Camus, the seven-ringed troll, left quietly. In the end, he neither bid farewell to Boom and the others, nor asked Rikka to fight again. After Boom heard those words, he smiled bitterly and shook his head. He was not interested in participating.
The disputes between the trolls will not interfere with the poverty of the ogres.
"Let's go out for a walk. It's rare to have a few free days. It's not good to stay in the room all the time."
"Christine, I'll leave this little girl in your care. Today is the last day of confinement. A person must have a beginning and an end, and never break any promises."
After Boom said that, he walked out of the wooden house first. Alejandro quietly put a pack of braised beef on the table. This was the best thing he could get his hands on. He just hoped to make Rikka happy.
"Huh, family members don't want to be human. Rikka is not human at all! Well, it's the last day, right? Brother is so stubborn!"
Rikka casually unwrapped the paper bag, and then grunted and cut the braised beef into thin slices. Christine walked beside her and reached out to touch the bunch of stupid hair on Rikka's head.
Chatting all the way, Boom is now considered a well-known figure in the ogre tribe because he has contributed countless dried meats. Although the wooden houses are very strong, if you look around, you can see that the food in the countless iron pots is still the same
I can't bear to look at it. Green wild vegetables and bones without any scraps of meat, although they taste pretty good, can't satisfy the daily needs of the ogres.
"It's better to store those precious dried meats first and ration them every month. It's better than eating them today and facing food shortages tomorrow."
Boom's somewhat puzzled eyes fell on Alejandro, and then the latter sighed heavily and explained the current situation of the ogre. Boom frowned, but these were already his own
Limit, if we take out more supplies, how will our group face the future journey.
"Brother Boom, do you think Lord Camus will really send a letter to Halberds? If that's the case, the ogres' hard days will be over."
"That's the instruction of the 'Three Seven-ringed Trolls'. I don't know if Lord Camus can take this matter to heart, but don't fool me."
Alejandro was sitting outside the grass in the north corner of the tribe, talking worriedly as he lit a bonfire and then warmed Boom's ale.
He is really confused now. The wild boar that Rikka hunted a few days ago was indeed a good harvest, but it was also the last survival of the ogre tundra. Once the meat is exhausted and the ogre wants to eat meat again, then
We can only wait until next year when those wild boar cubs grow up.
"Although I admire Camus very much, I am not really a friend with him, let alone a mutual understanding. Therefore, I am skeptical about whether he will really send a letter to Weapons City."
"The ogre tribe is a vassal of the troll tribe. This situation has continued from the ancient times of ferocious beasts to this day. Has no one raised any doubts over this long period of time? As human beings, all creatures and spirits exist.
Value, not an accessory of who you are born with."
"Alejandro, you are a great mage, and according to Christine, there is an extremely powerful staff hidden in that wooden stick. Therefore, I now have enough reasons to despise you, because you are so
This kind of character can be called 'simple and honest', or it can also be called 'pedantic'. Because of your blind obedience, the ogre tribe has become sparsely populated, and even now it cannot even be self-sufficient in meat."
Boom was eating dried meat and sipping ale. He was a man of few words, but every word he blurted out pierced Alessandro's heart like a sharp knife.
During his temporary stay in the ogre tundra, Boom saw those ogre children who had a burning gaze on meat, witnessed the husband complaining about his wife's lackluster soup, and heard that kind of thing more than once.
The sound of hunger.
Therefore, Boom does not understand it. He does not understand that the ogre magician should have looked down upon the Sun-Chasing Hills, at least not living in the miserable state he is in now. But Alejandro actually stooped to such an extent. His status as a great magician
, seems to have become the most useless decoration, and cannot be exchanged for even a piece of dried meat.
"Brother Boom, the old patriarch also said these words, but he still chose to give in. Do you know why?"
"The ogre magicians are very powerful, and based on the ratio of newborns, the ogres are far more powerful than the trolls, and are not even inferior to those elves."
"But the development of a tribe does not only require the former to be in charge. Except for beings like me, very few ogres can understand the common language. This situation is called 'illiteracy' in humans."<
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"Moreover, most of the tribesmen are naturally simple, or they are 'stupid'. Therefore, even if the ogres come out of the tundra and win a piece of the world, how will they maintain it in the future?"
"There are no businessmen with witty words, no systematic system of laws, and even no craftsmen who can build the city wall. Not to mention that the old gods will help, I don't believe in that kind of thing."
After hearing this, Alejandro drank down the glass of ale in one gulp, and then bit into the dried meat viciously. Why didn't he want the ogre tribe to break away from the shackles of Weapon City, and why didn't he want the tribe to become human?
Ding Xingwang. But all of this is blocked by many obstacles. If you force yourself to break free, the final outcome will probably be more than worth the loss.
"Oh? Does that mean that one ogre should live on like this, and then be completely wiped out one day, and everyone will die together following the will of the old god?"
"The problem is very simple, that is, you are too honest, and you really lack the blessing of knowledge."
"These are useless things that I have read before. If you don't mind them, then just buy them. Although they are not ancient classics, they are of great benefit to children."
As Boom said this, he gently placed his right hand on the storage bag. As the fluorescent light flashed, dozens of thin or thick books appeared out of thin air, and most of them still retained Boom's personal experiences. From lingua franca to aristocratic etiquette, from architecture to romance novels, from basic magic theories to legends of the ancient magic era. Although Alejandro only glanced at it briefly, he threw away his wine glass and threw himself on the mountain of books. p>
"This...are you going to give these to me? Don't joke about this kind of thing!" Alejandro's voice was trembling, and he actually exuded a trace of the magic power of the Great Magister.
"Even if it's really a joke, I'm sure you won't return it. Putting them all away is just a little bit of my kindness, not to mention that these books are no longer useful to me."
"By the way, I have one more thing to say. As for whether you listen or not, it has nothing to do with me. The ogre magician is really powerful. He sent a few relatively flexible minds to the ancient continent. I believe that the decision will be made in a few years.
You can gain something."
"If you don't step into the ocean, how can you know that the "warm current" is also cold, and how can you find hope and a way out for the tribe. Change is a good thing, and I will say this."
Boom was still leaning under the giant tree, still drinking ale, and still as calm as a hundred-year-old man. Alejandro had already wrapped the books in his robe, and then hurriedly left.
Boom's last words shocked him. Perhaps it was time to consider the future of the tribe, at least not to rely so much on the trolls' charity.