I have a shelter

George's vision passed through the dancing ogres and several 'red robe mercenaries' who were wrestling with ogres by the campfire, and looked further away.

Compared with the lively scene here, the humans imprisoned in the rough large fence shed in the fog were much quieter. Most of them seemed to have eaten their fill, lying or sitting lazily on the hay with the sheep, deer, cows, and horses to keep warm. They were carefully kept in captivity by the ogres like animals.

These people all belonged to a small town in the southwest. George remembered that the population of that town was more than 3,000. He didn't know how many the ogres had captured, but now only a few hundred could be seen. In order to let these people live longer so that they could eat fresh meat. The ogres separated some of the food brought back from the town and fed them regularly.

In order to make them fatter, the ogre chief also picked out the human cooks! Specially cook for humans!

To be honest, if it weren't for the cold in the wild, many people would live better here than in the town.

Some people who came out of the slums were a little fat.

According to the chief, these people have been captured by the tribe for more than a month, just after they defeated the Blood Knights, and they did a big job. After that, there were very few ogres coming down the mountain, so the ogres should not have come down the mountain for a while.

In addition, George also observed one thing-there are many frozen large pieces of meat in the tribe. Because the weather is gradually thawing, a small part of it is rotten. But a lot of meat is very fresh.

According to the time, the rotten meat may be brought back by the ogres last time. Some of the large steaks are particularly large, probably not from humans, but from the ogres themselves.

As for the fresh frozen meat, some are from humans and some are from animals. But it seems that they were all processed recently.

These captives and livestock were taken care of so well that they should not have been frozen or starved to death, and the ogres in the tribe did not need to kill some and eat the stale ones-this is not in line with their habits.

The only explanation is that they were killed by "outsiders", just like bandits often harassing the ogre's livestock house.

These bandits cannot be humans, they can only be ogres.

However, according to the blood knights who escaped back later, this two-headed ogre chieftain controls all the ogres, and the chieftain also said that this is the case - because what he asked for was calculated based on the number of more than 300 ogres.

Of course, maybe there were really more than 300 ogres in this tribe some time ago, but now there should be some changes.

This change is consistent with something Anthony said - when the ogre tribe lacks food, the chieftain will drive many ogres out of the tribe. The ogres driven out of the tribe often form small tribes, and they will either steal food around the large tribe, or go far away because they can't survive.

Of course, sometimes when there is enough food, ogres may not all live together. Some families will form a small tribe, nestling on the edge of the large tribe.

Therefore, it is still unclear how many ogres this chief controls, but George thinks he will know soon.

'How many of you can survive in three to seven days depends on your luck. We can't save you today anyway.'

Indeed, he brought more than 20 people today, and judging from the scene, this guy has already become one with these ogres.

In order to entertain these friends, the ogres specially called the human cook to roast some mutton and bread, which was considered to take care of the eating habits of this group of "mercenaries" and did not give them human meat-and the mutton was fresh.

And the ogres ate "themselves"-those big steaks were going bad, and if they didn't eat them, they would all be thrown away.

For these ogres, humans, ogres, pigs, cattle, sheep and horses are all the same.

Seemingly feeling that the time was almost right, George coughed loudly (in case the ogres couldn't hear him), lifted the lid of the big wine barrel on the table, raised it, and respectfully handed it to the giant sitting next to him. Looking at this huge meat mountain that was two turns taller than Alexander, he said, "Honorable Chief Aggron, what do you think of my proposal just now?"

Chief Aggron, the two-headed ogre, reached out to take the 'cup' of wine, and both heads turned around. The talkative one said naively, "Are you really not lying to 'clever Aggron'?"

George stared and stretched out his hand to the sky, "I swear to the Seven Gods! Every word I said is true!"

This time, he was too lazy to even cross his index and middle fingers

"Then 'Aggron who can read' must be counted." Aggron. The Burner said and counted on his fingers (the two heads of the two-headed ogres usually use the same name. After all, naming is too annoying for them, so many two-headed ogres even use the names of their ancestors, and the surnames are different according to the tribe and heritage).

This action reminded George of what Anthony had said: 'We have a two-headed ogre scholar in our academy, so don't underestimate them in terms of intelligence. Although knowledge lies in learning, they are smarter than Alexander, after all, they have an extra head, right? '

George knew that Alexander could count and read. So this guy should be similar.

