Ever since the encirclement half a month ago, the atmosphere in the Night Elves' cave had never been as relaxed and joyful as it was today.
The tempting aroma of roasted meat passed through the alleys along with the breeze, making the elves guarding the caves feel excited.
The news had already been sent down this morning. Today's lunch was roasted meat!
Ever since joining the Night Elves, because of the crazy encirclement of The Wind Forest, their food every meal was strictly controlled, and they basically never had enough to eat.
But no one complained about this, because Her Highness had not eaten since half a month ago, so they had nothing to complain about.
But since breakfast two days ago, they had eaten the world's most delicious fried rice, and each of them had a big bowl.
The fried rice, known as rainbow fried rice, was so delicious that the elves were amazed, and the amount was enough to fill an adult elf's stomach.
The gloomy atmosphere in the cave began to be filled with vitality and hope after two days of delicious fried rice.
It must be because Her Highness had solved their food problem, so they had the courage to continue guarding the cave and fight for their ideals and freedom.
And the roasted meat at noon today was like a kitten's gentle tail, teasing their hearts. They had already swallowed their saliva countless times.
In the depths of the cave, a rather spacious cave had been transformed into the main kitchen of the Night Elves.
"Turn all the roasted meat over, then brush it evenly with sauce." Phyllis instructed the 30 over elves to turn the roasted beef over on the grill, and then instructed the elves waiting at the side, "Send the first batch of roasted meat to the warriors guarding the frontlines."
"Yes." The elves responded and began to do as Phyllis instructed in an orderly manner.
"To let all the Night Elves have a portion of roasted beef, we still have to roast another five batches." Phyllis wiped the sweat on her forehead with a silk handkerchief. The temperature in the cave had risen a little due to the dozens of stoves and fires.
Cooking for more than a thousand people was completely different from cooking in the restaurant. She originally only needed to cook for Her Highness, but now she had to command dozens of people to cook together. This was undoubtedly a huge challenge for her.
This was the first time she was grilling meat in the Catacombs. After all, they were currently in a wartime situation. There was no way she could cut the beef into small cubes and skewer them with bamboo strips like she did in the restaurant. Therefore, after fumbling around for two days, she managed to cut the beef into steaks. However, instead of frying them, she chose to grill them with charcoal.
She had learned how to make beef kebabs, Yangzhou fried rice, and braised chicken and rice at Mamy's. Even if she couldn't make the dishes herself, she still wanted to serve the most delicious food to the soldiers working hard on the frontlines. At the same time, she didn't want to disgrace the culinary skills that Mr. Meg had taught her.
Looking at the smiles and satisfaction on the faces of the elven warriors, she felt a strong sense of accomplishment in her heart. All the hard work and tiredness meant nothing to her.
All of the elves in the kitchen looked at Phyllis with admiration in their eyes. As the personal maid of the princess, Phyllis' cooking skills were simply too amazing. Ever since she had taken over the kitchen, eating every day had become something that all of the elves looked forward to the most.
Ordinary ingredients were cooked into delicious food under her command and guidance. Those bottles and jars seemed to contain the source of delicious food, bringing about an unparalleled delicious experience.
"Princess, if they know that we still have rations, will they give up on the siege and start attacking the Catacombs fiercely instead?" Ashley, the captain of the Night Elves, looked at Irina with some concern.
This afternoon, Irina had suddenly released the aura seal on all the passageways and used the array to transport all the aroma of the grilled meat out of the Catacombs.
This action would definitely inform the elves besieging the Catacombs that they still had rations in the Catacombs. During this period of time, their situation of surrounding the Catacombs but not attacking might change because of this. They would start attacking the Catacombs at all costs.
"Ashley, if this situation of surrounding the Catacombs but not attacking continues for a month, what do you think will happen to the Night Elves? What will happen to The Wind Forest? "Irina turned to look at Ashley and asked.
Ashley was slightly stunned. After thinking seriously for a while, her expression changed slightly, and she said, "The Wind Forest hasn't fought with other races for a hundred years and has accumulated a lot of resources and wealth. It's not difficult to maintain ten thousand guards besieging the Catacombs. And after a month, the rations that the Night Elves obtained yesterday will be used up again, and we'll fall into a rations crisis again. "
"If that's the case, we're the ones who need to change." Irina's lips curled into a smile as she looked at the elves who were in a bit of a commotion at the foot of the mountain. "Those in power don't take these low-level warriors seriously at all. After layers of embezzlement, what's left in their hands is only dry rations that are hard to swallow. It's common for officers to casually beat and scold them. "Then I'll use this aroma to disrupt their morale and let those low-level soldiers know that we're fighting for freedom. We're standing and living, but we can still eat delicious grilled meat. "And they're fighting for those who exploit and torture them, but they can only have their freedom restricted and live an ignoble life."
"Princess, are you trying to instigate them to defect?" Ashley's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but raise her voice.
Ever since the Catacombs were besieged, the Night Elves had lost the channel for fresh blood to flow in. As the number of guards increased, the Catacombs were completely surrounded. There were no reinforcements, and they couldn't expand their scale. To the Night Elves, this had become a dead end.
However, Ashley soon said worriedly, "For the current Night Elves, instigation is a double-edged sword. The addition of fresh blood can increase the strength of the Night Elves, but the increase in the number of people in the Catacombs will also accelerate the consumption of rations, making our time even more tight."
"Instigation isn't something that can be accomplished overnight. However, as long as their morale is disrupted, those low-level elves will have a yearning for us. Whether it's a breakthrough or a counterattack, we'll have a greater chance of success." Irina said calmly. She retracted her gaze and turned to walk into the passageway. "This grilled meat smells really good. Bean Sprout's culinary skills have indeed been trained well."
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"Lord Borg, the aroma of grilled meat is coming from the Catacombs. Could it be that there's a mistake in the information and they still have surplus food?" Not far from the foot of the mountain, in a large, gorgeous tent, a few elven generals gathered together and looked anxiously at Borg, who was sitting at the head of the table.
Borg's expression was also somewhat gloomy. Since the day before yesterday, he hadn't received any more news from the spies he had arranged. However, according to the previous news, the Night Elves should have completely run out of food. Why was there grilled meat now? Could it be that Irina had gone out before?
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