Chapter 211 Food Creation Technique
The fog that enveloped Ulthuan gradually parted, and the fleet page entered the vast ocean.
This voyage will last a long time. Captain Kurvist from Coscui estimates that it will take at least a month to reach Erengrad, and some supplies will need to be purchased at Marienburg on the way.
Although Imric felt that this time was a bit long, and Plak might have fallen when he arrived at Marienburg, there was nothing he could do. If there were only one or two people, the Asul embassy in Marienburg could still use the teleportation spell. They moved quickly across the sea, but the army of nearly ten thousand people could only drift slowly on the sea.
I just hope that the Kislev ladies who have been fighting Chaos for so long can persist until the reinforcements arrive, otherwise they will have to stage a battle to defend Kislev. I don’t want to fill the army into a bottomless pit of street fighting, Chaos The quantity and quality of the army are unreasonable. You can look like a black orc by eating dirt.
In the dragon ship's canteen, Imric frowned and looked at the plate of food in front of him. A smoked fish with bread, some mutton, a small cheese and the wine specially provided for him. It's not that he thought the taste was bad, the dragon He can even satisfy his hunger by eating dirt. He also has this ability. The key is whether he can eat enough?
He turned around and looked at the people next to him, and found that they were similar to him. There were similar things on the iron dinner plates. Only Damian was holding a rice bowl and gnawing beef. He grabbed it directly from the window, and No one dared to touch this warrior who defeated Skarbrand and asked,
"Our food reserves should be more than this, right? There is no need to be so restrained, and why are there no vegetables at all? I remember asking people to purchase them at that time When supplying supplies, we specifically requested the purchase of a large amount of fresh fruits and vegetables." The people
sitting on this table were all senior officers of Caledor. This was the canteen that provided a dining place for the dragon princes. However, when they saw the prince, he had not made any move, except for Damian who was fiercely Nibbling, everyone else just put their hands on the table and waited.
There was a bit of anger in the prince's words. He couldn't even get enough to eat during the war, so why fight? He could just go back to the Longji Mountains to plant sweet potatoes.
The people around him were a little afraid, for fear of making the prince unhappy and throw him to the Dragon's Back Mountains to move rocks. Davian, who was kicked by Agathel, took up the topic.
He said slightly flatteringly, "Your Highness, because we are carrying a large amount of military supplies this time, the cabins for storing food are somewhat scarce. In addition, several dragons of His Highness Minas Nir also have to consume food, so the daily supply The amount is not too much."
"The reason for the scarcity of fruits and vegetables is that a large number of farms in Avalon and Savrei were burned by Druzi, which resulted in a decrease in production this season, even though we urgently purchased some on the grounds of military operations. batch, but it is still not sufficient. In addition, war horses need a lot of fruits and vegetables to adapt to life at sea, so they are only supplied every two days." After saying
these two sentences, he hurriedly explained,
"But we still have some emergency measures. In the past two years, in order to cope with the shortage of food at sea, the White Tower of Hos has specially developed a spell called food making, which can use the magical wind to make bread to ensure that everyone will not be hungry." As he spoke
, A blue light appeared in the hand, and a piece of bread that was still exuding heat appeared in the hand. It was large and oblate. If it were in wartime, it would be enough for a soldier to eat for a day.
Seeing this, Agthel was a little curious. After all, this was the first time he heard of this thing, so he snatched the bread made by magic from Davian's hand and took a bite with anticipation.
He just chewed two mouthfuls, his face instantly turned green, and he spit it out regardless of the fact that the prince was right in front of him. Then he drank the wine in front of him in one gulp and looked at Davian with a murderous look on his face, "You call this bread
? It tastes like shit. Master Hes White Tower's tongue has been burned by fire. Can't you eat this?"
Davian moved his hands around his head, "After all, this is the first generation product. It hasn't had time to improve, so the taste is almost the same. It's okay, we have already considered adding spices during the casting process."
