The visitor was obviously not human, because there was one in a million people of this height.

"Gurney, your mouth is still so bad."

"Hehe, my old friend......"

Soon Gurney was in front of Brass Whiskers, and the two of them hugged each other warmly with open hands.

It's just one tall and one short, it's really the cutest height difference, and it looks like a father and son hugging each other.

Copperbeard hugged his friend tightly, but soon he felt that something was wrong—

Gurney actually picked him up, making him feel that his dignity had been insulted.

"Hey, Gurney, what do you mean by picking me up?"

"I just want you to feel half of your dwarven blood."

"I think you just want to feel your own troll blood, right?" Brass beard snorted.

Like Copperbeard, Gurney is also a half-ogre, and as for the blood relatives on the other side, Copperbeard is a dwarf, while Gurney is a troll.

The two had been good friends for many years, and Gurney was one of the seven who had returned to the Half-Ogre camp.

It's just that unlike Copperbeard, Gurney is a man who can't be idle, and after a few years in the camp, he goes out on adventures again.

I came back every few years to visit friends and give half of the money I earned to the camp, even though it was a drop in the bucket.

"Well, you're right." Gurney nodded, a sinister smile on his ugly face, which had inherited both of his parents.

"Anyway, it's a pleasure to meet you, old friend." Gurney said, then took a closer look at his friend, "You don't seem to have changed much, it seems like it's okay to be alive for decades." ”

Bronze beard picked up the stone statue on the ground, then returned to the shade and began carving again.

Nearly 100 years of knife work allowed him to do two things, and he said as he carved: "Time is not like it is to those half-human children, we haven't seen each other for two years, it's like a few minutes, it's strange that something has changed." ”

"But...... Of the seven people who came back, only me and you remained. ”

"Well, I can't be happier at the thought that only you, the ugliest guy, will survive with me."

"Alas, Brass Whiskers, your speech is still the same as ugly, nothing has changed." Gurney touched his face, "This face is a little ugly, but we have suffered a lot less by relying on him, haven't we?" ”

Indeed, at the beginning, relying on Gurney's face that was a mixture of ogres and trolls, he looked fierce and vicious, and when he was outside, he was "a soldier who surrendered without a fight" many times.

Every time someone saw his face, he turned pale and was afraid that he would be eaten.

"But I also suffered a lot." Copperbeard reminded mercilessly.

“…… Haha, you're really ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a noisy sound suddenly came from the gate of the camp, which attracted the attention of the two of them.

"What's going on?" Copperbeard looked at Gurney.

"You ask me, I don't know, I just got back to camp, I don't know. Don't look at me like that, I really didn't bring anyone back to make trouble, it's none of my business. ”

"Then let's go check it out." Brass Whiskers put down the dragon statue that had taken shape in a short period of time, and walked with Gurney towards the camp entrance.

Both of them did not look very good, and from the screams, they could hear the horror.

This almost means that it is likely to be the enemy, could it be the ogres?

If it was really just right that they came again, if they didn't think it was useless to kill them, they would have been killed a long time ago.

This time they really dared to come over, and they would kill them!

However, when the two of them were about to reach the camp, they saw some half-ogres walking around in a panic.

When these half-ogres saw Copperbeard and Gurney, they breathed a sigh of relief as if they had found their backbone.

They surrounded Brass and Gurney and talked nonsense.

Copperbeard frowned, he wanted to open his mouth to reprimand, but seeing their panicked looks, he still held back.

Because they are mixed-race, most of these half-human beings have average intelligence, and they will mess up when they encounter unexpected situations.

This can't blame them entirely, Brass Whiskers took a deep breath, and then, relying on his years of adventures, began to piece together the information that these people had said.

First, a blue dragon appeared outside the camp.

Then, this blue dragon did not eat them.

In the end, everyone was afraid of the blue dragon.

Daddy save me!

"Well, I see, you guys should step back first...... I know, I know, if there is a real battle, I will definitely call you together at that time. ”

After dispersing the surrounding companions who were not very combative, Copperbeard took out his twin knives, and Gurney took out his bow and smeared the arrows with venom.

"Man, that's not good."

"Very bad indeed......

The two looked at each other secretly, then shook their heads together.

……

Blue looked at the half-ogres gathered in the camp to watch him, and looked at it leisurely, making the other party nervous.

His appearance can be said to be quite arrogant and quite unscrupulous.

If you have a single-wheeled body type, you can't actually achieve such an effect.

Although the half-ogres are not as terrifying as the ogres, which is more than three meters tall, most of them are between two meters three and two meters eight.

And Blue is taller than them now, but he is also very tall.

There are more than a thousand half-ogres in this camp, which is more than enough to achieve qualitative change in terms of numbers.

It's a pity that Blue is not afraid at all......

Just relying on their fists, it is hilarious to want to break through their dragon scale defenses.

To break through the hard dragon scales, you must have sophisticated magical weapons - this is a fantasy for a half-ogre who is long old when he has a full stomach.

That is, he was invincible from the beginning, hahaha.

Blue secretly gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

When Blue saw two half-ogres of very high status appear, he fixed his eyes on these two people.

One looked half-dwarf, the other was ugly, and Blue couldn't tell for a moment which race his other half of blood relatives came from.

When the two of them appeared, the surrounding half-ogres immediately surrounded them, first as protection, but also to ask what to do now.

"This Lord Blue Dragon, my name is Copperbeard Hammerstone. Is there something you are doing here? If you're looking for food, we've got a little more here, but we don't know if it's to your taste. ”

Seeing that the height did not look like a dwarf at all, the meaning of scratching suddenly arose in my heart.

Blue showed a "dragon's smile", which made Copperbeard shiver-

"I think you guys look delicious......"