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An ogre is a large monster about nine feet (3 meters) tall and weighing nearly a thousand pounds (450 kilograms).

They are called ogres because they feed on humanoid creatures;

In fact, this is a misunderstanding.

They don't just feed on humanoids, they eat anything that moves;

Um...some things that cannot be moved, they can eat;

Let’s put it this way, although ogres are synonymous with filthiness, brutality, barbarity, and stupidity, they are actually the lowest level of giants;

Yes, like cloud giants, fire giants, stone giants, and cyclops, ogres are giants;

And they are the least picky eaters of the giants, these rude guys have appetites as big as dragons!

Stone, metal, wood, dirt...Ogres will stuff anything into their mouths once they get hungry, and these violent creatures can eat almost anything;

However, they particularly like the flavors of dwarves, half-elves, and elves.

There are all kinds of strange things in the world. The fat ogres actually like lean meat with higher protein content. (What the hell is this joke? What the hell am I writing?)

Due to their strong appetite and physique that is almost impossible to get sick, the lazy ogres never clean their camp.

Therefore, the ogre camps are always accompanied by an unparalleled stench and rough roars.

Halfway up the mountain, Steve pinched his nose and rushed towards the ogre's stronghold with a fearless attitude;

Compared to the nimble Mara followers following behind him, Steve would rather stay with the stinky ogres.

At least these ogres are slow and easy to kill.

Rushing to the top of the hill, Steve took advantage of the huge gap in the wooden wall of the cottage and entered this smelly place.

The next second, a group of ogres who were sitting casually in the open space in the center of the village turned their heads and looked at Steve.

Um... am I rushing to the stomach?

Looking at the huge, steaming, pitch-black cauldron in the middle of the clearing, Steve waved awkwardly at the group of tall ogres.

"Well... I'm eating~"

A slightly stiff common language sounded.

On the opposite side, the ogres slowly stood up, and their tall bodies, carrying a huge sense of oppression, walked towards Steve step by step.

If your stomach is growling with hunger, have some appetizers before dinner;

Looking at the ogres' revealing looks, Steve slowly backed away, his heart beating fast;

Wow, you’re going to show me off directly to your mouth!

Without thinking too much, Steve ran away, running along the wall;

Fortunately, the ogre was slow in his movements and his brain wasn't working very well, so he managed to get to the back of the village for Steve.

Behind the stockade, there are several tall wooden houses built haphazardly from thick tree trunks;

Without thinking too much, Steve dodged a wooden stick swung from behind, picked the nearest crooked house, and dived in.

The room was filled with a foul stench, and many skinny humanoid creatures were shivering and huddled in the corner of the room.

There are half-elves, goblins, kobolds...

Steve also saw a frogman, which is extremely rare in the North.

Pursing his lips, Steve took advantage of the opportunity when the ogres were still opening the door and instantly activated [Void Jump] and hid behind this "food storage room".

As long as he could avoid this wave of searching by the ogres, these stupid fellows would give up looking for him and return to their pot of boiling food.

As expected, after a while, the impatient ogres picked out an unlucky goblin from the 'food' at random and returned to the cauldron in the open space, cursing.

They just threw the unfortunate goblin into the pot and covered it with the lid. The ogres then laughed and enjoyed the goblin's dying howls.

It is in the nature of an ogre to play with his food.

These guys with round heads, thick necks, round bellies and short legs love to tease their prey happily and then swallow them whole.

At the bottom of the bare hillside, the belated Blood-biting Priest looked at the village on the hillside and viciously lashed at everyone with the scepter in his hand;

“A bunch of greedy and stupid things!

Unexpectedly... Unexpectedly, they couldn't even catch a damn human! And they let him escape to the Black Hand Clan's stronghold!

Bastard! If you can't catch the prey before the [hunting mark] disappears, I will tear you all to pieces!"

A deliberately suppressed roar sounded, and everyone shrank their heads, trembling with fear and not daring to make a sound.

In the mountain village, Steve took advantage of the ogres' meal time and slipped into the tall wooden house next to the 'food storage room';

This log cabin is different from other log cabins, it is exceptionally tall and looks more solid;

The most important thing is that this room is very quiet, unlike the room next door where prisoners are held, where slight sobbing sounds can be heard from time to time.

He gently pushed the door of the room, but it didn't move at all; Steve immediately turned on [Void] and his figure slowly merged into the heavy door.

The empty room was dark and quiet, and the smell was not as pungent as the one outside that gave people a headache.

With the help of the red light above his head, Steve found a corner and sat down against the wall with his backpack on his back.

He had been running since the early morning until now. Although he was not out of ammunition and food, he still felt tired.

Steve took out some dry food, pinched his nose and ate some with the water in the water bag. He hugged the spear and slowly closed his eyes.

It was already dark outside. The ogres had finished their meal and were lying on the ground with their round bellies bulging, beginning to sleep. Their ear-piercing snoring could be heard one after another.

As the sun went down, the room Steve was in fell into total darkness.

On the other side of the room, a pair of green eyes slowly opened.

A sniffling sound was heard, and then it stopped abruptly as if he smelled something;

A moment later, the rustling sound of straw rubbing against each other quietly appeared in Steve's ears. The sound got closer and closer, and soon came to his side.

Steve, who had already woken up, only felt a pair of rough hands carefully holding up his arms, and then the passive function of [Void Shadow] was triggered.

The next second, Steve opened his eyes instantly and met a pair of small eyes with green light.

With the red light of the [Hunting Mark] on his forehead getting dimmer, Steve saw the face of a slightly honest ogre.

At this moment, the bald-headed ogre was still chewing, looking at himself with an embarrassed expression;

Yes, it's embarrassing...

Steve clearly saw the evasion in the guy's eyes and the slightly shrunken head.

It’s so evil!

Is this an ogre? This guy is clearly a dog that was caught stealing food!