The Cook of a Perished World - Chapter 209
Episode 209
Kwajik of the competition!
-Krap … Knap …
“What is it?”
The guy who heard my question.
Instead of answering.
He started punching his mouth, which was trying to open naturally.
-Ok…Luk…!
Was punching not enough?
Applying enough force that the veins in both hands stand up.
The guy begins to cover his mouth to prevent it from opening.
The sight of him giving me so much strength that I thought my head might explode.
I couldn’t help but be embarrassed.
‘[Honest] cooking shouldn’t be blocked just because of that.’
If you can keep your mouth shut just because you cover it yourself.
There probably weren’t many enemies who would open their mouths to this dish in the first place.
‘Because [special sauce] is not the power to open your mouth, but the power to change your emotions.’
In general case.
The act of trying to cover one’s mouth like that.
It’s normal not to be able to even think of it.
‘And yet, the fact that he’s trying to cover his mouth like that…’
It meant that he was enduring
the effects of the [Honesty] dish I fed him… to some extent.
‘crazy. How high is your mental strength?’
No, more than that.
What on earth were you trying to do?
Are you saying you close your mouth like that when I ask a question?
“If someone asked.”
How to find out the answer.
It was very simple.
Sreuk.
“I have to answer.”
“That bastard!”
Take a step closer to him.
If you remove the hand covering your mouth.
That’s enough.
“ruler. Shall I say that again?”
“I am the oldest in the tribe. Even Kurdan, who was a great shaman, is younger than me, even though his natural magical powers may have earned him the position of great shaman before me.”
“ok?”
As soon as the obstruction blocking my mouth disappeared.
Even though he was a guy who didn’t like to say things like that.
The mouth moved on its own and began spitting out the information I wanted.
“As our tribe has a short life expectancy… we respect the wisdom of our tribe members who have lived for a long time. “The now-dead warchief often asked me for advice.”
“What are you saying all of a sudden?”
“The day I suggested him to make a pact with the devil… I was given a mission by the Warchief.”
…what?
What did I just hear?
‘You suggested a contract with the devil…?’
The Green Mane tribe.
The very choice that led to destruction.
The guy who suggested it.
‘Was it you?’
as soon as.
It was this guy.
* * *
A being from another world.
As a result, the lives that ran across the grasslands faced the risk of destruction.
After a long war.
Those who have become convinced that this crisis cannot be overcome through ordinary means.
at last.
[Participate in the conference.]
Orcs, of course.
The territory of the Orc tribe and the land where the grassland god shelters.
All tribes living in the grasslands.
They gathered together.
A place where all grassland creatures share their opinions when a crisis approaches.
For the holding of [the competition].
Those who gathered there.
Each person began to come up with their own countermeasures.
-It may be a little difficult now, but our tribe will never be defeated!
A powerful warrior who rose to the position of great warrior of the Green Mane tribe at a young age.
Kargara shouted loudly.
-Past tribal history proves it!
-What Kargara said is right!
-If we believe in the protection of the Grassland God and continue to fight, we will be the winners!
Kargarawa.
Warriors following him.
They insisted on continuing the battle with the monsters.
-…That’s an argument.
-We’re still fighting, but isn’t it just a repeat of defeat?
However, few people listened to that opinion.
Ultimately, Kargara’s argument suggests maintaining the status quo.
There was no way that suggestion would work.
-The problem may be that the grassland territory is too large. If we gather all the tribe members in one place…
– Doesn’t that mean that the number of spirits that communicate with us will decrease and the area of the steppe gods will decrease? No matter how much we can compress the front, it won’t make much of a difference in the end if our strength is weakened.
-Then how about this method…
Even though all the life forms in the grassland gathered together and put their heads together.
among them.
There was not a single solution that seemed effective.
The meeting went on for so long.
A large Orc who was just watching the meeting with a serious expression.
The warchief.
I opened my mouth in a cautious tone.
