Chapter 574 Milk Powder

The chief of the Zard clan, Abbal, was just thirty years old this year, at the time of a orc's life, the most peak of the body. He has exaggerated physique, amazing brute force, wisdom or cunning mind. The long brown hair almost covered his entire face. Some orcs would learn to trim their hair like humans in order to be beautiful. The barbarians are generally), but the chief Abbar has never done so, so that the hair of his whole body grows up. The very strong body looks more burly because of thick hair.

"My chicks!" This is the name of the chief Abbar's chief to Calham.

Karham is just 26 years old this year. As a long time of his husband, this age is too young, so the chief Embar always calls him as a young eagle.

Too young also made Calham a lot of criticism. Many people talked about whether he was the illegitimate child of the chief, but everyone he heard to think that it was impossible, because the orc culture did not exist at all. This is a word from human beings from human beings.

Another bad place is that at the beginning, some people always doubt his abilities. Of course, Koles' achievements have gradually closed their mouths.

"My young eagle, come over!" Abbal greeted him.

Following the command of the chief, Kles bypassing the fire pond and came to the front of the chief. At this time, he discovered that there was a burning small fire pile in front of the chief, with a potting pot. White liquid, a strange guy is pounding below and filled with firewood. He seems to have never seen this person. Is he the new chef of the chief?

"Look!" Abbal's gong -like voice, buzzing the tent, "I said Calem will be victorious. Baba, this idiot, he thought he could escape from the shelter in winter. The king's soldiers' crusade, but my young eagle did not play cards according to common sense, and launched an attack on the severe cold. Sure enough, they were not ready at all.

Calham reported the results of the battle to him, "The chief, the chief of Baba, is willing to give you his own loyalty. As a rude price, he sincerely sent you 500 slaves, of which one hundred people are still their tribes. Strong warrior ""

The chief chief was happy and praised: "Kalom, do well, those soldiers should treat them well so that they will be willing to play for us."

Calham stroked his chest with his hand and said: "Follow your order, the chief."

Abbal pointed to the boiled pottery, "Kalom, there is a very happy thing I want to share with you, a smart little guy in the Geroso clan -is the one next to the one called Aru. Lady -invented a new food that can greatly enhance the long -distance combat capabilities of the soldiers. "

"Oh, what is the invention?"

Calham was interested and cast his eyes on that pottery. The smell of scattered from the air had smelled it, and the milk was cooked there. He was strange why milk was cooked like this. Can the milk be drunk a little bit. Of course, the best thing for the orc is the milk that just squeezed out, and it takes calories as soon as it comes out.

What about the new food of the chief? Is it soaked in milk and kept cooking?

"Hahaha, I want to sell a pass first." Abbal laughed loudly, and the orc leaders sitting around all laughed.

It seemed that he had just returned. He didn't know. Calham was not angry. He was a joke, so he found a place to sit down and quietly wait for the famous hall to show up.

The milk inside continues to boil, and the white mist is sprayed into the air. The milk in the basin is getting less and less and less and less.

Finally, a little liquid in the plate could not be found, but left a layer of white substances on the inner wall.

"The chief?" Calham cast his doubtful gaze into Abbal.

"My young eagle," Abbal pointed at the pottery, "Did you see that layer of white things? That is the new food in Aru, its name is -milk powder!"

"Oh?" Calem looked at the pot again.

"Hurry, Aru, try your milk powder for our Master." Abbal happily touched his hair and urged the orc named Aru.

Aru carefully scraped the milk powder in the inner wall, placed it in a bowl, and came to Kalom's in front of him very respectfully.

"Please taste it, Lord Calem."

Callham stared at the white powder in the bowl, hesitated for a second or two, then stretched out a finger and dipped it in his mouth from the bowl.

This kind of white powder called milk powder is stained with its own tongue, and the saliva instantly dipped these powder, and a strong milk flavor was permeated in the mouth.

The taste seems pretty good!

He picked up the wooden spoon that Aru handed over, scooped up a spoonful to his mouth, and then talked.

"Chief, is this something in milk?"

"Yes, according to my opinion, the essence of milk is these powder. After removing the water with the power of flames, the essence is retained."

"Chief Chief, this is a great invention." Calem was excited. Milk was an important source of food for grassland orcs. In addition to drinking directly, they also made cheese, cream, and brewing milk. However, these things are not easy to carry, and this kind of powder, that is, milk powder, is undoubtedly easy to carry, and more critical things are particularly easy to make. You know, if the long -distance army fights, the supply is a very troublesome thing, and the appearance of milk powder is definitely an important contribution. Think about it, after the soldiers traveled to the army, they took out a bag of milk powder and ate it with water. They could immediately restore their physical strength, and even the horse didn't need to take it.

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This is much more convenient than holding a group of cows or a group of sheep to fight.

"Yes, I think so too." Abbal rubbed his hair happily.

Alu said with a smile: "The chief, if mixed with sugar sand in the milk powder, the taste will become more delicious, fragrant and sweet."

"Ahahahahaha!" Abbal laughed.

"You really dream of dreaming. Even in the human country, Sugar is a luxury. You even want to mix him in milk powder. But ..."

The chief of the chief Abbar turned around, and a hint of cold flashed in his eyes. "This dream will become a reality sooner or later. One day in the morning and evening, the sugar sand of the human country will be owned by us, just like their other wealth."