As Mogrosh accompanied Orn into the dark cave where he lived, he dug three feet into the ground and dug out a tightly sealed clay pot from the deepest corner of the cavern, and then he lifted the lid and removed a wooden box from the pot. The moment he lifted the lid of the box, a soft golden light instantly illuminated the small half of the cave.

"Look, my lord, is this the ambergris you are talking about?" asked Mogrosh with a nervous expression.

In the wooden box was a small grass that shone with a faint golden fluorescence and was bright yellow all over. The first time Orn saw the grass, his breathing suddenly became rapid.

Although Orn didn't reply for a long time, Mogrosh couldn't help but feel uncertain when he heard his breathing become heavy, knowing that he had done a great job.

Orn took a deep breath and calmed down his excitement, then nodded: "Yes, this is ambergris! Mogrosh, you really didn't disappoint me! I didn't expect that I had only been away from you for less than half a year, and you really found this precious strange grass! You know, although I explained the matter to you at that time, I actually didn't have much hope in my heart! I will fulfill my promise! Now tell me, where did you find this ambergris?"

"I found it on the outskirts of the Zangar swamp, not far from here!" replied Mogrosh.

"Zangar Swamp?" Orn pondered for a moment before he spoke, "I heard that it is a murderous place in the Northern Grasslands, and I didn't include it in my search for it on this trip to the Northern Grasslands. But now that you've found ambergris on the outskirts of the Zangar swamp, I'm going to have to venture out and see if I can find more ambergris in the depths of the swamp. Give me this ambergris now, and I'll be leaving for the Zangar Swamp early tomorrow morning!"

"Yes, sir. Mogrosh re-closing, handing it to Orn. Orn took the box and took it into his arms.

Orn was in a good mood for something. He reached out and tried to pat Mogrosh on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement. However, despite Orn's tall stature, about two meters, he was still a little out of reach in front of Mogrosh, who was three meters tall. Seeing this, Mogrosh hurriedly hunched his waist so that Orn's hand could easily pat his shoulder.

"Mogrosh, as soon as I received the news that you might have found ambergris, I came day and night, eating and sleeping in the open, and I didn't eat much along the way. I'm in your tribe today, and I'm ready to let go of my stomach and have a good meal. To tell the truth, if you ogres can get rid of the custom of cannibalism, in terms of food attainments, you are definitely comparable to the Hobbit Halfling, a food race recognized on the mainland. Orn patted the ogre leader on the shoulder and said with some regret.

Mogrosh chuckled and didn't answer. Cannibalism is a custom and tradition that has been passed down by the ogre clan for countless thousands of years, how can it be said that it can be changed by changing it? Even Orn was once attacked by Mogrosh as a target to eat, but he didn't expect Orn to have amazing skills, but he beat Ogrosh fat. If Orn hadn't used a native of northern Xinjiang like Mogrosh to find an extremely rare ambergris for him, Mogrosh would have died a long time ago.

When the pieces of meat in the cauldron in the circular valley were finally cooked, the rich aroma of meat wafting through the valley hooked the sharp blades and the greedy worms in Senna's stomachs. Counting the time, except for a rainbow trout and two roasted wings of the wind snake that they each ate in the morning, both of them had not eaten for nearly a day. Not to mention that the food had already been digested, coupled with the fierce battle and the injuries that followed, the energy in the bodies of the two of them was even more lost, and now the two of them were already hungry and panicked.

"These disgusting guys really have a hand at boiling soup, this smell is really delicious!" Blade twitched his nose fiercely, sniffing the smell of meat in the air, and muttered.

Senna also swallowed his saliva and laughed at himself: "Speaking of which, I would like to thank that mysterious Orn today, if it weren't for him, maybe the two of us failed to escape just now, and the smell of our meat would be exuding from the pot!"

"Don't be discouraged and destroy your own prestige! If he hadn't appeared, maybe we would have managed to escape? By the way, when that Orn passed by just now, I took a closer look, although I still couldn't be sure of his cultivation. But if I'm not mistaken, he should have reached the level of a great sword master. With him here, those damned ogres won't eat us for a while, but they'll have a lot of nights, so we'd better run away tonight!" Blade whispered.

"Well, in fact, I also suspect that he is a great swordsman!" Speaking of this, Senna's face also became not very good-looking, and said: "There is a great swordsman, the variables are indeed too big, you and I will act tonight!"

"Hey, that Orn doesn't eat with those ogres, he's going to eat alone?" Blade wondered when he found out that Orn hadn't appeared in front of the cauldron where the meat was boiling, but that Mogrosh himself had taken out a large wooden basin and scooped out several large pieces of meat from the cauldron and put them in the basin, then carried a barrel of wine to the cave where he and Orn had entered together, and then exited empty-handed.

That Orn was sneakily wearing a mask, making it clear that he didn't want people to see him for who he really was, and that he must be alone when he ate. Senna was not strange.

Senna was right, Orn really didn't want to see him for what he really was, so he asked Mogrosh to send him food and wine alone. Seeing that Orn was planning to settle in the Stonehammer Tribe tonight, Mogrosh naturally flattered himself and gave up his cave.

When Mogrosh came out of the cave, he came to the middle of the valley, reached out and picked up an oak barrel, pulled the wooden stopper the size of the bowl, and put half a barrel of wine on his back, and then wiped the wine stains from the back of his mouth, and roared with a flushed face: "The wine festival begins!" The entire circular valley was suddenly drowned in the howls of the ogres.

