Then he died.
When I came back to my senses, I had already reappeared in the hero altar, "Fortunately, I spent half a month, got a lot of energy, and was able to be resurrected. I don't believe that I can't beat this little elf girl!"
Next, for half a year.
In order to prove his culinary skills, he, the chef, keeps collecting resurrection energy, and then he is determined to seduce the little loli, constantly researching the delicious ingredients of this different world, waiting for her on the way she must pass, and using various tricks.
Then... .
He has experienced more than 30 fancy death methods.
But gradually he was able to communicate with this little girl, gained trust, and tried to learn their language communication. The little girl also stopped killing him, and often came to find food and play with him.
From it, he learned Elvish language and learned about the civilization of this world.
This little girl is called Xilin, and the ancient tree of life she lives in is called the ancient dark night tree. These tree elves like to come and go at night.
Elves have the same long lifespan as trees. They only become adults in their 80s and have a life span of 300 years. She is still a minor this year and is only in her 50s.
These tree elves are rare in number and have low reproductive ability. Every member of their tribe is extremely precious, and they can only rely on the ancient tree of life to bear fruit and reproduce.
Moreover, in this Western fantasy world of ancient trees, there are towering ancient trees of life miracles, powerful ancient trees of war, giant dragons, deep-sea hydras, and various legendary terrifying behemoths.
"The folk customs of the different world are really simple. I died more than 30 times, and the strategy speed is finally almost full." On this day, after playing with the little girl, he returned to his residence, "According to the power system information obtained on the Internet , The power system in this world is very high...an adult elf has the level of the fourth level, as if it is a kind of natural demon!"
He returned to the room and began to prepare the ingredients for Sirin's next meal, but in the next second, a group of adult beautiful elves rushed in.
"Here is where the strange ancient tree is! Finally found it!"
"Sirin who secretly seduced us, and seems to have the quality of constant resurrection, is also delicious!"
"Yes, this kind of creature seems to be able to cook very delicious food. Sirin brought it back secretly, and I tasted it! It is infinitely more delicious than the meat we roasted over fire!"
Click!
He was quickly imprisoned, and a group of night elf ladies surrounded her 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, be gentle, I'm afraid of pain..." He laughed, but his smile gradually became abnormal.
Because these young ladies picked up the knife and began to dissect him.
"My God! Who can save me!"
After half a month, he suddenly stabilized, was released, and began to become a member of this elf tribe. He received high treatment and became the ancient wood chef of the night elf tribe. He conquered the entire tribe with food and cooked for them. food.
Moreover, he didn't need to prepare the energy of the altar himself, the powerful elves had already prepared countless resurrection energies for him.
Wow—
The flames steamed with smoke, which floated into the air with a delicious and mellow aroma.
At this time, in the tribe of hundreds of elves, a feast of gourmet bonfire dinner is held.
A grotesque little tree man was cooking food for them, and the lovely ladies and sisters around were all looking forward to it, with fiery eyes, and even kept rolling their throats and swallowing saliva.
"Okay, this is a cake I tried to use tree starch and found a plant similar to yeast. You will definitely be fascinated by its delicious taste...and today's staple food is grilled meat and grilled fish."
His face calmed down.
"Amazing!"
The surroundings suddenly cheered, a group of young ladies quickly took wooden bowls, filled up the food, rushed forward, dismembered Mu Mu,
"The arm is mine!"
"Hair, I want hair!"
"I want his feet. Although the smell is so hot that tears flow, but I don't know why, it feels addictive."
Brush Lala!
A group of elves swarmed up. After cooking the food, he, the chef, was quickly torn into pieces and smeared on the food he cooked, as if it had become a sacred ritual.
"tasty!"
"Spicy taste is the best."
"Nonsense, it's clearly minced garlic, it's so delicious!"
Some people like to eat spicy food, some like minced garlic, all kinds of tastes.
Not far away, a newly born Seven Wonders Treasure Tree gradually emerged from the Altar of Heroes. Looking at the cheering crowd of elves, he would sacrifice himself on the dishes as soon as he finished cooking every day.
The little girl Xilin was holding a piece of cake, which was sprinkled with soy sauce-flavored juice, and her red lips were covered with sauce, looking a little innocent and cute. She walked over with an apologetic face, and said naively: "I didn't expect my sisters to Follow me, I just wanted to eat you alone, are we still friends?"
Mumu laughed awkwardly, and patted the little girl's head, "It's okay, it's not your fault."
