The taste feedback from chewing the head in the middle is that the burnt aroma is a mixture of woody residue and a small amount of earth, somewhere between burnt meat and hot ashes, with some hard edges and a slightly loose center.
The head on the right is a warg, much smaller than the troll.
It was bitten into two pieces by King Ghidorah. The back piece was on the ground and the front piece was put into the mouth.
The flesh of a warg is firmer than that of a troll, and the teeth encounter greater resistance when cutting into it. After entering the mouth, a kind of sour and fermented fishy juice is gradually released during the chewing process.
Both the bite muscles and the base of the tongue returned a lingering chewing texture, and the sour taste stayed in the mouth for a while.
The head on the left chose the corpse of an orc, and it was directly picked up together with the armor.
The armor made a sound of metal deformation when it was bitten into, and the broken edge penetrated into the orc's body.
The dark body fluids that had solidified leaked out a small amount again, leaving a smell of rust and burnt on the inner wall of the mouth.
King Ghidorah chewed with great force, and the metal fragments were flattened, bent, and broken between the teeth, making a continuous high-pitched sound, and then slipped into the esophagus along with other fragments when the throat muscles contracted.
The taste is an extremely strong mixture of sour rot and coke, which goes straight from the base of the tongue to the nose, with a lingering metallic aftertaste, like a burnt iron piece that has been immersed in some kind of overly salty liquid and then dried again, and then roasted several times by charcoal fire.
The orc's body odor formed a continuous background atmosphere in the mouth of the left side of King Ghidorah's head that could not be ignored, as if something was evaporating slowly in the deepest part of the mouth and never dissipated.
Redd only lasted a few breaths before the spiritual connection was cut off.
He opened his eyes, stood up straight, and looked down at his fingers - his knuckles were still slightly tightened, as if trying to break away from some invisible touch.
He stood there for a moment longer, mobilizing his consciousness to let the strange feeling brought back from the link completely dissipate from his own senses. Then he raised his head and returned his attention to the direction of the sea and the camp.
"Give the order," he said to Douglas, his voice returning to its usual calmness, "Everyone returns to the camp. Count the number of people, and calculate the consumption and losses of materials."
Douglas had already straightened up when he heard the command. He was brushing off the dirt and ashes on his shoulders and arms. He paused for a moment when he heard Redd's command.
As if to confirm that the words have been completely said, he then took two steps towards the two nearest messengers and began to distribute the follow-up arrangements.
Orders were passed back layer by layer along the edges of rock walls and cliff slopes, by word of mouth from one person to the next, to queues in different directions and positions.
The soldiers stood up from their bunkers one after another and moved slowly towards the camp along the paths of the hillside and coastline.
As they passed through the ground that had been repeatedly burned and crushed many times, someone stopped to look at the gray-white remnants of the giant monsters at the edge of the scorch marks, and then looked away.
Demon Dragon also stood up from the side of the cliff one by one, walking along the gentle slope of the hillside towards the open space between the camp and the hill, where they were reorganized into a loose but relatively even distribution.
Douglas was at the front of the team, dividing the manpower into several groups. When the two teams responsible for inspecting the damage to the wall and the location of the fires passed by him, he tilted his head and listened to a few reports, and then gave a few brief instructions to the next team.
Redd stood on the edge of the rock wall, looking at the area that had been cleared and was gradually returning to quiet. He confirmed that all the orcs and trolls had indeed been cleared away, leaving no trace of anything that could still maintain mobility where King Ghidorah could see it.
He took one last look at the outlines of the wreckage in the scorch area that had merged with the surface, then turned around and walked towards the camp.
On the way back to the camp, the ground no longer felt like the soft, scorched earth that had been burned by the flames and then cooled.
After King Ghidorah's continuous thunderstorm bombardment, the ground in front of the camp that had experienced Dragonfire, kerosene, and repeated crushing had turned into a hard shell with a texture close to ceramics.
When you step on it with your boots, the surface will make a crisp, slightly reverberating sound, like stepping on moderately thick fired pottery, and when you step on those cracked and melted edges,
The feeling of the foot will change from firm to slightly sunken, as if the sole is applying pressure to a surface that is not yet completely stable, causing its adjacent pieces to refit, and then being flattened again by its own weight.
The air was filled with a persistent, slightly metallic burning smell, mixed with the smell of scorched earth and ozone remaining after electric shock. After standing next to King Ghidorah for a while,
Redd can tell that the concentration of ozone is slowly decreasing, being diluted by the sea breeze into a gradually fading trace.
Soldiers are regrouping into the camp from all directions.
Some people returned from the coastline, and the edges of their boots and trousers were wetted by sea water. They slowly dried in the sea breeze and residual temperature, leaving behind dark water stains that gradually faded away;
Others walked out of the bunker area on the side of the ridge and walked back along the well-trodden dirt road, leaving a long series of extended footprints on the road;
There were also some people who slowly walked back from the further skirmishing positions. Their movements were slightly slower than others, as if they were confirming that the ground was stable before taking the next step.
Their footsteps were particularly clear in the night wind that had calmed down again, monotonous and continuous, with the characteristic dragging feeling when the body is tired.
The fire is being rekindled.
The positions of the fires that were blown out or buried by the storm during the thunderstorm were being cleared one by one by the soldiers - someone used a wooden stick to push away the broken soil and ashes covering them, and found that there was still unburned charcoal underneath, and added a few handfuls of hay and twigs to rekindle the fire;
Someone brought new fuel from the spare pyre and re-erected burning structures in the completely extinguished pits.
The fire light once again lit up in the camp, gradually connecting from dots to flakes, bringing the corners inside and outside the camp that were once alternately occupied by darkness and lightning back into the scope of artificial lighting.
Douglas The inventory work has begun while the fire is rekindled.
He first asked the commanders of each team to count the number of people in each team, and reported them step by step through the captains at each level. Each round of reporting added new numbers and marks to the parchment paper in his hand that had been crumpled many times.
The survivors are returning to the team one after another, and the soldiers and support personnel who were scattered throughout the camp performing their respective tasks are also moving closer to the central area.