Shortly after Richard left with his troops, four ogre chiefs and some of their men rushed to Grugesh's station from different directions.
If Richard had left just a little longer, he might have been dumped by a group of violent ogres.
Fortunately, Richard once again passed the Royal Griffin's reconnaissance, successfully avoided the returning ogre tribe, and led his army to jump out of the tens of thousands of ogres!
When the four ogre chiefs rushed to Grugesh's camp, they looked at the messy camp and felt a thump in their hearts.
However, he still held on to a glimmer of hope and ordered his men to start searching for the whereabouts of Grugesh.
"Report! Lord Harang's body was found in the center of the camp."
Richard led his army in a hurry and did not have time to clean up the battlefield. He only concentrated his own people for cremation and ignored the ogres.
So the ogres who have arrived at the camp now can even basically review the night's battle through the traces in front of the tent.
"Harang, this waste! Keep looking! We must find Master Grugesh!"
The ogre chiefs did not feel sad about Harang's death. In their eyes, only the two-headed ogre Grugesh was the most important leader.
If something happens to Grugesh, Harang, the guy responsible for guarding him, deserves to die.
While several ogre chiefs were anxious, the ogre responsible for the search finally made a discovery.
"Sir, we seem to have found Master Grugesh."
In the open space southwest of the camp, more than a dozen high-level ogres, including four chiefs, surrounded the city in a semicircle. The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat solemn.
Although I don’t want to believe that the legendary messenger of the ogre died so easily, the headless corpse that completely matches the physical characteristics of Grugesh cannot lie.
Richard was not honest in what he did. He took off the head and ran away. As a result, Grugesh's body was left in the wild in the middle of the night and already showed signs of being eaten by wild wolves.
"Let's bury Master Grugesh first."
After a circle of ogres remained silent for a long time, someone finally remembered to clean up Grugesh's body first.
In order to prevent Grugesh from being dug out by any wild beasts again, the soil was dug very deep and the sealing was very strict.
Originally, ogres did not have this habit of burying themselves, but it was something that Grugash gradually advocated in the past few years.
Several ogre chiefs are all direct subordinates of Grugesh, so they have naturally been affected to some extent and have already taken half a step from barbarism to civilization.
"Although Master Grugesh has returned to the embrace of the ancestral gods, we must inherit your wishes.
To fulfill your ambition, you must have a new leader, and I think among the four of us, I am the most suitable."
"Why!"
"I am the strongest!"
"You say you are the strongest, you are the strongest!"
“…”
After handling the funeral affairs for Grugesh, the four ogre chiefs sat together and began to discuss the future arrangements.
The core issue is naturally the distribution of power in the future. Obviously, the ogres do not have the spirit of humility. Even if they were accepted by Grugash's cronies before, they are still arguing now.
Although Grugesh is dead, after tasting the taste of power, no one wants to go back to the original state.
During this period, relying on Grugesh's prestige and strong strength, they each annexed many ogre tribes.
It can be said that together, they are the most powerful force in the wilderness, and no tribe dares to resist.
If they are divided into four tribes, even if they are still strong, they will no longer have the overwhelming advantage.
The four ogre chiefs have been with Grugash for so long, and naturally they understand some of the advantages of cooperation and teaming up. This is why they just want to fight for dominance after Grugesh's death, instead of directly pulling the lever and disbanding.
"Okay, okay!"
"In the future, the four of us will discuss the affairs of the tribe. Whoever avenges Master Grugesh will be the leader!"
"good!"
"Then it's all up to you."
Finally, an ogre chief proposed a plan that everyone could accept, which temporarily stopped the dispute.
In principle, everyone is still a united body and is unanimous in dealing with the outside world. As for how long it can last, of course it is hard to say.
"Is there no news yet about the chasing team?"
"I didn't catch them, but they should be the human army from the previous castle."
Hearing this, several ogres fell into silence again,
That castle naturally refers to the Demon Suppression Castle, which was also the former Hel Castle.
Although under the command of Grugesh and the combined efforts of the orcs' foreign aid, the ogre army captured Helburg and completely destroyed the defenders.
But as full participants in that battle, several ogre chiefs knew how difficult that castle was to defeat.
Originally, under the leadership of Grugesh, the tribes could still attack with all their strength,
Now that Grugesh is gone, their tribe is equivalent to their own private power.
It's okay to let them unite and annex other ogre tribes, or it's okay to chase Richard in the wilderness.
But if they are to fight against the Demonic Castle again, not to mention whether they can defeat it, that kind of loss is something they are not willing to bear now.
"Send someone to continue chasing."
"Notify the nearby tribes to intercept the human army immediately if they find it."
After making some inconsequential arrangements, several ogre chiefs tacitly agreed not to mention attacking the Demon Suppression Castle again.
Compared with attacking the Demon Suppression Castle, it is more important to strengthen the tribe.
Well, this is to accumulate strength. Sooner or later the Demon Suppression Castle can be defeated, there is no need to fight to the death now.
As for whether to fight in the future, let's wait until we have accumulated enough strength.
At this time, Richard had led his army and traveled hundreds of kilometers.
The ogre's pursuers cannot catch up no matter what.
At this time, Richard had slowed down his marching speed slightly, and he was walking side by side with Gandolf.
Although Gandolf cannot enjoy the bonus of Richard's two treasures, the Red Flame Horse is worthy of being a BMW produced by the system.
Carrying Gandolf, a burden with poor riding skills, he just kept up with the rhythm of the army.
No wonder everyone envies Lu Bu's horse, it's really different when you ride it.
"Sir Gandolf, have you found any way to study this magic crystal?"
Not long after he started running away, Richard threw a small piece of mana crystal he deliberately left behind to Gandalf for study.
Gandolf completely ignored the bumps on his horse and kept concentrating on this small piece of crystal. He didn't even eat the lunch meal.
"Wait a minute, I can feel the magic contained in it, and I'm still trying to figure out how to channel it out."
"It should be like this. Then extract the magic power. It seemed that the route was wrong just now. It should be fine this time."
"Fireball!"
"boom!"
As Gandolf rambled on for a while, a fireball the size of a fist appeared in his hand.
Then he couldn't control it, and with a "swish", he flew into the air close to Richard's cheek, and then exploded in the air, forming a brilliant fireworks.
Of course, Richard was not in the mood to enjoy the fireworks.
"Fuck! I was almost disfigured!"
Richard thought,
He could completely feel the warmth of the fireball that just passed by him. If he really wanted to catch it face to face, now he really had to consider killing the old man first and then find an iron mask.
Gandolf on the side didn't seem to realize how big of a mistake he had just made. He had just recovered from his surprise.
"I, I finally succeeded in casting the spell, I succeeded!"
Gandolf, with his gray beard, was as excited as a child.
After being annoyed at the beginning, Richard began to seriously evaluate the power of the fireball technique just now.
Although this is the first time for this old man to release the fireball technique, the power is already comparable to the knight's blow infused with fighting spirit. It should not be underestimated.
And fireball is generally an entry-level spell.
If this old man develops some other spells, the value...
Thinking of this, Richard's expression when he looked at Gandolf became a little subtle...