Sirin suddenly became excited, her eyes sparkled with longing, "Then can I still be the first to eat you?"
Mumu:? ?
"able!"
Mu Mu replied that she quickly adapted to such a life of being eaten.
He suddenly felt that such a day is very happy. There are a group of pure and beautiful elf ladies who accompany him every day. He is sure of his food. He only needs to study the food. Looking at himself, the feeling of being needed is more satisfying than when he was a chef in a special venue.
"I was originally a chef who pursued gourmet food. It doesn't matter if I become stronger. It is a very happy thing to be a member of this tribe and continue to study gourmet food." He gradually let go of his thoughts on becoming stronger.
Two full years have passed.
His cooking skills became more and more proficient, and he occasionally went to feed the ancient war tree.
The night elf tribe belongs to the weaker force among the eleven ancient trees. There are only more than 300 elves and seventeen ancient war trees. The strongest feather elf tribe has more than 1,100 elves and more than 70 ancient trees. The ancient tree of war even enslaved a green dragon.
Before, it was still peaceful, and the powerful elf tribes were far away from them. Although the surrounding elf tribes were strong, they were not much stronger than them.
But with the unique delicacy of the night elves, the reputation gradually spread, attracting many attentions.
"What are they eating, what a tempting aroma!"
"If you can eat it, then...."
Food sex is the instinctive pursuit of all creatures, and some people can even pay a lot of price for food, including war... The wind elf next door began to hate simple and bland food, and it was difficult to swallow.
"Plunder them."
Small wars broke out.
In the tribe, there were casualties. One by one, the elf ladies who usually chatted in harmony were brought back, and gradually they were seriously injured and died before their eyes.
As a chef, Mumu began to treat their wounds. Chili and garlic can sterilize and do simple wound treatment.
"The ancient war tree that I brought along, as well as more than a dozen of Miss Misia's clansmen, were all captured." Three days later, a news came, and panic began to spread in the elf tribe.
Misia is the mature and majestic older sister among them, and also a close sister who 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 nourishment for the next generation of wind elves, and the ancient tree of war has surrendered to the enemy and became their ancient tree grove... We do the same to them."
The ancient trees of war are equivalent to the existence of mercenaries. Whoever provides food and domesticates them will follow whatever tribe.
In most cases, they will not die, wandering among the major elf tribes.
"How about handing me over?" Mumu's eyes widened, seeing real death for the first time.
That is a living intelligent life, with a voice and appearance, and it was still laughing and laughing a few days ago.
In reality, he is just a chef. Although he has killed chickens, ducks, fish and pigs, he will not be soft-hearted, but he is a real 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 could I hand you over? You are the treasure of our tribe. You can provide weapons manufacturing, healing, and delicious food. Without you, we will return to the simple life we used to have. There is no such delicious food, and there is nothing like death." What's the difference." The surrounding elves shook their heads and said: "Also, there will be wars every once in a while, and you are just the cause of the war."
After all, they picked up iron spears, iron bows and arrows, and brought the ancient war tree, and started the war, "You helped us develop civilization. These weapons are of great help to us. They are stronger than us, but they may not fight beat us."
Another message 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 eradicate the night elves completely, and obtained the secret that the night elves possess iron weapons and make food delicious!
"Mu Xiuyu will be destroyed by forest wind, hand me over." In the room, Mu Mu trembled a little.
Although he is very ruthless and talks a lot, as a chef, he has some achievements in the evolution of species, but he knows nothing about other wars, cultivation, and becoming stronger.
"It's useless." The elf next to him suddenly said, and walked out, "This is war, there is not much reason."
Mu Mu was silent for a while, and could only cook for the elves in the tribe, but could not do anything, although she already regarded more than three hundred of them as her own family.
He stood on the tree house, looked at the entire elf tribe below, in distress, and suddenly fell silent.
He went offline silently, but decided that he could only go out and ask for help.
In fact, if he wanted to get rid of this slave life and not cook for this tribe, he could have gone out and asked for help, but he liked this kind of life.
Now I have no choice but to ask for help from the outside network!
The Alchemist also asked for help in the same way, but the Alchemist once had the capital to resist, so everyone can help him, but what about himself
It is the weakest delicious plant with extremely weak combat power. How can a chef intervene in the war of high elves whose per capita combat power is fourth rank
This is almost impossible, but he still hopes that the omnipotent netizens can help him find a way.
Soon, a post was posted.
[Different world help post: A chef, how to solve the genocide crisis of an elf tribe, a reward of 50,000 sand coins is offered]