Then he died.
When he came back to his senses, he had already reappeared in the Hero's Altar. "Luckily, I spent half a month and obtained a lot of energy to revive. I don't believe that I can't defeat this elf girl!"
For the next half a year.
In order to prove his culinary skills, he kept collecting resurrection energy, and then steeled his heart to seduce the little loli. He kept researching the delicious ingredients of this world, waiting for her to pass by and using all kinds of tricks.
Then …
He had experienced more than thirty fancy ways of dying.
But he gradually began to communicate with this little girl, gaining her trust and trying to learn their language. This little girl also stopped killing him and often came to ask for food and play with him.
From this, he learned the elf language and understood the civilization of this world.
This little girl was called Xilin, and the Ancient Tree of Life she lived in was called the Ancient Night Tree. These tree elves liked to appear at night.
Elves had long lifespans like trees. They only reached adulthood at 80 years old, and had a lifespan of more than 300 years. She was not an adult yet, only 50 years old.
These tree elves were few in number and had low reproductive abilities. Every one of them was extremely precious, and they could only rely on the fruits of the Ancient Tree of Life to reproduce.
Moreover, in this Western Fantasy Ancient Tree world, there was the towering Ancient Tree of Life, the powerful Ancient Tree of War, giant dragons, deep sea hydras, and all kinds of terrifying behemoths.
"The people of this world are really simple. I died more than 30 times, and my progress is finally almost full." On this day, after playing with the little girl, he returned to his residence. "According to the information on the power system on the Internet, this world's power system is very high … Adult elves have the standard of grade 4, as if they were born demons!"
He returned to his room and began to prepare the ingredients for Xilin's next meal. But in the next second, a group of adult beautiful elves suddenly rushed in.
"This is where that strange ancient tree is! Finally found it! "
"Xilin who secretly seduced us, and seems to have the ability to continuously revive. It's also very delicious!"
"Yes, this creature seems to be able to cook delicious food. Xilin once secretly brought it back, and I tasted it once! It's countless times more delicious than the meat we roasted with fire! "
Crack!
He was quickly locked up. A group of dark elf ladies surrounded him and sized him up.
He lay on the bed and looked at the group of beautiful elves with exquisite faces. For some reason, he felt a little happy.
"Sisters, please be gentle. I'm afraid of pain …" He smiled, but his smile gradually became more and more perverted.
Because the group of young ladies picked up knives and started dissecting him.
"Oh my god! Someone save me! "
After half a month, he suddenly stabilized and was released. He became a member of the Elf Tribe and received great treatment. He became the Night Elf Tribe's Ancient Wood Chef, and he conquered the entire Tribe with his delicacies and cooked for them.
Moreover, he didn't need to prepare the altar's energy. The powerful Elf Race had already prepared countless resurrection energy for him.
Whoosh –
Smoke rose from the flames and floated into the air with a delicious fragrance.
At this time, hundreds of elves were holding a bonfire dinner feast.
A strange-looking Tiny Treant was cooking food for them. The cute ladies around them were all looking forward to it. Their eyes were burning, and they were even gulping down their saliva.
"Okay, this is a cake that I've tried using tree starch and yeast-like plants to make. You'll definitely be fascinated by its delicious taste … Today's main dishes are roasted meat and roasted fish."
His expression became calm.
"Amazing!"
The people around him cheered. A group of young ladies quickly took wooden bowls and put the food in them. Then, they quickly swarmed forward and dismembered Mumu's limbs.
"His arms are mine!"
"Hair, I want hair!"
"I want his feet. Although the smell is so spicy that I'm crying, I don't know why, but it's addictive."
Whoosh!
A group of elves swarmed forward. After the chef finished cooking, he was quickly torn into pieces and smeared on the food he cooked. It was as if it had become a sacred ceremony.
"Delicious!"
"The spicy taste is the best."
"Nonsense. It's obviously minced garlic. That's too delicious!"
Some people liked spicy food, while others liked minced garlic. There were all kinds of flavors.
Not far away, a new Seven Wonders Treasure Tree gradually walked out of the Hero's Altar. Looking at the elves who were cheering, he would sacrifice himself to the food after cooking every day.
The little girl, Xilin, was holding a piece of cake that was sprinkled with soy sauce. Her red lips were stained with sauce, and she looked a little pure and cute. She walked over with an apologetic expression and said in a silly manner, "I didn't expect the big sisters to follow me. I just wanted to eat you alone. Are we still friends?"
Mumu smiled awkwardly and patted the little girl's head. "It's okay. It's not your fault."
Xilin suddenly became excited, and her eyes shone with longing. "Then, can I still eat you first?"
Mumu:???
"Yes!"
Mumu replied. He quickly adapted to this kind of life.
