Chapter 338 Brewmaster
The army dispersed in all directions.
Start a blanket search for traces of the white-tailed cat tribe.
The flying troops were extremely fast, and they were surrounded by plains and there was no complicated bottom line. Richard originally thought that he would be able to find the opponent's traces soon.
But unexpectedly, the search range expanded from 10 kilometers around to 20 kilometers to 30 kilometers. The last 50 kilometers were searched over and over again.
The white-tailed cat tribe seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, with no trace found.
Richard, who was waiting for news at the white-tailed cat tribe's station, heard the news and his thoughts were racing.
Did the fat around your mouth really fly away?
Since the other party left in a hurry and was moved together with the old, weak, sick and disabled, how could it be possible that no traces were left behind?
After thinking about it, I started a second search in this village.
After looking through most of the buildings, one detail struck his mind——
Many brewing tools were found in the village, but no good wine was found, not even a wine jar.
"Those white-tailed cats left in a hurry, how could they move away the brewed wine so quickly? This is impossible under normal circumstances."
"Either the other party has space to store treasures, or they haven't gone far at all, or they have hidden them on the spot."
"As a vassal of the orcs, the white-tailed cat tribe has such precious space storage treasures. The probability of possessing them is low. It is more likely that the other party has hidden the wine."
After peeling off the cocoon, Richard's thoughts gradually became clearer.
"Since you can hide wine, can you also hide people?"
"No matter how fast the white-tailed cats are, they can't escape from the search of the flying troops without leaving any traces. The undead don't search with their eyes."
While thinking, Richard once again looked around the village where people might be hiding, and finally walked slowly to the spring.
The spring pool is about thirty meters wide, and the surrounding area is very neatly built. The continuously gushing water carries countless bubbles, making it difficult to see the bottom of the lake clearly.
Seeing this scene, his heart moved, and the yellow sand light surged out from his body and escaped towards the bottom of the pool.
But just a few meters after the sensation penetrated the water, I felt a special energy barring in front of me.
His eyes immediately lit up.
Sure enough there is a problem!
After noticing something strange, Richard did not jump into the water rashly, but stepped back a certain distance.
Seeing this, Alves, who had been following silently, spoke in a deep voice.
"Master, do you need me to go underwater?"
He turned his head and glanced at this behemoth, shaking his head in confusion.
If you go down, can this small pool accommodate it?
He waved his hand and asked him to wait nearby.
Then he waved his hand, and the gravel on both sides of the stream flowing down from the spring suddenly surfaced.
In a moment, it condensed into a sand man over 8 meters tall.
Thump~
After the sand man took shape, he stepped on the water step by step, and finally jumped into the spring water.
Bang~
The water surface splashed with waves.
The Sandman did not sink, but just stood in the lake.
It's like stepping on transparent glass.
With a thought in Richard's mind, the sand man bent down suddenly, his arms squirmed and condensed into sharp awls.
Then he plunged directly into the water.
Bang~
The waves on the water splashed even louder.
The sand man was like a perpetual motion machine, attacking hundreds of times in succession.
Finally, after reaching a certain limit.
Click~
A crisp sound of breaking porcelain penetrated the water.
Richard's eyes lit up and he immediately controlled the sand man to increase his strength.
The next second, a panicked voice sounded.
"Dear strong man, stop attacking, we will come out right now"
Sure enough, it's inside!
Richard laughed happily.
With a wave of his hand, the sand man floated out of the water and out of the water.
After a while, hula~
A burst of bubbles emerged from the water, and a transparent ball slowly rose from the bottom of the water.
What surprised him was that the ball could be seen through and there seemed to be no one inside.
But when the side with the crack turned around, you could faintly see light and shadow inside through the crack.
The transparent ball is only 10 meters in diameter. How can this thing hold so many people?
Out of curiosity, Richard saw the ball roll down from the water to the shore, and then a gap slowly opened.
A cat tribeman with an old face, furry ears on top of his head, and a long white tail walked out of it.
The moment the other party appeared, he subconsciously glanced at the eight-meter-tall Sandman and the even more terrifying Alves behind him.
His body froze on the spot, and he couldn't suppress the horror in his heart even after taking several deep breaths.