-…How about forming alliances with other races?
The one who stands at the peak of life in the grassland.
Those words came from the mouth of the warchief.
-yes?
-We have the strength and numbers to run across the plains, and they have the skills to protect walls and territories that we do not have. If the two could be combined… wouldn’t it be a pretty good result?
-….
Let the warchief finish speaking.
Everyone who heard those words…
looked at the warchief, speechless.
-That’s it.
-What should I say…
It was a very noisy conference.
The conference room is engulfed in long silence.
Breathtaking silence.
It went on for a while.
-…haha! Even the Warchief cracks jokes sometimes.
The head of the shamans.
Grand Shaman Kurdan broke the silence with a somewhat awkward laugh.
-No joke?
-iced coffee. but. Of course it was a joke!
Different races.
Although it was called .
In the world they live in.
The term ‘other race’ was just one of many words used to refer to ‘enemies’.
For an absurdly long time.
Confronting and warring with each other.
Those who have been murdered.
With the beings of the other world who brought them to the brink of destruction.
Different races that exist in this world.
The difference is.
It’s just a matter of which side is stronger.
The level of hatred…
the two were at the same level.
-…okay. is it.
In Kurdan’s words.
The warchief seemed lost in thought for a moment.
-that’s right. It was a joke.
He smiled hollowly and opened his mouth.
-It seemed like everyone was getting tired of the long meeting, so I was trying to brighten the mood.
-iced coffee! indeed!
-The warchief needs to learn how to joke. Since you said it so seriously, of course I thought you were serious…
-…I wonder if that could be possible.
like that.
The meeting continues for a long time without any solutions being developed.
-…How about doing it like this?
This person has lived in the grassland for the longest time.
A shaman who can outsmart even great shamans with the knowledge and wisdom he has accumulated over a long period of time.
-Borgin?
Borgin opened his mouth.
-This is a story I heard from the oldest man in the tribe when I was very young…
-How long ago does it mean when you were young?
-According to the old man, among the beings that can be involved in this world… there are beings more powerful than the grassland gods.
I have lived for the longest time.
-…What is that?
-The Grasslands God has taken good care of us, but he is not able to give us the strength to survive from the beings of this world. then.
Accumulated wisdom over the years.
A shaman who is wiser than anyone else.
-Serving others… might not be a bad choice.
In those words.
All the tribe members listened.
* * *
-That day. Our tribe decided to abandon the steppe gods.
“….”
-The contract with the devil required preparation, so it was decided to proceed the next day. I was also preparing a contract… That night, the warchief called me.
“Why…did you call me?”
-If only for the wealth tribe to survive. You can follow my advice and abandon the Grassland God. You can throw it away!
The leader who led the servants.
As a warchief.
-The Warchief said that a contract with the devil could cause harm to the tribe. He was worried.
Other methods had to be prepared in case of an emergency.
-At the time, I thought it was an excessive worry. But I didn’t refuse his mission.
“…mission?”
-The reason why I worked alone. It was to carry out that mission. Ji….
what kind of mission was it?
Did this guy sacrifice his life to hide it?
Even now.
Are you saying you are delaying your answer like that in defiance of the effect of [honesty]?
-The tribe lost a major war… and powerful external enemies took root everywhere.
“…?”
-The leader of the shamans was holding hands with the devil who brought us to the brink of destruction, and the tribe members began to wage a civil war without being able to unite… The conclusion to this is
.
It comes down to one thing.
-In the tribe… no. It was determined that the tribes of the grasslands were in danger of extinction.
It is so certain that it cannot be compared to defeat in war.
A harbinger of destruction.
-The time has come to carry out the warchief’s orders.
“What on earth is that mission?”
When I ask that.
Hands shaking as if trying to resist orders as much as possible.
-Ah, the contract with the devil. It could undermine the purity of the species and push our species into crisis.
but.
The hand was helplessly facing his back.