He suddenly felt that this kind of life was very blissful. There was a group of pure and beautiful elven sisters accompanying him every day. They would affirm his food. He only needed to study food, and they would prepare all kinds of ingredients for him. Then, they would look at him eagerly. This feeling of being needed was even more satisfying than when he was a chef in a special restaurant.
"I've always been a chef who pursues good food. It doesn't matter if I become stronger. It's a very happy thing to become a member of this tribe and keep studying food." He gradually let go of the idea of becoming stronger.
Two years passed by.
His cooking skills became more and more proficient, and he would occasionally feed the Ancient War Trees.
The Dark Night Elf Tribe was one of the weaker factions among the 11 Ancient Trees. They only had around 300 Elves and 17 Ancient War Trees. The strongest, the Feather Elf Tribe, had around 1,100 Elves and 70 Ancient War Trees. They had even enslaved a Green Dragon.
Previously, it had been peaceful. The stronger elf tribes were very far away from them. Although the neighboring elf tribes were strong, they weren't that much stronger than them.
However, as the unique food of the Night Elves gradually spread, it attracted a lot of attention.
"What are they eating? It smells so tempting!"
"If we can eat it, then …"
Food and lust were the instinctive pursuit of all living beings. Some people would even pay a great price for food, including war … The wind elves next door started to hate simple food. They found it hard to swallow.
"Plunder them."
A small-scale war broke out.
There were casualties in the tribe. One by one, the elven ladies who chatted harmoniously with each other were brought back. Gradually, they were heavily injured and died in front of their eyes.
As the chef, Mumu started to treat their wounds. Chili and garlic could be used to sterilize the wounds, so it was a simple treatment.
"The Ancient War Trees that we brought, as well as more than ten of Big Sister Misia's clansmen, have been captured." Three days later, a piece of news came. Panic started to spread in the elf tribe.
Misia was the most dignified and mature elder sister among them. She was also an intimate elder sister that Mumu often chatted with.
"What will happen to them?" Mumu's voice trembled.
"They were killed under the Ancient Tree of Life to become nutrients for the next generation of wind elves. As for the Ancient War Trees, they have already defected to the enemy and become their Ancient Tree … It's the same for us."
The Ancient War Trees were like mercenaries. They would follow the tribe of whoever provided them with food and tamed them.
Most of the time, they would not die. They wandered between the major elf tribes.
"Why don't you hand me over?" Mumu's eyes widened. This was the first time he had seen true death.
It was a living, intelligent life with a voice and appearance. A few days ago, it was still laughing and joking.
In reality, he was only a chef. Although he had killed chickens, ducks, fish, and pigs before and would not be soft-hearted, they were still living people …
For the first time, he realized the cruelty of life. This was not a game. This was a living world, a real second life!
"How can we hand you over? You are the treasure of our tribe. You can provide us with weapons, healing, and delicious food. Without you, we will return to the simple life we had before. Without delicious food, we are no different from being dead." The surrounding elves shook their heads. "Moreover, there will be wars every once in a while. You are only the cause of them."
After saying that, they picked up their iron spears, iron bows, and arrows. They brought the Ancient War Trees and started the war. "You helped us develop our civilization. These weapons are very helpful to us. They are stronger than us, but they might not be able to defeat us."
More news came from the frontlines.
Another Ancient War Tree was captured.
Moreover, it was said that the neighboring Wind Elves began to feel the pressure and chose to join hands with the Water Elves to completely eradicate the Night Elves. They would obtain the secret that the Night Elves had iron weapons that made their food delicious!
"The tallest tree in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Hand me over." In the room, Mumu was trembling.
Although he was very ruthless with his words, as a chef, he had some achievements in the evolution of species. As for other things, such as war, cultivation, and becoming stronger, he knew nothing about them.
"It's useless." The elf beside him suddenly said and walked out. "This is war. There are not many reasons."
Mumu was silent for a while. He could only cook for the elves in the tribe, but he could not do anything else. Although he had long regarded the three hundred of them as his family.
He stood on the treehouse and looked down at the entire elf tribe. They were in danger. Suddenly, he fell silent.
He quietly went offline and decided to go out and ask for help.
In fact, if he wanted to get rid of this slave life and not cook for this tribe, he could have gone out and asked for help a long time ago. However, he quite liked this kind of life.
Now, he had no choice but to ask for help from the outside network!
Back then, the Alchemy Emperor had also asked for help like this. However, the Alchemy Emperor had the ability to resist, so everyone could help him. But what about him?
He was the weakest delicious plant with extremely weak combat power. How could a chef intervene in the war of the High Elves, who had an average combat power of level four?
This was almost impossible. However, he still hoped that the omnipotent netizens could help him think of a way.
Soon, a post was posted.
[Otherworld SOS: A chef, how to solve the crisis of extermination of an elf tribe. Reward: 50,000 sand coins]
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