Looking at the two uncles and nephews in front of him speechlessly, Imrik covered his forehead, expecting these people to be as reliable in life as in war is completely impossible. Kadaweian's explanation also relieved some of his anger. If his subordinates were not doing things well, they would have to deal with it. However, given the objective reality of insufficient cabins and lack of fruits and vegetables, there was no way to change this matter. The head asked Masnow,
"Is there enough in the big backpack?"
In order to cope with the extremely difficult situation of replenishing supplies in Kislev, he had ordered two court mages to send the big backpack to Lothern. This was to ensure that Even if the logistics line is cut off, emergency supplies can still be provided for several days.
"Enough. This part of the supplies is stored under my personal supervision and is not included in the standing supplies." Masnod nodded and took the big backpack with him. This thing may be a lifeline in the future. After all, it is in an unknown place. In a national war under certain circumstances, one must prepare for the worst.
"Let the giant dragons of Minas Nir go to the sea to find food by themselves. If you have any objections, let them come to me." After Imrik said the last sentence, he started to speak. Since the diet of the war horse cannot be changed, Then we can only operate on the giant dragons. These dragons are very lazy, especially Minas Nir. After being raised for two years, he didn't even want to hunt himself. He just waited all day for sacrifices. Indragunni When you see it, you have to yell at the traitor.
Two hours after dinner, we were on the deck of the dragon boat.
"What! Do you want me to go to the sea to find food myself?" Minas Nil lay lazily on the deck. When he felt that it was time to eat, he opened his mouth habitually. According to his experience, it would be ready after a while. The cooked meat was put into the mouth, but after waiting for a long time, there was no familiar feeling. So he asked the dragon prince passing by and got an answer that shocked the dragon.
"Yes, Your Highness Minasnil, the prince has just ordered you to take the dragon into the sea to find food in person." Dragon Prince Judith nodded, repeated Imrik's order, and explained what would happen if If you have any objections, go to the prince. They only convey orders.
"That brat is the opposite. Even that brat from the King of Conquerors has to provide me with delicious food and drink." At this time, Yao Xinglong began to rely on his old age and became lazy after being raised for two years. He didn't want to move at all.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, this matter was ordered by the prince." Judith bowed his head to Minas Nir and turned to leave. He couldn't wait to follow Agathel and Davian to clean up Masno. After all, He also bought Adira to win, no matter what, he had to improve the memory of this champion warrior.
Lying on the deck, Lao Mi felt that life had lost its luster. If a giant dragon couldn't lie down, what's the point of living? It was better to go back to the Dragon's Back Mountains to sleep. At this moment, it suddenly smelled A familiar smell.
Turning around, he saw several dragon princes and Val priests surrounding a giant dragon, holding long swords in their hands and cutting a sea snake more than ten meters long. The familiar smell was coming from the barbecue grill on the campfire. of.
Because the prince did not control this voyage, most of the dragon princes regarded life at sea as a group tour. They asked the accompanying priest Vaal to build a barbecue grill, steal some spices from the canteen, and then trick the dragon into catching a sea snake. When he came back, he didn't care about the rules set by the Cosques, so he lit a fire on the deck and planned to add a meal.
The scent of the dragon lure spread from the barbecue grill to Lao Mi's nose, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Although he wanted to grab the barbecue sea snake, as the legendary Yao Xing Dragon, he still had to pay attention.
"Forget it, let's not argue with that brat. Why do you call yourself an old dragon who only takes care of young people? It's all his fault that he believed in the evil of that old guy Caledor. Otherwise, he should have been allowed to ride horses for the rest of his life."
Lao Mi sighed in his heart, spread his wings and planned to take off, going into the sea to catch a sea snake to satisfy his hunger. If these Caledo boys didn't bake some flavor, he would fly back to the Dragon's Back Mountains to sleep on the spot, and no one could stop him. Accommodation, unless they promise to include food and accommodation.
(End of chapter)