Looking at the bodies of two large crocodiles floating in the shallow water of the swamp, Leo stroked his chin, thinking. “It is indeed a problem.” The existence of swamp crocodiles increases the mining risk for the ogres, which is equivalent to increasing their own procurement costs. These crocodiles don't just stay in the mud, their footprints are everywhere in the basin. In this pool of shallow water alone, there are no less than ten crocodiles hiding, and there are several such pools of shallow water in the entire swamp. A crocodile of this size is beyond the ability of the gnolls to deal with. Coupled with the terrain advantage, the gnolls can only be eaten. Leo grabbed the two crocodile corpses by their tails, dragged them ashore, and said, "Let's go and give them to the ogre!" The giant swamp crocodiles were over four meters long and weighed at least one thousand kilograms each. Leo dragged one in each hand and didn't even feel how heavy it was. "Why!" Feisa didn't want to help. She still had a strong prejudice against ogres. Leo taught: "What do you know! Neighbors should help each other!"
Although Feisa was not happy about it, she still ordered a few dogs to take over the carcass of one of the crocodiles, dragging or carrying it all the way to the abandoned blockhouse. The leader of the ogres is called Kroger. Since he listened to Leo's advice and hid in an abandoned tower to recuperate, he has lost a lot of weight. The same goes for the tribesmen, who often scream in the middle of the night and see flames from their eyes due to hunger. The foothills of the Grand Barrier are rich in resources, but ogres are not good at hunting, and often fifteen ogres and thirty heads have to share a deer. This is still good. Sometimes people can only eat some mushrooms, which can change their skin color from red to sky blue, but they still can’t fill their stomachs. Just when the ogre leader was doubting his decision and was about to go to the river bend to steal two people, or go to the Gnoll Valley to catch a few dogs to solve the food crisis, Leo appeared. Seeing the food in Leo's hand, the ogre leader felt happy and ashamed at the same time. I was happy that I finally had meat to eat, but I felt ashamed that my friend cared about me so much, but I was always thinking about eating him. Unfortunately, his two large ogre faces were unable to accurately express shame, and Leo could only see the desire for meat in his eyes. Fisa was smart after all. She saw through Leo's intention and became excited. She jumped onto the huge corpse of the crocodile and shouted, "Orgei, neighbors! I'll give you a big crocodile!" "Over there on the mountain! There's a whole bunch of them. We can't eat them all! We can't eat them all!" The ogres were all excited by what they heard and couldn't wait to go hunting. A big crocodile weighs at least a thousand pounds, which is enough to feed the ogre tribe. If they catch one a day, the whole tribe can gain weight! Leo smiled and said nothing, keeping his achievements and fame to himself. Once the swamp crocodiles are put into the ogres' diet, their fate is sealed! Kroger thanked Leo with one head and thanked Fraser with the other head, "You are so nice, you are all good neighbors!" "Kobolds, I have gifts for you too!" “Follow me!” As he spoke, the ogre leader led Leo and Fesa into the abandoned tower.
After such a long period of time, the abandoned blockhouse has not changed much, except that a lot of roofs have been built on the open space inside the wall, which can barely provide shelter from wind and rain. Friar Lawrence's skull and spine still hung on the gate. Apparently the ogre enjoyed the decoration, and collected a number of thigh bones from humans and beasts to hang up to keep him company. A breeze blew, and the thigh bones collided with each other, making a crisp sound, like a wind chime. Leo grabbed Brother Lawrence's spine and shook it gently, and several thigh bones immediately knocked against his skull, making a loud noise. It turned out not to be a wind chime, but a doorbell. Leo also didn't expect that Friar Lawrence could integrate into the lives of later generations in this way. The kobolds were also very interested in the doorbell, but unfortunately they were too short to reach it. Leo was very considerate and picked up the two dog-headed men by their neck skins, letting them grab the spinal remains and shake them to satisfy the dogs' curiosity. As Leo entered the open space of the blockhouse, he heard a terrifying low howl coming from the corridor. The ogre leader Kroger calmly crouched down and crawled into the tunnel, then violently pulled out a werewolf! "Escaped Kobold! Leave it to you!" This burly werewolf, nearly two meters tall, was tied up with thick iron chains. He was covered in wounds and had a ferocious look in his eyes. An iron chain consisting of large iron rings thicker than a thumb was tied to its limbs and neck, restricting its movement. The werewolf obviously refused to show up and kept struggling while being led out, its sharp claws grabbing the stone walls of the corridor and plowing deep grooves. Unfortunately, it was controlled by an extremely powerful ogre, so it was useless even if it broke its neck. Kroger handed the chain to Fraser. Leo couldn't help but cover his face, "This is not a kobold!" When Feisha saw the werewolf for the first time, she was stunned. She looked at herself, then at the werewolf, then at herself again, then at the werewolf, and kept looking at him. Hearing Leo's words, she angrily retorted loudly, "This is a kobold!" "Same head, same body!" Feisha pointed at the werewolf, then at herself, "Black! White!" “Exactly the same!” Well, Leo had to admit that this Siberian werewolf and Fraser the Husky were indeed 80% similar. "Is this a kobold?" Leo couldn't argue with Fisa, so he turned to ask Kroger. The ogre leader Kroger scratched his head, looking back and forth between the werewolf and Fisa, feeling very embarrassed. He just muttered, "Leo said that kobolds can't be eaten, so we didn't eat them. They're so big, we couldn't bear to throw them away." Leo questioned the werewolf again, "Are you a kobold?" The werewolf bared its fangs at Leo, its eyes gleaming with ferocity, its body slightly hunched, as if it was about to pounce and kill him. At this time, Kroger said again: "It's better if it's not a dog-headed man! Cook it and eat it immediately!"
The werewolf retracted his bared gums, licked his tongue, and fell silent. Leo was happy. Here was another person who could understand what people said. If you can understand what people say, then it will be easy. Feisa was still trying to protect her identity as a "fellow tribe member". She held the big chain tightly and wanted to take the werewolf away. "This is a Kobold! An Orgei, a good friend! A neighbor! Give it to my people!" Leo was too tired to complain, "Who said last time that ogres weren't human?" A ferocious werewolf was dragged away by Fesa so obediently. On the way back, Leo always felt it was particularly strange to see a group of kobolds surrounding Fesha and leading a tall werewolf, walking happily in the mountains and forests. Are the werewolves in this world aliens or humans transformed? If you are bitten by a werewolf, will you also become a werewolf? What will happen if the kobold is bitten by a werewolf? This seems to be a completely new area that has never been explored... Leo couldn't help but warn the werewolf: "I will assume that you can't speak, but don't pretend that you don't understand. If Feisha really wants to treat you as a member of her tribe, then you can just be hers and recover from your injuries. You can stay if you want to, or run away if you want to, but don't cause any trouble."
