Start in Another World With All Cooking Skills

The first round of the [Blood and Horn] competition ended in a rather strange way, while the outsider Dawn advanced smoothly.

After the battle was over, several tauren controlled by Dawn [Dream] woke up.

Among them, Alistar, who was originally expected to be the final winner in this [Blood and Horns] competition, just fell down at the beginning of the first round for no reason, which made this strong and combative tauren quite annoyed.

However, Alista will not hold grudges against Donne who eliminated him because of this, but sincerely feels ashamed that his skills are inferior to others.

After all, five beat one and were easily wiped out by the anti-killing group. It really has no face to bear grudges against others.

After leaving the arena, the tauren led by Alista were all called away by Chief Kane.

Inside the chief's long room.

The defeated Alistar, as well as Kane, Tamara and a group of tauren elders gathered here.

The five members of Alistar were describing to the elders how they felt fighting from the first-person perspective after they fought against Dorn.

"You mean, after being attacked by the thick black air, you all fell asleep? And dreamed?"

Shaman Tamara frowned after listening to the post-battle summary of Alistar and others, and stroked a few bird feathers on the witch staff: "What kind of dream was it?"

"A... sweet dream." Alistar embarrassedly scratched the back of his head with his thick fingers.

The old shaman fixed his eyes, then waved his witch sticks, and the colorful bird feathers on the heads of those sticks trembled.

Together with the pigeon feathers on the light feather net that acts as a light source in the long room, it also began to shake uncontrollably.

A strong surge of magic power overflowed from the witch staff.

Afterwards, the consciousness of Alista and the other five tauren began to become slightly blurred, but they felt very comfortable, as if someone was giving their brains a gentle deep massage.

"What did you see in your dream?" Tamara asked again.

Alista's consciousness was blurred, he felt the voice of the old shaman's voice fluctuating from far to near, and layer upon layer, with a heavy echo.

"First I saw a lot of water, a lot... oh, that should be called [the sea]..." Alistar tried to describe what he saw in the dream under the guidance of the shaman.

However, in the cognition of this young tauren who has been obsessed with fighting and fighting since childhood, the word [sea] does not exist.

This kind of vocabulary used to describe the outside world usually only exists in the ancient books of Minotaur. Only high-level Tauren intellectuals such as shamans have the opportunity to come into contact with them.

He was able to use the word because at this moment the Tamara shaman shared a consciousness with several young tauren.

Moreover, as Alista and the others gradually relaxed and did not take the initiative to resist, the old shaman could directly browse through their consciousness and find what they saw in the dream when they were fighting just now.

And so the Tamara shaman saw—

Continuous sea water, surging waves.

I saw the manned three-masted sailboat sailing through the wind and waves; I saw the morning light shining against the golden sea; I saw the stars melting in the sea...

Then her gaze widened further and further away.

She saw human towns, tall towers and bell towers, saw human concerts filled with seats, and heard melodious musical instruments playing.

Suddenly, Elder Tamara could still see a snow-falling human town.

The streets of the town are not spacious, covered with white snow.

There are two restaurants open on both sides of the street, one of which is decorated with flourishes and bustling inside.

You can see a copper pot with a strange shape, with boiling red soup surging inside. Human beings boiled various ingredients into the red soup.

Even, not only seeing, Tamara could also smell the strong aroma of soup and the smell of various meats that were boiled.

"No wonder, Alistar would say it was a sweet dream." Tamara smacked her lips as she smelled the aroma of food in the consciousness of Alista and others.

After reading what Alista and the others saw in their dreams, the old shaman stopped casting spells.

Several young tauren woke up instantly.

"How, how? Tamara, did you see anything?" Seeing this, Chief Kane and several tauren elders immediately surrounded the shaman.

No way, in the entire group, only a very few people, including Tamara, are proficient in using spells.

Shaman Tamara is the only one who is proficient in spells related to consciousness and dreams.

"That human child named Dorn is showing them what the outside world looks like." The old shaman said this, and there was light dancing in the old pupils.

In fact, in the dream consciousness just seen, there are many scenes where the Tamara shaman who has stayed in the maze of the ruins all his life is completely indistinguishable.

But that doesn't detract from how desirable those scenes are.

Beautiful things are always sympathetic.

"The outside world is really nice, I really want to see it with my own eyes." The old shaman let out a long sigh of relief.

"Uh, Tamara, I don't think we should sigh at this time, but should tell you about your evaluation of Mr. Dorn's ability." Chief Kane shook the bull's head.

"Oh, yes, yes." Tamara rarely refuted or ridiculed her old partner, and recovered from her reverie: "That Mr. Dorn is very capable. According to my feeling just now, he has a good understanding of dreams. His control ability is far above mine."

Chief Kane and the tauren elders were speechless after listening to each other, all looking thoughtful.

Possess the spatial ability to access items at will, and the ability to control dreams that Tamara can't match... What kind of surprises will that Mr. Dorn bring to the Minotaurs?

Perhaps, he is really the chosen one who can lead the group and defeat the Cretan bull?

There was a long silence in the chief's room.

Then, Chief Kane suddenly realized that his group of old guys were talking about the foreign Mr. Dorn.

In the room, the five young people from ethnic groups who had just lost were left out in the cold.

This will definitely make them feel wronged and unbalanced.

So this young but delicate tauren chief spoke up, broke the silence, and took the initiative to care about Alista and the others:

"Little calves, after being attacked by those black air, do you feel unwell? If you feel something is wrong, tell me now, and I will treat you."

"There is nothing wrong with your body." Alista was the first to answer. "If I have to say it, under the influence of Mr. Dorn, my butt hurts when I wake up."

When Alistar was controlled by Dawn with [Dream], she sat on the ground with her buttocks up one after another.

It is inevitable that this strong body will hurt when it hits the ground suddenly.

Very reasonable.