Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

In the corner of the storm slope, in the cannibal valley, more than a dozen ogres were surrounding a burnt black boar, starting a gluttonous feast, and they were tearing the meat excitedly. Made a mess everywhere.

"What's mine, everything is mine!"

"You idiot, are you worthy of robbing me?"

Among them, the tallest and fattest ogre knocked his companion unconscious with a club, snatched the pig leg from his hand, swallowed it in one gulp, and licked his fingers with lingering interest.

His name is Rumple, and he is the leader of the ogre tribe.

Trump finds that he is getting smarter and smarter, and his subordinates often say this, but they still don't know how to use such advanced vocabulary. They can only say that he is "really good at finding food."

But the smart Trump understands what they mean, and he is very helpful for this.

In the ogre's dictionary, "being able to find food" is the greatest compliment, whether it is using a thick stick or a clever mind.

Apart from overeating, Trump would also read the books he had snatched from "Little Snacks" before. He read them with gusto and learned many useful things from them:

For example, he learned from the book "Xion's Adventure Diary": Put a treasure chest, or scatter a handful of gold coins on the road, then dig a deep hole in front and cover it with thatch, and you will soon get more information. There are so many "little people", this kind of behavior is called "trap" in the book, and Trump likes this elegant name very much.

What fascinates him the most is something called a "spell" in "Analysis of Fireball Technique for Fools", which allows him to send out fireballs larger than a boar's head, and can easily turn a mammoth into a barbecue.

Lang Pu used this method to get a large amount of food, and integrated the nearby ogres, which were usually in groups of twos and threes, into a tribe of more than twenty. After all, those who refused to join were turned into barbecue by Lang Pu. It's staying in everyone's stomach.

This is an epoch-making achievement that can be recorded in the history of the ogres - at least in Trump's view, so he named the tribe "New Era", which is also a term he learned from the book.

It's a pity that no one in the ogre tribe could understand this name, and some of his subordinates asked why it wasn't called the "Big Meat" tribe. As a result, he was hit hard by Trump with a mallet.

Trump always has a feeling of "hating iron but not steel" against his ogres.

Every time he wanted to follow the contents of the "Encyclopedia of Military Drills" and have his men line up to ambush the enemy, the ogres would always shout "Meat! Meat!" and then rush forward in a chaotic manner waving big sticks. .

He wanted to teach his men to speak Common Language, hoping to blackmail humans for more food, but the ogres got nothing except the three words "eat", "meat" and "food".

"well……"

"There are still too few smart people in the tribe."

After eating, Trump often thought and sighed.

However, the other ogres did not have such worries. After eating, they snored like thunder and fell asleep.

He has been focusing on cultivating an ogre named "Big Head" recently. As the name suggests, this guy has a big head, and one of them can do the same thing. Lang Pu thinks that the guy with the big head may be smarter.

"Boss, there's food over there!"

The "scouts" arranged by Trump said excitedly on the top of the mountain. "

"Butou, what's coming?"

Rumple happily spit out a bone and climbed up the hill. After all, the ogre will never be full.

"It's a big lizard, there's a lot of meat!"

The ogre known as Big Head danced and waved the mace in his hand.

Is it a salamander?

Or maybe it's a wyvern?

Several images flashed through Lang Pu's mind, but none of them were easy to mess with.

"Describe what it looks like."

"Let me take a look - it's the same color as fresh meat, red, four legs, two wings, and a tail..."

The more Trump heard, the more something was wrong. He climbed up the hill himself and saw the "big lizard" on the opposite side.

His expression suddenly changed, and he hit the big head with a hammer, causing the already huge head to swell even more.

"You idiot!"

"That's a fucking dragon! A real dragon!"

After saying that, Trump was still angry and chased the stupid ogre and beat him hard until he whined repeatedly.

Datou said aggrievedly: "Boss, why are you beating me? What did I say wrong?"

"That's just a big lizard."

Indeed, compared to most of his kind, he is already smart enough to recognize that it is a lizard instead of shouting "meat" and "meat", which is already difficult.

"You still said that!"

"I'll let you say it!"

"Stop it, boss, that... uh... dragon you mentioned is coming."

Da Tou covered his swollen head and screamed.

Lang Pu put down the mallet in his hand and raised his head angrily.

But he saw that the red dragon had already flown over him, its wings spread out, and the shadow it cast enveloped him.

Lang Pu used his clever mind to organize his words, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"Uh... the powerful, noble and majestic Red Dragon, you are a ignorant person who does not know etiquette. I will discipline him well. I hope you will not condescend to be on the same level as him."

Considering that there is a proud dragon in the sky, Lang Pu's wording and sentence specifically refer to the wording and sentence in "The Book of Noble Etiquette".

As soon as these words came out, Redcasius almost fell from the air with this strong bard aura.

The red dragon didn't answer. He just looked down at the wise ogre.

There was just a trace of surprise that could not be concealed in his vertical pupils.

[Based on your own strength, you can observe the following information]

【Ogre Magician】

Name: Lang Pu

Category: Large Giant, Neutral Evil

Race: Ogre

Ac: 12 (hide armor)

Attributes:

Strength - 18

Agility - 8

Constitution——16

Intelligence - 17

Perception - 8

Charm - 12

Proficiencies: Arcane +3, Hunt +4, Trap +3, Reading +6, Martial +2, Dominion +4, Herbalism +2, Persuasion +2, Deception +2

Senses: Passive Perception 14 feet

Languages: Common, Draconic, Giant

Actions: Bash, bite, beat

Combat equipment:

[Ring of Wisdom Research]: A ring made with great effort by a certain archmage for a stupid noble student. It can lock the intelligence to 17.

[Arcane Ring]: Arcane +1 Reading +4

[Albert's Mithril Bracelet]: Save once a day against a 4th level spell.

Professional Level: Level 5 Mage

Caster Level: 5

Spells:

1 ring-none

2 rings-none

Level 3 - Fireball

Challenge Level: 6 (2,100xp)

Evaluation: "This is a rare ogre magician. He is really smart. Don't underestimate him, otherwise he will use fireballs to let you taste the consequences of contempt for a magician."

"Arcane, military, governance, herbal medicine... He is good at literature, martial arts, and magic. This guy is a talent..."

Cassius couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

17 intelligence, in a human city, he is an out-and-out wise man. If he were in an orc tribe, he might be named a "prophet".

It's a pity that this is an ogre tribe that can do nothing but eat and sleep. He will only become the hard-working leader who looks for food for his subordinates.

The intelligence headband can be said to be the magic weapon in the early stage.

If Cassius was currently a mage, he would definitely try his best to seize it, but unfortunately he has chosen the path of a warlock and has no plans to work part-time for the time being.

It would be better to recruit a mage for now.

The multiverse is vast and has infinite possibilities.

Even ogres can become mages, is there anything impossible?

The air was a little stagnant at this time.

The red dragon and the ogre were high and low, staring at each other with big eyes.

Lang Pu stared at the red dragon who seemed to be meditating, clenched the mallet in his hand, cold sweat broke out on his head, and was already preparing to build a spell model in his mind.