"Nine thousand." Agron's left head (with a horn) said simply and concisely, and the talkative right head (with a braid on the top of the head) added naively: "Nine thousand people per season!"

Then, the left head stared at George without saying a word, and the right head lowered his head and drank the wine.

After listening to this, George couldn't help but be stunned for a long time, and couldn't figure out how he calculated this number: "Sir, you seem to have calculated it wrong. It's ten, ten!" At this point, he couldn't help but stretch out his ten fingers.

"That's right, it's ten!" The left head seemed very sure, and the talkative right head took a sip of the wine on his mouth and corrected it, saying: "But it's not 10 humans per season, but every month! Every month, the ogres must have ten humans! So every month is 3,000! One season is 9,000!"

Nine thousand, each ogre leads 30 humans every month, which is 300 ogres.

George touched his chin-he has always been a little skeptical about the number that Agron insisted on.

The number he saw on the scroll today was over a hundred, but as Anthony said, how many ogres the tribe has now depends on how many Agron is willing to raise.

"Sir! If you do this, humans will become extinct!" George said with his eyes wide open. He felt that Agron was too cruel.

"Extinction? Not extinction! There are so many of you humans, what's 3,000 people! Don't your little chiefs think that the population is too large and drive them out every day?! They die on the road, so why not give them all to us."

'Too many people?' George suddenly thought of something - except for a few supreme rulers, even many small nobles in the west of the valley don't know the population of the west of the valley, and the west of the valley has never lacked food. Except for the occasional harassment by ogres and werewolves, life is pretty good.

So if some idiot tells the ogre that there are 300,000 or 500,000, or even 700,000 or 800,000 people in the valley, it is absolutely possible.

But after moving his eyes, he didn't intend to tell this ogre these reasons - it wouldn't listen.

"Chief, I'm afraid our chief can't accept the number you want."

"Don't talk nonsense!" The head on the left of Agron roared, and the one on the right also glared: "If you can't take it out, 'Eatable Agron' will eat you first! All your knights were driven away by us, and the ogres won! You are not qualified to negotiate with Agron!"

Agron was referring to the Black Pearl Knights. After Elizabeth's death, the Blood Knights had no intention of fighting again, and Agron was forced to call all the ogres together at that time.

The result is naturally self-evident.

However, George, the negotiator who was defeated, did not flinch at all after hearing this. He jumped up and stood on the big stone pillar with his hands on his waist, staring and cursing: "Chief Agron! You are a liar! A liar despised by our ancestors! Our Dawn Mercenary Group came here as a middleman and defeated your warriors in the duel, and my kind wizard partner also cured the disease of your tribe! You said we became friends, but now you treat your friend George like this! What you did is simply a shame to your ancestors!!"

Interestingly, Chief Agron, who had a face full of banditry just now, did not feel ashamed or angry after hearing this. Instead, he touched the braid on the top of his head with a blushing face, turned around, and discussed with another head.

Seeing his actions, George's hands hidden in his sleeves stopped shaking.

‘Damn it, Anthony really said it all’

If anyone in the whole valley or even the whole North knows about the Frost Ogres, it’s probably not the Ogre Chieftain in front of him, but the Grand Scholar who stayed in the shelter to do research.

Before coming here, everyone did a lot of homework. Especially George, who not only studied the habits and tempers of these big guys for a while, but also chatted with several captured ogres every day, and became good friends with George.

Compared with Agron, they don’t know much common language, but if you understand their temper and gain their respect, you can get along well with them even without too much language communication.

In these ogres, Anthony also verified the documents he had read in the Citadel.

As it seems, Gast’s description of the Frost Ogres has many inaccuracies. Height is one of them.

But it's no wonder. Facing such a huge monster, ordinary people probably can't estimate how tall they are based on their memory. After all, there were no four people lying there for Gast to compare. And people also exaggerate the new things they see.

However, although these ogres are not as tall as the four people, as the tallest and strongest ogres among all the ogres, they are like frost wolves and gray wolves compared to the ogres in the south. According to George's observation, the shortest one must reach 5 meters, which is the height of the inner wall of many barons' homes.

And this chief is the best among them, and it is estimated that he is 6 or 7 meters tall. He is a real giant.