The ogres, young and old, grabbed the oak barrels on the ground and drank bitterly. The ogres lived up to the title of the alcoholic nation, a huge oak barrel, and they were drunk in a few sips. After a few large sips of wine, some ogres began to swing their bodies, twist their buttocks, and dance. Although the ogres' clumsy dance moves are ridiculous and comical due to their tall and fat stature, this does not prevent the carnival atmosphere in the circular valley from being pushed to a new climax.

"Knock, knock......"

A muffled drum beat suddenly sounded. In the middle of the valley, an elderly ogre sat cross-legged, with a tambourine between his legs, and a pair of large hands were constantly beating the drum surface. To the beat of drums, the old ogre sang a long poem that tells the story of the life of Margauk, the legendary leader of the ogre:

"The great Margauk was born into a wizarding family in the Hangmale Castle,

He was proficient in magic and witchcraft from a young age, and when he grew up, he became a powerful wizard.

As soon as he walked out of the Hangmath Castle, the Ogre tribe of the Asemido steppe began the process of unification in his hands.

He fought endlessly, and finally established a powerful empire in the steppe of Asemidor, and made his birthplace the royal capital.

He was not crowned king, but he called himself "the Führer",

But no matter what he is called, he is the supreme ruler of the Gorian Empire,

He is also the supreme ruler of the steppes of Asemido,

Margauk has dominated the steppes,

But there are still many fools who disagree with Margok,

The orcs came to challenge, but were defeated by him, and the captured orcs had to perform bloody gladiatorial battles for the nobles in the arena,

Suddenly, one day, the sun was shining on the frost and fire ridge, and a rare vein appeared in the world.

The dwarves rushed to rob when they heard the noise, but they were also defeated by the hands of Margok, and from then on, the mountains and fields on the Frost Fire Ridge were full of dwarven slave laborers digging ore veins.

Margauk became the hero of the ogre, and his fame spread everywhere,

......

In the first half of the psalm, when Malgok's rise is sung, the elderly ogre is full of passion, and his voice is hoarse and high-pitched, which makes people listen to the blood of the blood. But then, in the second half of the psalm, the old ogre's voice suddenly became low and sighing:

......

In the face of successive victories, Margauk's ambitions gradually swelled,

The journey under his feet has also become an entire continent,

But Margauk knew,

His strength is still a lot worse,

So he searched everywhere for allies, and finally forged an alliance with the Gorons.

This became Margaok's biggest mistake,

Because he had agreed to the request of the Gorons,

A request to awaken Gesar, the sleeping Lord of Goron,

That's Gesar, who stuck the golden dragon on the sharp rock of Blade Mountain, Gesar, who has the title of 'Dragon Slayer',

The wise Führer was confused, and his actions stabbed the hornet's nest,

The dragons who got the news swarmed to the Goria Empire, burying the empire and the Führer in flames and thunderstorms.

The ogre has no kingdom and no longer rules over the beautiful steppe—Assemdor!"

The Assemdo grassland in the mouth of the elderly ogre is one of the many old names of the northern Xinjiang grassland. And this poem about the Führer Margauk, although it has been sung for many years among the various ogre tribes in the northern steppes, is still popular today.

Because, it represents an era, and that is an era that belongs to ogres!

When the moon climbs into the middle of the sky and the stars shine all over the earth, the festival finally ends. Not only did the ogres drink all the wine used for the celebration, but they also ate the meat of the beast stewed in the cauldron in the middle of the valley, and there was not even a single drop of soup left.

Many drunken ogres did not return to the cave to sleep at all, but just lay down on the ground and fell straight to sleep. Soon, thunderous snoring resounded throughout the circular valley.

Seeing that the time had come, Senna immediately pinched his hand, and several cyclones swirled around his fingers, and finally converged into a wind blade, which gently circled around his body, and the vines tied to him were suddenly broken into a dozen pieces.

After Senna escaped, he immediately untied the vines from the blade's body. When the blade was tightly bound, his face changed slightly, and he covered his ribs with his hand. Senna knew that the blade's ribs had broken a few times, so he reached out and carefully removed the blade's hand from under the ribs, and then gently rested his hand on it.

As a layer of milky white light lit up in Senna's palm, the pain of the blade suddenly eased a lot, and he exhaled lightly, and his face gradually improved.

"Well, that's all I can do. Thanks to you, I have lost too much blood and lack of qi and blood, which has caused me to lack of magic power, and now I can only make your injuries slightly better, but I can't heal them!" Senna said with a smug as he took his hand away from under the blade.

The blade twisted slightly, and found that the pain under the ribs had been greatly relieved. He knew that Senna was still wary of himself, so he didn't know whether what he said about the lack of magic power was true or not, so he could only smile helplessly: "Okay, don't hold a grudge." Now you and I are grasshoppers on a straw rope, and I will talk about any grudges for later. Let's hurry now!" With that, the blade raised his leg high, stepped lightly, and carefully stepped over the drunken ogres on the ground, and quietly groped towards the exit of the circular valley.

Senna said no more, and followed closely behind the blade.

When Blade and Senna reached the exit of the valley crater and saw the situation in the ogre outpost, they couldn't help but look at each other speechlessly. I saw that the two ogre warriors standing guard were each holding an oak wine barrel at the moment, and they were sleeping with their backs against the fence of the sentry, and the saliva hanging from the corners of their mouths was already long, and their chests were wet, and I don't know whether they were wet with drool, or the wine accidentally spilled while drinking, or both.

It seems that the ogres have lived up to their reputation for being nerves, and this escape seems to be far easier than expected! Blade and Senna did not hesitate to quickly climb over the fence and escape out of the crater.