The ogre's lair is just a few miles north of the abandoned blockhouse. If that group of horse thieves had not encountered the evil star Leo and had taken root in the abandoned blockhouse, they would have run into the ogres sooner or later. This is a cliff that slopes inward, with a shallow cave formed below and a small pool of water inside. More than a dozen ogres were lying in a mess on the stone platform under the cliff, lazily basking in the sun. On the hillside a mile away from the cliff, Leo, Fisa and Bjorn stood together, observing the enemy from a distance. Bjorn looked at Leo expressionlessly, his eyes seemed to say "You owe me an explanation." Leo was also speechless because of Fesa's intelligence, he only brought twenty militiamen this time, who were mainly responsible for digging traps and attracting firepower. There were a lot of gnolls, about seventy or eighty of them, and they were fully armed. But in front of the huge ogre, these little creatures are just kindergarten children and pose no threat at all. An adult ogre, nearly three meters tall and weighing more than one ton, holds a wooden stick as thick as an adult's. The ogre's skin is rough and thick, comparable to that of a rhino. It is a natural leather armor that can withstand most bow and crossbow shots.
Whenever an ogre charged into a crowd, it would be a massacre. If he knew there were more than ten ogres, he would not have come at all! "Are these the two ogres you were talking about?" Feisha counted on her fingers again and again, and finally answered happily: "Yes! Fifteen! Two!" All members of the ogre tribe in front of us have two heads. The two-headed ogre, of course, doesn't know any spells yet. In the Second Tripartite Alliance, Fraser sent the most troops, and it was obvious that they were the main force, so they were very happy and felt that their international status had improved. The tail is shaking leaving an afterimage. "Fuck..." If Leo hadn't been surrounded by a group of muscular bodyguards of Fesha, he would have almost been killed. "What should we do now?" "What else can we do? Just retreat." Bjorn said unhappily. The wild hunters have been wandering in the wilderness all year round and have encountered more powerful enemies than Leo has fought. They are very proficient in the art of survival and have no psychological discomfort with tactical retreat. To deal with such a tribe of ogres, we must, like last time, gather all the archers of the Savage Tribe and shoot them to death with arrows from a long distance, leaving them no chance to react. "I'll observe it for a while." Leo was helpless, but he was reluctant to go home. Bjorn left as soon as he said he would, without any hesitation, and disappeared into the wilderness with his men in a blink of an eye. Feisha didn't know what was going on. She looked at the hunter's back and asked blankly, "Why did he leave?" "Why don't you leave? Are you waiting to feed the ogre?" Leo replied unhappily, "You leave too. I won't fight anymore." As she walked away, Feisa looked back at Leo reluctantly, hoping that he would change his mind. If I can beat the boar men, why can’t I beat two ogres?
The quantity is obviously very small! At this time, as if the noise here had alarmed the ogres, more than a dozen two-headed ogres sat up and looked around, then rolled nimbly into the bushes nearby. Some ogres that were too big to be covered by the grass used the prepared bushes and grass to cover their bellies and heads. It’s no wonder that these ogres have very strong camouflage skills. If Leo hadn’t been staring at them, he would have hardly been able to tell that there were ogres here. Leo was amused by what he saw, and his courage grew. If a fifteen-year-old dares to tease a snow bear, what's wrong with teasing an ogre? He walked slowly to the cliff, measured the distance, and made sure he had a chance to run away, then he shouted, "Is there anyone there?" After shouting three times, a dull voice not far away answered: "No one." "Oh." Leo muttered to himself in disappointment, "I thought someone wanted to treat them to a meal!" Suddenly, several ogres sat up and lifted up the grass on their bodies. One ogre tried to explain: "There are people! There are people! Ogres! They are also considered people!" Leo disagreed: "Are ogres considered human? Don't ogres eat humans?" "Ogres, the name of humans, we, the Orgais!" An ogre stood up excitedly. Even if he was standing far away, his nearly three-meter height still required people to look up. He was simply a mountain of flesh. Freya is equally huge in size and heavier, but she doesn't have the ogre's one-meter-long legs. She often looks the same whether squatting or standing, and she looks cute and silly, so she is less intimidating. In fact, Freya’s speed is not slow at all, she runs faster than a wild boar! "Oh, so you are the Orgei. Do you eat humans?" The ogre immediately lowered his head and said, "Eat...eat and repair it." He was not ashamed, but disappointed and annoyed. Because of cannibalism, the human in front of them definitely would not be willing to treat them to a meal. "How about this, you wait for me for a while, I'll go get some food." Leo looked at the group of ogres and made a bold decision. He returned to the hillside and asked all the militiamen to take out their dry food and put it all on a donkey. Since the fast horses of the horse thieves were seized, the animal power in Hewan has increased greatly, and many militiamen have begun to learn to ride horses. Although they cannot fight on horseback like horse bandits, they can at least become mounted infantry, which greatly saves physical energy and increases marching speed. However, it is not convenient to ride horses in the wilderness. Instead, donkeys are better at off-road climbing. Therefore, the militia brought several mules and took turns riding them, which was also convenient for carrying spoils and wounded soldiers. Leo returned to the ogre's lair, leading the donkey loaded with food. He handed the reins to the leading ogre and said with a smile, "Eat, please!" "Thanks!" The ogre was overjoyed. He grabbed the donkey's head with his big hands and twisted it casually, and the poor donkey died. Several female ogres came forward and quickly picked up the donkey.
They had almost no iron tools, but relied on their huge arm strength to tear the donkey apart with their bare hands, tear it into pieces, throw it into the big pot, insert the four legs into wooden sticks, and roast it on the campfire. It’s quite civilized, at least it’s not eaten raw. The militia's dry food was also thrown into the pot and cooked. Poor donkey, it was alive and kicking one minute and in the pot the next. While cooking, Leo observed the ogre's lair and frowned, "Your living environment is not very good. Is it cold at night? Does it leak?" "It's cold! It's leaking!" "Then I'll arrange a place for you to stay. After dinner, follow me!" The ogres could not help but look at each other. They gave me food and shelter? Are the people in the North so hospitable? We had a feast of donkey meat - of course Leo wouldn't eat it, the intestines weren't even cleaned! Leo led the ogre tribe to the abandoned tower. After a few days, the horse thief's body disappeared. Only traces of the fire remained, with fresh bones scattered everywhere. In the middle of the gate, a rope tied to a mutilated human head, connected only by a spine; the rest had long since disappeared. Horrible! Bloody! The ogres watched all this with joy. I like this decoration style!