Orcs Will Never Be Slaves-Unless Food and Lodging Are Included / The Red Queen's Dining Table

Hey, that's going too far. It's escalated to a personal attack.

"Whether it works or not, you'll only know by trying..."

Kevin's face darkened, but this half-hooligan woman, who had no taste for meat, was not the type he was good at dealing with. He could only lose face rather than admit defeat.

"Oh ho, is it as big as mine?"

Patrick raised an eyebrow, summoned a miniaturized Honkai energy weapon—dual Gatling guns—and slammed it heavily onto the crossbeam.

"Little brother, you call that a gun?"

This was partly a double entendre, partly a playful jab, which completely defeated Kevin.

Immediately after Patrick won a round for his friend Theresa, he grinned and took off the gold wolf head emblem from his belt, then fastened it to Kevin's chest.

"If I encounter the captain and her group alone, this thing can avoid a lot of trouble..."

"From now on, you are a member of our Snow Wolf Squad..."

"Trading a bottle of wine for this, isn't that a good deal?"

Patrick heard footsteps approaching on the snow. After finishing the last drop of vodka, he chuckled and threw the metal bottle into the fire to destroy the evidence.

The Snow Wolf Squad? The legendary six-person wipeout team? If I don't want to be plagued by this debuff, I have to save you guys no matter what, right?

After all the calculations, I'm still the one who lost out... Kevin slapped his forehead and muttered to himself.

I don't know why, but it seems like my constitution always attracts people with bad luck. Is this what they call "birds of a feather flock together"?

"Why does it smell like alcohol?"

Theresa, clutching over 30 gallons of gasoline, casually tossed the can aside and began sniffing Patrick repeatedly with her sensitive nose, much like a puppy that had caught a scent.

"It's applied to the body for disinfection and to keep warm..."

As Patrick winked at him, Kevin reluctantly raised his hand to take the blame.

"Stop lying to me! Open your mouth!"

Suddenly, Theresa, with her intelligence seemingly on full display, roughly pried open her best friend's tightly closed lips, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted out.

"You! Come back to the tent with me to check your wound!"

The violent nun dragged the wilted eggplant and charged toward the tent.

"Hey buddy, don't forget our date! You promised..."

Patrick, dragged forward like a dead dog, looked at Kevin with tears welling up in his eyes, like a wronged woman who had been abandoned.

Theresa's anger had reached its peak. She turned around abruptly and glared at Kevin through gritted teeth.

"And you too, we'll settle this score later!"

Sure enough, none of these women were easy to deal with...

Kevin, who was keeping watch on the crossbeam, watched the figures darting and dodging inside the tent, twitched his lips, and rubbed his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Chapter 333, Section 350: Orcs Will Never Be Slaves Unless They Are Provided with Food and Lodging

At dawn, the survivors packed up their camp, secured their supplies, and set off in a massive procession of more than 20 vehicles of different models.

Because Russia's arms stockpiles are comparable to those of the America, and fueled by a tough and aggressive culture, the convoy had been upgraded after passing through three villages and an abandoned military supply depot.

The discarded PPSh-41 submachine guns and old-fashioned guns were almost one per person, and the two Katyusha rocket launcher trucks behind them seemed to still be usable, while vodka was plentiful.

Some volunteer Russian youths even dragged an old T-Series tank out of an abandoned warehouse, the specific model of which Kevin couldn't identify.

As a result, the survivors underwent a complete transformation, from their mental outlook to their weaponry.

Of course, it's not that they don't have more advanced weapons and equipment. Simple military and police firearms are fine, but high-level artillery and armored vehicles are too difficult for them to operate and would only become a burden.

Thus, this private armed force, armed with "vodka in the left hand, PPSh-41 in the right, and Katyusha in the back," appeared on the vast snowfield.

What a memorable scene! All that's missing is Natasha in his arms...

Kevin, sitting on the roof rack, sipped kvass and munched on Borodinsky bread, his right hand making a grasping motion in the air, a hint of regret in his heart.

I wonder if the traitorous Black Widow has yet to summon the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D.. agents to come to her aid...

Judging from the current situation, they've probably stood me up, haven't they?

Kevin muttered to himself, while at the same time, Natasha, who was buried in a pile of documents and overwhelmed with work at S.H.I.E.L.D.. in New York, suddenly shivered and felt a chill run down her spine for no reason.

"We're still over 200 kilometers from the B-17 military supply depot. Based on our fuel reserves and current marching speed, we should arrive this afternoon..."

The wealthy businessman inside the infantry fighting vehicle on the left began to regularly report the situation to his new superior.

This man was quite organized, and he was very attentive to his work, as his wife was housed in a comfortable RV.

Of course, Kevin's use of force and militarized management played a significant role in ensuring such a smooth journey.

Anyway, the commander was quite adept at doing these things, not to mention there was a manager by his side who was willing to play the bad cop and take the blame.

In addition, by following the people above him, not only was his safety guaranteed, but Kevin also indirectly spread the BSAA's tradition of extorting money from the people who had lost their homes and fled.

The commander always turned a blind eye to their possession of unclaimed property.

But first, they have to carry the weight themselves; second, they are not allowed to fight over it; third, there is a limit to the number... If they violate any of these rules, they will be left to fend for themselves on the ice field.

Kevin's tacit approval of these actions was not simply an encouragement of the wicked trend of robbery.

Although Siberia suffered from the Second Honkai, Russia's domestic monetary and credit system did not collapse.

The dead don't need these things, but the living have to keep living. It's only natural to make reasonable use of resources and get these people to willingly risk their lives.

It's unclear who's in charge of the B-17 military supply depot and what factions are involved, but in any case, having control of an armed force is never a bad thing.

