For a mouthful of food, many slave warriors fought among themselves, causing quite a commotion.
Keenly observing this scene, Jifan immediately shouted to John by his side:
"Our opponents are starving. Prepare some thick soups and bones for them."
Scratching his head, John was somewhat bewildered; he couldn't quite grasp the connection between fighting a war and cooking meals.
However, not one to overthink things, John was an excellent executor.
Within a few minutes, he had completed the task given to him by Jifan and hurriedly reported back:
"I've already boiled three pots of bone soup. It smells wonderful, but it's still not ready..."
Looking at the Zhuoer Elf Warriors who were wielding whips in the distance, Jifan flashed a brilliant smile:
"There's no need to wait for it to be ready; after all, they may not be accustomed to eating it anyway. Just pour it down around the Well Carriages."
Splash!
The pouring broth from several large pots scalded dozens of slave warriors.
