Old Sardin looked at Eiger with a keen eye: "Those wheat field puppets are very strong, and we ordinary people can't beat them at all. Reinforcements will not arrive for the time being. You are a mercenary, can you help us? I don't dare to give us too much hope. In fact, I have issued this mission to several waves of mercenaries passing by. Unfortunately, these people are either inadequate or they think that the old man is paid less and has not succeeded." Master Ai asked with a smile: "The reward is paid less?"

The latter sighed, "We are all farmers, so how can we have so many coins? So I will give this task and only one silver coin will be paid after completing it. We can't get it if there is too much."

Eiger understood that of course a silver coin is not useful. No wonder he is not willing to do it, but he is different.

"Tip: Old Sardin issued you the task of cleaning up the wheat field puppets. After completion, the reward will be one silver coin. Do you accept it?"

"For the welfare of everyone and to catch up with the sowing season, I'll take over the mission!" Egg accepted the mission with a smile and shouted some slogans. Sure enough, he moved the old man so much that he pulled him home and asked...

"Old woman, I stew all the inventory at home to entertain us Mr. Eiger, the warrior, who promised to help us clean up the broken wheat field puppets."

"Okay! Take this to Mr. Egg first, and I'll stew it in the pot!"

Mrs. Sardin was obviously the kind of woman who was well-mannered. Her age made her lose her youthful glory, but she had a kind of motherly kindness. I heard that Eiger was here to help, and without saying a word, she opened a covered plate on the dining table, revealing a pie.

Old Sardin hurriedly found a cup of hot water and asked him to eat first: "Mr. Egg, come and try my wife's craftsmanship, the best pie of this generation, you must try it!"

Originally, life was difficult, and Eiger really didn't want to touch this pie, and he felt a little guilty about grabbing food. However, the old man greeted him with great affection and couldn't help but pick it up and taste it... Huh? The taste was pretty good, there was obviously meat filling in it, and it was seasoned with chili, which tasted really good.

"Hmm! Very delicious! What's this pie?" he praised, killing it in a few seconds.

"Just like it! This is called pork liver pie. The filling inside is her specially prepared wild boar liver. Unfortunately, there is only one left! When the old woman stewed the pot of meat, you will know what is the best stew in the west!"

"Okay, then I'll look forward to it!"

The old man brought out a jar of wine from the cabinet, patted the cover of the cloth for the mouth, picked up two small bowls, and poured a bowl of it for one: "Come on, while you are waiting for the meat stewing, drink a bowl of wine to moisten your throat first. This is ale made from fresh wheat, it smells fragrant!"

When people were entertained with kindness, Egg accepted it with a smile. He was also good wine and had good wine on him. Beijun really aged wine, but it was not suitable to drink it when he was taken out, which would be very unworthy. In his heart, he was a man who prefers good wine made from cereal wheat, which was more exciting. The wine has a petty bourgeois flavor. Occasionally, he tasted good with beauties, but it was not suitable to drink with this old man.

Soon! The stew came on, but there was only a small basin, and it was not enough, and there were not many pieces of meat inside. But the taste was really good and very fragrant.

The old man was unhappy: "Old woman, Mr. Aeger is a distinguished guest and a master, why is that just a little bit?"

"There is no choice. This is the last bit of material at home! If you ask me to make it, I can't make it. We can't deal with these wild boars and wild dogs, so I can't do it!"

Iger thought the stew was really good, so he became concerned: "Wild boar? Wild dog? So, the ingredients used in this pot of stew are still wild game?"

"Yes! Not only are there wild boar meat, wild boar heart, but also mountain dog meat, plus vulture meat strips. Finally, add okra and stew the aroma of these wild game. This is my secret Western wilderness signature stew. How about it? It's delicious?"

Speaking of this stew, Mrs. Sardin was also full of surprises.

"Is there a recipe?" Aige, who held a piece of mountain dog meat, asked vaguely.

"Yes! Do you want to learn?"

"Of course!" Eiger did not forget that he was also an intermediate cook.

"Okay! You can help me hunt a wild boar, a mountain dog, a vulture, and although there are some dry okra at home, it is best if you can collect more near the wheat field puppet you want to clean up. Collect all these materials and I will teach you how to make it on the spot. In addition, you can also teach you how to make pork liver pie."

"You see, let's do it right now!"