His men were able to use the money to meet their immediate living needs, preventing them from rioting due to starvation.

It would be such a tragedy if someone didn't die from being devoured by Honkai Beast or in the harsh conditions of the snowfield, but instead met their end over a few bites of food.

As they got closer to the B-17 military supply depot, they encountered small groups of Honkai Beast more and more frequently.

"Roar!"

As the convoy passed through a coniferous forest, two starving adult Russian brown bear charged into the convoy. Due to the amplifying effect of Honkai energy, these enraged beasts nearly overturned a car.

Bored, Ling jumped out of the RV and slapped the enraged brown bear seven or eight meters away with two slaps.

The survivors in the group, who had rarely seen anyone make a move, were utterly dumbfounded.

"Roar!"

The enraged bear lunged forward, but just as it raised its paw to approach Zero, it was slapped down again.

"Roar!" "Bang!" "Roar!" "Bang!"

At that moment, a curious yet slightly frightened little girl stepped out of the car that had been robbed by a brown bear.

Holding two Borodinsky bread and a bag of dried meat, she carefully approached the brown bears and placed the food in front of them.

The two brown bears, their purplish eyes gleaming with excitement, immediately stood up and roared at the coniferous forest. This sudden action startled the little girl, who retreated in fear.

"Bang!"

Zero frowned and slapped the two brown bears on the ground with another slap.

However, as the two brown bears lay on the ground whimpering, a little brown bear, not much taller than the little girl, stumbled out of the coniferous forest.

Under the loving gaze of his parents, the hungry little one tore open the package, first eating some bread crumbs, then ripped open the packaging and swallowed nearly half of the dried meat.

The Honkai is not only a disaster targeting Human Civilization, but also a calamity for other creatures.

But disasters cannot sever everything, and civilization and compassion are not so fragile.

Kevin nodded to the wealthy businessman beside him, and the middle-aged man immediately understood, ordering someone to set aside some food and bring it to the three brown bears.

Seeing that there was plenty of food, the three Beast quickly lowered their guard and sat on the snow to feast.

The most curious children, seeing that they could not move forward, mustered their courage and touched the fur of the brown bear family, big and small.

Even more mischievous young Russians, carrying two bottles of vodka, opened them and poured them into the mouths of two brown bears.

As they drank and got into a good mood, they started calling each other brothers, putting their arms around each other's shoulders, taking out cigarettes, lighting them, and puffing away.

The three brown bears, having eaten their fill, were extremely docile, allowing adults and children to stroke their bellies. They even nudged the humans next to them with their massive heads.

On this vast frozen land, the Slavs and bears have formed an inseparable bond, coexisting and respecting each other.

The drunkards, lying on the snow, awoke to the licking of bears, sometimes as tenderly as if they were their own wives.

Alcohol is loved by all living things in the world, and for Russians, drinking with brown bears is a baptism that transcends species.

In their eyes, bears are no different from plush toys on supermarket shelves; they can be trampled on and played with until they're done.

Russians are even more terrifying creatures than bears.

At the same time, because the local bear population is so large, Russian parents teach every juvenile Russian how to subdue a bear in order to save their lives.

On average, 3 out of every 10 children can scare a bear away, and the other 7 have fought bears since they were young.

***, affection and righteousness, love and nature, war and peace—this land is truly magical.

P. S.: Russian bears are definitely different. By the way, it's a shame I didn't get the FGO Ursula.

Chapter 334, Section 351: The Red Queen's Table

"Pretty lady, can you squat down? I have a secret to tell you..."

A little Russian girl, who was losing her baby teeth, stared with wide, mischievous eyes and tugged at Zero's arm affectionately.

Not being good at dealing with children, Zero, seeing that she couldn't escape, bent down with a stern face and asked in a gruff voice.

"Hey kid, what's up?"

The little girl with braided pigtails suddenly hugged Zero's neck and pecked her on the cheek with a "smack".

Zero, who had never received such treatment before, was momentarily stunned. She covered the cheek that had been kissed and squatted there in a daze, so much so that she didn't hear the little girl's gratitude and admiration.

"Here's a gift for you. Don't let the little one's good intentions go to waste. Keep it safe..."

Kevin slowly stepped forward, patted Zero's shoulder, roused the World-Ending Diva from her daze, and then stuffed the Matryoshka doll that the little girl had handed him into Zero's arms.

"Get in the car, we need to get going..."

"Big brother, can we take them with us?"

The little girl pointed pitifully at the brown bear family, hoping to move the officer with her pitiful eyes.

"You're young but clever, okay, I promise you..."

Kevin stroked the little girl's head, gave her a piece of chocolate, and then urged the team members who were taking the opportunity to rest to prepare to set off.

Theresa, who had somehow ended up among the children, hugging and cuddling with the brown bear family, reluctantly let go and led the little brown bear into the car.

As for the two adult brown bears, they were naturally assigned to the trucks to be responsible for transporting supplies.

The vehicle started again, and the previously somber atmosphere became cheerful with the addition of the brown bear family.

At this moment, Zero, sitting on the roof of the RV, was staring blankly at the Matryoshka doll in his hand.

Two hands behind her grasped her fair wrists, and whispered words close to her ear made her cheeks tingle.

"Come on, I'll show you how to open it; there's something good inside..."

Kevin guided Zero step by step on how to unscrew the nesting doll. After all seven layers were fully opened, sparkling candies and a ring wrapped in candy wrappers came into view.

The items weren't expensive, but for a child fleeing a disaster, they might be all she had to offer.

Thanks? Gifts? These words and outcomes are so distant from her hazy memory; insults and curses seem to be the dominant colors of her past life.

"Humans, these creatures are not bad, are they, Diva Highness?"