. The more powerful he chewed, the more convinced the other orcs would be. When he used his teeth to break the bones of the dire wolf's legs, the orcs shouted excitedly as if they had won another big victory.

The wolf meat of these cars was unexpected, but more importantly, it confirmed the existence of the goblin. Zhao Mai looked at the far east and secretly thought in his heart. The competitors who traveled through time would not all be in Mordor, there must be elves and humans. This goblin should be almost the last competitor in Mordor's territory. No matter what, Zhao Mai must at least ensure his ability to control the situation in Mordor and firmly control the Doomsday Volcano.
Chapter completed!