Tip: Mrs. Sardin releases you the exclusive quest for the cooker "Western Wilderness Signature Stew", which requires collecting at least one wild boar, a mountain dog, a vulture and some okra. After completing the quest, you will get the recipe for the "Western Wilderness Stew".

Tip: Mrs. Sardin released you the exclusive quest for cookers, "Pig Liver Pie", which requires collecting at least one wild boar. After completing the task, you will get the recipe for "Pig Liver Pie".

Iger is really happy now!

...

The barrenness of the western wilderness, Eiger felt deeply along the way. The sunshine here is too long and the sun is too poisonous. If there is insufficient water source, it is difficult for the crops in the field to grow. Now he knows why Old Sardin is eager to help him regain this farmland? The main reason should be this small pond?

In this farmland, he rarely saw some dense weeds, which are rare in other places. Even weeds with strong vitality cannot live in waterless land like cactus. However, in this farmland, there is a rare small pond with water storage... This is undoubtedly the best fertile land in the western wilderness. Of course, it must be cherished. No wonder there are more than a dozen wheat field puppets patrolling everywhere here.

It turns out that Old Sardin was hoping that these wheat field puppets would help him save this treasure land. At first they did it. Within the patrol range of wheat field puppets, wild beasts dared not approach, and the farmers' lives were sufficiently guaranteed. However, Diafis' arrival changed. They used various means to limit these puppet machines and removed all the batteries. It didn't matter. At worst, it was just some used garbage. But Diafi didn't know what he was doing recently, so he reinstalled the rechargeable batteries for these wheat field puppets, modified the enemy-to-me recognition program, and restarted the robots.

Now, the enemies of these wheat field puppets are all living people...

Aige took a while to observe. There were 15 units that could be moved, and 5 were still hanging around. It was probably because of the frequent wind and sun exposure that Diafi could not start them and was scrapped!

This is also good, so you can save some trouble. In the system evaluation of these wheat field puppets, they are about 15-18 levels. The reason for this floating is also related to the current state of the machine operation, but the fluctuations are not large. It has to be said that the dwarf project is much more stable than the goblin project. After so long shelving, there is still a stable working rate of about 75%, which is really rare!

If it were a goblin engineer to do it, they might be able to make more than 20 powerful puppets, but Iger had reason to believe that at least half of the 20 units would not work properly when they were delivered, and some might explode on the spot...

After weighing it, he felt that it was enough to bring two small minions. These wheat field puppets were mainly used to guard and drive away. They had no sense of teamwork. As long as they did not enter their patrol range, they did not have to worry about being besieged. In other words, they could be defeated one by one.

At this time, he had already obtained 4 points of endurance and 4 points of mental bonus from his full eating state, which lasted for 6 hours, which was enough. Although there were still many potions in the space that could continuously increase intelligence and mental energy, the current situation seemed to be wasteful, so he did not use it.

The two elves have already been in place, not relying on them to output, but are still used to block the road. Today's main force is Master Ai! After carefully observing the movement rules of a level 15 wheat field puppet, he made some predictions, stood at the farthest point of his attack range, and came to wait for the rabbit. As a robot, the movement rules of these puppets are easily caught, and it is more convenient to deal with them.

"Fireball!"

"Fireball!"

"Fireball!"

Iger is setting fireballs brainlessly. This is helpless, but it is the best choice! The ice reduction effect of the ice arrow is not effective for these puppets. They are not afraid of cold at all. At most, they are covered with frost. For robots, the reduction effect is very weak and not cost-effective!

Arcane missiles are also good, but their power is relatively low. Fireball is not the case. As the flame system with the most outstanding attack power, the lethality is already amazing. Especially for this kind of chassis, it is wood. At least the key parts are covered with rough metal, a fireball is often smashed over. Not only does it cause damage, it can also ignite some wood parts and cause continuous damage... When he was level 20, he activated a new batch of talents, which had authentic ignition talents. It was amazing to be obedient, that was a powerful talent that could forcibly ignite the enemy.

When the first fireball roared and hit the puppet that was patrolling strangely, the wheat field puppet began to move. After all, it was a simplified version of the puppet, which was not as intelligent as a precision and powerful war machine. Their intelligence level was even lower. If the logger was a quad-core 8G central processor, the wheat field puppet was equivalent to Pentium 300, which was N generations different, and it was impossible to compare.
Chapter completed!