"Ogre, a powerful ogre, he is as tall as the tree over there, his arms are thicker than your thighs, his voice is like thunder, he said his name is Roar..." Goss tried to describe the ogre's sturdiness. "Ogre, or Ogre Shaman?" Gavin seemed to be afraid that Goss didn't understand what he wanted to ask, so he added, "Is his fighting style close combat? Or casting spells?" "Close combat." Goss said with great certainty, "He uses a huge and thick wooden stick that is thicker than my waist. I have never seen him cast spells." "When does he usually come?" "Once every ten days, usually in the last two or three days, not fixed, sometimes early, sometimes late." "Okay, I understand, I appreciate your kindness, and I will take care of it next. You go back and take care of your people and let them mine as much as possible. It won't be long before my friend will bring more food and new tools. I guarantee that the price of the ore produced by our Black Well will be three times what you sold last time." Gavin waved his hand, intending to end the conversation with Goss and continue to prepare dinner. "That's it?" Goss's face was full of disbelief. That was an ogre, an extremely powerful monster that could eat half a kobold in one bite. "That's it." Gavin smiled and nodded. "I'll deal with the other things after I finish, and then the self-proclaimed guardian will talk." Gavin's reaction was completely unexpected. Gos scratched the fine scales on his head and didn't know how to continue the conversation. "By the way, what's the matter with the two new dog-headed people who just came?" Gavin suddenly remembered the two dog-headed people before.
"They are warriors from a nearby tribe. They found that the food here is better, so they decided to join our tribe." Gos replied weakly. If it were any other time, Gos would have jumped for joy, because for a dog-headed tribe, attracting people from other tribes to come and join them is a symbol of its own strength. But now, Gos is not happy at all, because this is not his own credit, but the human in front of him. Once this human decides to leave, the extraordinary food will no longer exist, and these newly joined dog-headed people will rebel at the first time, and even incite the dog-headed people of the original tribe. "I see." Gavin touched his chin, his eyes almost narrowed into a line. If Anna were here, she would definitely exclaim in a low voice, Mr. Gavin is thinking of a bad idea again, and someone is going to be unlucky again. This integration of the dog-headed tribe is very beneficial to his future plans. The plan that Gavin told Bed was just the first step of his grand plan. How could he only focus on a mine and a small dog-headed tribe? This is just his first foothold. As long as he has a firm foothold here, expansion is inevitable. That's right. Gavin is going to conquer the rocky land with these dog-headed people like cannon fodder. From the moment he woke up again, Gavin has been planning. The previous life has proved that no matter how powerful an individual is, he is limited. He must have his own power to better leverage. But if he wants to establish his own power among humans, even with the help of the memory of the previous life, it will be difficult to open up the situation without three to five years. First, humans are quite xenophobic. This characteristic is not only for humans, but also for most other intelligent races. For long-lived races like elves and dwarves, this is particularly serious. There is a famous saying of the elves: it takes a hundred years to get to know a person, and another hundred years to trust a person. Second, most forces have rulers. If he suddenly goes over to seize the ruling power, he will definitely fight among himself first, which will seriously waste his energy. After thinking about it, Gavin decided to break the routine and focus on the monster race. Although the monster race also has the above-mentioned defects, it is not so serious. The most important thing is that some means limited by morality will not cause any trouble to them.
The easiest monster races are naturally goblins and dog-headed people. There is a reason why Gavin chose dog-headed people instead of goblins. The main reason is that the distribution range of goblins is much wider than that of dog-headed people, and there are more of them, which causes them to have more conflicts with human races and a worse reputation. Many people have blood feuds with goblins. Walking with Vic, this feeling became even deeper. Many businessmen with broad knowledge were full of discrimination against Vic's goblin identity, not to mention ordinary people. Goss originally wanted to scare Gavin and others away by using the name of the ogre. In Goss's eyes, Gavin was more threatening to them, especially to him. Because he could see through the needs of the ogre bandits at a glance. As long as his greedy desires were satisfied, he would not pose any threat to the Black Well Tribe and his ruling position. Gavin was different. So far, all his words and deeds were beyond his cognition. The other party's reaction this time was also beyond Goss's expectations. It seemed that he didn't care about the ogre bandits he mentioned at all. He went out hunting when he should go hunting and cooked when he should cook. It can't be said that there was no change at all. At least the female human went out less frequently, and even if she went out, she usually didn't go far. In the end, what shocked Goss was that the male human, in his spare time, actually let the goblin warlock cast a spell to transform him into a dog-headed man. This discovery made the scales on Goss's back stand up. Why didn't he think of this? Has the other party transformed into a dog-headed man before, sneaked into the black well, and explored his secrets? Or did the other party know that the ogre robber was coming to collect taxes? Fortunately, I told him about this matter in advance today in order to scare him away. If he found out, I don’t know how he would deal with me. After the man turned into a dog-headed man, he was not idle. He played with various weapons in the open space by the river. You can’t say that all kinds of movements were unexpectedly coherent and beautiful. The peeping Goss was a little stunned, not to mention those little dog-headed men, who barked and cheered beside him. … "Hiccup..." roared and burped for a long time. He was in a good mood today. Both the goblins and the dog-headed men were very obedient. Not only did they prepare rich tributes for him, filling his bag, but they also prepared a lot of food for him, so that his stomach, which had been hungry for two days, had a good meal and didn't let him run so far in vain. Where is the next one? Let me think about it. Is it a goblin tribe? Or a kobold tribe? I remember now, it was a kobold tribe, a very poor one, and they didn't pay the full tribute last time. If I can't pay double this time, I must teach them a lesson. Should I take one of their cubs for a treat? Or should I kill the leader of that tribe and replace him with a more capable one? "Hmm... smells good... this is the smell of a bison... who hunted a big one? It can't be the kobold tribe I'm going to... is it? Could it be that they knew I was coming today... and prepared tribute for me in advance? Hiccup... Although I have eaten a lot, if it's a bison... I can still eat half a leg... The rest I can take back will be enough for me to eat for three to five days..." Roar dragged his giant wooden stick in one hand and carried a big bag in the other, with his belly bulging, and staggered around the col. The scene in front of him immediately made him furious, "You are so bold... You dare to eat my... my cow..."