-If the species is in danger of extinction… by any means necessary.
That hand.
Let’s head to the back.
-Preserve the original form of the species.
Slurp….
What kind of spell was cast?
An object that was transparent and invisible until now.
It reveals itself little by little.
A large, transparent, spherical object.
What would you say about that shape?
‘…egg?’
It looked close to an egg of something.
[Food ingredient identification (enhanced)]
Transparent eggs.
It was so transparent that the inside was slightly visible.
[Primitive Orc fluid]
Dozens of small figures.
It looks like it’s moving around.
[The Orcs gained strength through a pact with the devil, but lost their species’ purity.] [Under the
influence of the devil, their brown skin turned a grotesque green, their size grew, their skin became thicker, and their molars also became non-greasy. ]
[Shamans gained great magical power, but their intelligence decreased, and warriors gained stronger strength, but became more ferocious than before.] [Of course,
the taste has also changed greatly!]
[Those who preferred the existing taste. It was a very unfortunate thing from the perspective of.]
[And there is news that will make them cheer if they hear it.]
[Primitive Orcs who should have been extinct.]
[The fact that some of them are preserved in a special form!]
[The devil’s battle with the devil. Unlike the current Orcs who have lost their purity due to a contract, this is the body of the original Orcs who retain their original purity.] [
A race that does not lay eggs created eggs with the help of the earth spirit. The fetuses inside the egg are sealed and do not grow until the seal is released and maintain their purity.]
[It is a very rare food ingredient that is virtually extinct!] [
The bones are thick and the meat is small, so there are few edible parts, but the taste is good. It’s not bad….]
“….”
-…Kruk.
[Various spells have been applied to the entity that inherited the blood of the last warchief, Goen.] [
If given a favorable environment, it may be possible to aim for the revival of the old Orcs by farming them.]
The race is in danger of extinction.
Big egg.
There are dozens of tiny shapes
lurking inside .
‘Didn’t you say these guys give birth to dozens of children at once…?’
What was this guy trying to do?
I felt like I knew a little bit.
what is it.
When you play a strategy game that was popular in the past.
Because it was a situation that came up occasionally.
‘When the main base is completely destroyed and there is no room for recovery.’
After secretly sending a worker to another location.
By establishing a new base there.
Aiming for a comeback.
“Multi.”
Not distorted by demonic power.
Pure fetuses.
After fleeing as far away as possible with the fetus.
Raising those children there….
‘I tried to create a new tribe.’
Escape from the homeland of a destroyed and distorted race.
I wanted to make a new start in a different, safer place.
However, in the case of games.
There were many instances when workers secretly sent like that were discovered by the enemy.
In that case.
‘Well, it was normal to be hunted for no reason. maybe?’
and.
There won’t be much difference in that respect from reality.
-Please give me wealth.
A species on the verge of extinction.
In order to somehow preserve the original form of the race.
-The destruction of the wealth tribe. It’s as if I caused it. so.
“….”
-No matter what happens… I must accomplish this mission with my own hands…!
The method that old shaman chose.
It was simpler than I thought.
-You can kill an old man like me as much as you want. I will also accept annihilating the tribe’s warriors and shamans as the price of defeat. So…!
According to Ariela.
It is said that demonic beasts born with magical powers are ferocious and have strong pride.
actually.
The Green Mane tribe could not be subdued by ordinary means.
Unless it’s the method of making Ariella a [subject].
As Changsu said, these are people who choose to die because they are afraid of being overpowered.
Even this guy.
Even though I ate dishes from [Honest].
Didn’t he have a strong mental power to resist its effects?
but.
That same guy is now.
Coo!
Bow your head.
He said, hitting his head with such force that the floor was broken.
-Please save the lives of these children…!
By any means necessary.
Preserve the original form of the species.
No matter what the content of the order was, it was still true.
‘The means…’
Does that include kneeling down and begging?