Different World Online

In the darkness, they looked into each other's eyes.

The ogre in front of him didn't move, as if Steve wouldn't be able to find him as long as he didn't move.

Looking at the ogre who was becoming more and more stiff, Steve scratched his head speechlessly. He always felt that this guy was a little socially anxious and a little stupid.

"Ahem...are you...hungry?" a tentative voice sounded.

Hearing this, the ogre's bean-sized eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed his finger at his open mouth and nodded repeatedly.

"Hungry..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down!"

Faced with the ogre's loud voice, Steve quickly raised his index finger and put it in front of his mouth.

He was also very imaginative, actually wanting to keep an ogre quiet;

However, what was unexpected was that this strange ogre actually understood what he meant. His big mouth full of sharp teeth suddenly closed and he forced back the words that were about to come out of his throat.

Seeing this scene, Steve instantly felt that his three views were challenged.

"You want to eat me?"

Upon hearing this, the ogre's eyes instantly dodged wildly, and he stammered, unable to speak.

"Uh... ugh... uh..."

"Answer me!" Steve put on a fierce look and asked viciously.

"I..."

"Keep your voice down!"

"Okay... okay... I... I... I... don't want to... eat you, but... but I'm so hungry..."

The ogre opened his mouth and answered in a low breath.

Looking at the cautious look of the ogre in front of him, Steve frowned strangely.

This ogre was very different from what he knew;

The first is the attitude towards food, the Ogres’ attitude towards food is rough and barbaric, and playing with food is a traditional craft;

The second is obedience. Ogres are insubordinate creatures, and their faction is inherently chaotic and evil. In other words, the only way to make them surrender is by using powerful force.

It was obvious that the ogre before him was completely different from the other ogres;

Thinking of this, Steve suddenly became interested and immediately put on a fierce expression.

"You just want to eat me. Otherwise, how do you explain the fact that when I woke up, I saw you grabbing my hand and trying to bite it, and your eyes were evasive?"

Hearing this, the strange ogre suddenly panicked and waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, no, no...I...I...I'm just hungry. Daddy said...you have to eat when you're hungry...it's something you can't control!"

Hearing this, Steve raised his eyebrows and a playful smile slowly formed at the corner of his mouth;

First of all, it can be confirmed that the intelligence of this ogre is different from that of ordinary ogres;

Let's put it this way, the intelligence of the ogre race is only about 5 points, which is about the same as a one or two year old child;

However, Steve set a language trap right from the start.

[Otherwise how do you explain the fact that as soon as I woke up I saw you grabbing my hand and trying to bite it with your eyes evasive] This is a difficult sentence. A normal person would be stunned for a tenth of a second after hearing it, let alone an ogre with an IQ that is touching.

But the ogre in front of him understood the meaning and answered without any reaction, which showed that he was extremely intelligent.

The most important thing is that creatures like ogres do not have the concept of "father and mother"!

Ogres can walk, hunt and eat meat as soon as they are born. They have no concept of "breastfeeding" at all!

And this ogre in front of me actually has a 'father'!

Without thinking too much, Steve shook his head and said:

"Stop quibbling! Who is your father?"

Hearing this, the ogre clasped his hands together and said, clasping his fingers:

"My father is... the King of the Black Hand...

He can make all the food disappear, sing crazy songs, pin females to the ground and whip them, and make soup taste better..."

Looking at the ogre who was counting on his fingers and chattering endlessly, Steve tilted his head and felt that his brain was not enough.

"Stop, stop, stop! You...you...where is your father now?"

Hearing this, the ogre's mumbling voice instantly became low, and tears actually flowed from his big eyes.

“Wuwuwu…he…he was thrown into the pot by the bad guys outside…and made…into broth…slurp slurp…Daddy…wuwuwu…slurp slurp…broth…slurp slurp…”

Looking at the ogre with tears and saliva streaming down his face, Steve wiped the sweat from his forehead speechlessly.

After a long while, the ogre's stomach began to rumble. He stopped sobbing sadly and looked straight at Steve.

"hungry..."

"Eat dirt!" Steve rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Oh..."

The ogre responded aggrievedly, then slowly stood up, walked to the darkness at the other end of the room, and started to scratch the ground with his butt sticking out.

"Who told you to leave!" Steve, his head in a mess, shouted angrily.

"You...you made me eat dirt."

"Isn't the soil here edible?" Steve pointed at the ground below.

"Uh...that's where I bury my poop."

Hearing this, Steve's face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He stood up silently, strode to the ogre and sat down.

"Okay, stop eating. Let me ask you, what does your father look like?!"

Hearing this, the ogre raised his head stupidly, swallowed the dry mud in his mouth with great effort, and replied in a low voice:

"Similar to...similar to you, with hair on the top of the head and teeth that are not...not pointy."

Hearing this, Steve's eyes twitched slowly, and he muttered silently:

"Don't ever tell me your father is a bard captured by ogres!"

His words were not without foundation;

This ogre was obviously pua...bah...taught by someone, and the person who taught him was obviously planning to escape.

It is not a very rare phenomenon to trick a young ogre into taking you away with it;

Those who are captured by dragons usually try to seduce their jailers through trickery and fraud;

but!

Ogres are different from jailers. Ogres are greedy and violent by nature. If you want to completely change the nature of ogres, you need a very advanced language infection ability.

The infectious power of language here does not simply refer to the art of language, but also includes the supernatural power contained in the language.

Throughout the multiverse, there are only three professions that have this ability;

The Wanderer is an advanced strategist. They are very good at speaking and their words often have strong suggestive and misleading abilities.

But to advance to the tactician level, you need at least a 10th level of rogue;

A 10th level rogue is very difficult to lock up.

The second possibility is a warlock. The spellcasting attribute of a warlock is charisma. The role of high charisma is self-evident, but a warlock obviously does not fit the description of his 'father' given by the ogre before.

Then the remaining profession is the bard;

As the most hated profession among middle-aged nobles, the bard is definitely the undisputed king of cuckolds;

With just his mouth, he can make those ladies and young ladies go around in circles!

Sleeping with other people's wives, daughters, wives and daughters in other people's beds, and making a little money at the same time, is what the bard profession is all about;

If... the 'father' of this ogre in front of me is a bard, then everything would make sense.

Incidentally, the Bard's spellcasting attribute is also Charm.