However, the so-called giant is also in the diet of frost ogres. Including the gronn that George had seen before, if he encountered a frost ogre (8-20) from a small tribe, he would probably be chased around with a hammer!

According to legend, frost ogres were born from gronn.

After a while, the two heads turned together, looked at George and said: "Okay, I won't eat you. But ten people are too few."

"Chief, the population of the valley is indeed there, but if the number you want is too large, the chiefs of the human race will probably consider mobilizing a population of one or two years to fight with you," George said.

"What is the population in one year?" Agron suddenly widened his eyes.

"Thirty-six thousand people."

Agron suddenly patted his big belly: "Agron believes that you have one million people, but Agron does not believe that you have thirty-six thousand people as courageous as you!"

"That depends on whether you give me a way to live, Chief." George looked at the huge ogre in front of him and nodded.

Agron drank the wine in the barrel and stopped talking.

"Chief, the valley is rich in products and fertile land. It has space and resources for ogres and humans to coexist. Why do you open your mouth so wide to humans?" George lifted a barrel of wine and handed it to the ogre: "Just like this sweet wine, delicious grains, and delicious honey, they all need people to work - I know you can keep slaves, but don't you still have to worry about them running away? But according to what I said, you can not only eat meat every month, but also have people to help you work, and even mine gold and iron! And the only thing you have to do is to slightly restrain the people of the tribe - is there such a good thing in the world!"

"So Agron thinks you are deceiving the ogres."

""

George was stunned for a long time, sat on the stone pier with a rogue face, and said: "Then there is no room for negotiation, our chief has decided - we can't survive in this valley, we have to go east."

"The ogres will follow you." The chief said without blushing.

""George stood there for a long time, not knowing what to say.

The ogre chieftain continued, "You are all warriors in the Dawn Mercenaries! But your human chieftain is a coward! He can't protect your tribe! If you go east, you will be extinct sooner or later. So the ogres follow you, protect you, and let you go! Eat you!"

Looking at this chieftain, George suddenly felt that this 'fat fool' was much more difficult to deal with than Alexander.

He suddenly realized that the guy in front of him was deliberately bargaining with him, and he was also playing a double act with him!

Besides, the nobles had been sending people to the areas where the ogres often moved before. How could the chieftain think that the cowardly human chieftain was deceiving them?

Thinking of this, George raised his head and said, "Respected Chief Agron, I understand your people's need for food, but 3,000 people per month is too many. The maximum limit our chief gave me is 1,000 people per month. If we can't reach an agreement, we will all die here this winter."

Speaking of this, he clapped his hands, and several "mercenaries" lifted a large box from the carriage and placed it in front of Chief Agron.

Then, George jumped down from the big stone pier, pulled up his lord's room, and cut off the lock on the big box with a sword. Then he kicked the lid of the box open, revealing the shining gold and silver jewelry inside.

The remaining treasures of the Black Pearl Family are basically all here.

"Our chief said that in addition to people, we will also give you gold. If you agree, this box of jewelry is the deposit! And from today on, no more ogres are allowed to plunder us. Otherwise, you won't be able to get the food in the future - you should know that in the eyes of our chief, money is much more important than people. So these jewels can already show our sincerity in peace talks!"

"Of course, if you only want war! Then the war will start today - although there are not many courageous humans in the valley, if you count them, you can still kill some ogres!"

At this point, Alexander, who had been sitting on the corpse of an ogre and drinking, slammed the wooden barrel in his arms, touched his mouth, and raised his halberd.

And the few "mercenaries" who were wrestling with the ogres also pushed the huge opponent away, looking at the ogres surrounding them, and stared back without fear!

The several large bonfires in the center suddenly burst into flames, making the shadow of the mercenary leader bigger than a giant!

Both of Agron's heads stared at the daring little thing and tapped its fingers.

"Eat him!" The left head suddenly roared: "Eat him!"

"Eat, eat, eat! You always love to eat! That's why we are so fat!"

The recent plots are not easy to divide into chapters.

Thanks to 'This is not simple' for the 500 reward! ~ Thanks to 'Tears of the Void' for the reward! ~

The shelter is finally going to have a big guy whose IQ is lower than Alexander's. Here I refer to the left head

In short, please see how to forcefully raise an ogre!