Finally, he stepped forward with a trembling body and saluted Richard with the most respectful gesture.
"Respected, respected strong man Brooke Whitetail, I extend my most respectful greetings to you."
Richard nodded slightly.
"Your tribe is hiding inside? You're quite smart."
The old-looking Brooke Whitetail smiled bitterly. If he was really smart, he would never be found.
But he didn’t dare to talk nonsense and responded cautiously.
"Yes, my lord."
Richard looked at him curiously.
"It took me less than half an hour to flatten the orcs. How did you get the news when you were tens of kilometers apart?"
Brooke Whitetail's face turned a little pale.
The orcs were crushed?
I felt increasingly uneasy.
He looked cautious.
"The chief gave us a magic item. Once they input magic power, the color of the magic item will change."
Only then did Richard understand.
This thing is good for warning.
Brooke took a deep breath and asked softly.
"Dear Sir, Lord Chief"
Richard smiled.
"Your protector is now me."
"As for the orc chief, maybe you can go back with me now and see his body."
Although he had guessed that there was something wrong with the orc city, Brooke was still shocked when he said it himself.
How old is such a powerful force? Just say no and it’s gone?
Richard saw that the other party couldn't come to his senses for a long time, and he was not interested in explaining anything.
Look at the transparent ball.
"Let your people come out."
Brooke's heart trembled, but he did not dare to refuse. The old face steeled himself, turned around slowly, and then whispered a few words to the opened doorway.
After a while, the nervous white-tailed cats came out one by one.
Before long, the number of people at the spring exceeded 200.
This made Richard wonder. Could that ball be the legendary artifact—the motorcycle of the third brother from India?
Open the properties panel and check it out one by one.
The attributes of these white-tailed cats are almost the same, but their racial characteristics are very special - brewing masters.
The brewing master has special methods for processing brewing materials and can brew top-notch wine with a 50% increase in taste and a 50% reduction in the negative effects of alcohol.
This made Richard quite excited.
As the steamed bun lovers said, this race is proficient in brewing wine.
Even racial talents are like this, how can we not be proficient in them?
"Brooke, where is the wine you brewed before?"
As the leader of the White-tailed Cat Clan, the aging Brooke knows better than anyone else that the most important thing to survive in this world is to master power.
The white-tailed cat tribe does not have strong power, so it can only rely on other forces.
Now, the orcs have been wiped out by the terrifying being with the dragon in front of them, and they have no other choice.
As for loyalty to the orcs...sorry, between genocide and inheritance, there is no such thing.
The white-tailed cat tribe has long been accustomed to relying on the strong.
He immediately adjusted his mentality and said respectfully.
"Sir, there are still 50 jars and 100 kilograms stored in it. It was brewed before and has not yet been sent to the orcs."
"I'll have someone get it for you right away."
Sensing the subtle change in the other party's attitude, Richard glanced at him with interest.
"Take the best from a jar."
"Yes."
After a while, two young white-tailed cat tribesmen came out carrying a fat wooden barrel half as tall as a man and placed it in front of Richard.
After getting permission, he skillfully opened the lid of the barrel.
Suddenly, the aroma of fine wine hit my face.
Different from the pungent smell of ordinary alcohol, this smell is like the wind blowing in the wilderness, fresh and comfortable.
Absolutely extraordinary.
With some expectation, I opened the system panel, and the properties of the wine immediately appeared.
White tail brew
Rating: 4 stars
Taste: 90
Intensity: 52
Fragrance: 92
Features: 1. After drinking, life recovery speed is increased by 50%, duration: 30 minutes;
2. Excessive drinking without any sequelae or negative effects.
Introduction: A specialty of the white-tailed cat tribe, other than that, there is no semicolon.
Good guy, it turned out to be a 4-star wine.
Richard's eyes lit up.
The properties of wine are different from those of weapons and equipment, and have several additional statistics.
But the numbers look pretty good.
And what satisfied him the most was the introduction at the end - Baiwei Juezong, the only one with no other branches.
He glanced at the anxious white-tailed cat tribe in a good mood.
This time he finally found a big treasure.
As long as they are managed properly, these guys are chickens that can lay golden eggs. (End of chapter)