Some half-ogres who can't restrain their violent urges, or half-ogres that have crossed with wild beasts, will leave the camp if they can't live quietly.

Although Blue found many architectural styles of houses, most of them were very dilapidated and many were vacant.

The more than 1,000 and a half ogres here are almost all children between humans and ogres, after all, humans are the most intelligent race with the largest population in Yaresg.

In recent decades, the half-ogre has undergone some changes.

Some half-ogres with high intelligence will try to go out after they feel that they are capable enough.

Whether you become a thief, a raider, a mercenary or an adventurer, relying on their strong physique is one way out.

Although none of the ten half-ogres who can have such a good result will not disappear as long as there is hope.

Although they are born with a curse, they also yearn for the light.

Blue had a much better impression of them than ogres and goblins.

However, being discriminated against for a long time has made the half-ogre very xenophobic and irritable towards outsiders, and they have suffered and discriminated against since childhood.

The wiser you are, the more you will be hurt.

Moreover, some of the half-ogres who venture out and end up back at camp will also tell others about their experiences, making others wary of the outside world.

Blue thought about it for a while, but in the end there was nothing too good to do.

can only "convince people with virtue".

……

Brass Hammerstone lay limply on the chaise longue he had made, and there was a "gege" sound from his old bones, indicating that his old body was very tired.

"Oh, those difficult little kids......" Years of adventurous life have made him like to talk to himself naturally.

"Call me to carve toys, really, am I idle?"

Taking out a few stones common in the desert, Copperbeard pulled out the stone carving knife in his backpack, and he began to carve it in earnest.

What a fragrance warning!

Although he is only half of the dwarven blood, he has inherited the dwarven impulse and talent to sculpt inorganic matter all the time.

Copperbeard was complaining about trouble, but he actually liked this kind of activity very much, and if those children could show a smile, then his iron heart would melt away.

When his blade landed on the stone, he felt as if he had stepped back decades.

Copperbeard doesn't look like a dwarf, because no dwarf is as tall as he is.

A dwarf of one meter eight?

Are you kidding me?

But he was a dwarf, or half of it.

His mother, an archaeologist, was attacked by ogres during an archaeological mission in the desert.

His birth was born of a violent violence that was not new, and her mother, a very optimistic dwarf, laughed at the young man and said, "It's good to be alive." ”

It's just that no matter how optimistic the mother is, when she sees the growing copper beard, she can't stop the strange eyes of the people around her.

Eventually, Copperbeard lived with his mother until he was six years old, and then he was expelled.

At that time, the mother's expression, even after decades, the copper beard has not forgotten.

At that time, apart from finding the brute, killing him, and taking revenge, he had to spend his life in the largest half-ogre camp in the Yaresg Desert.

Copperbeard Hammerstone was lucky that many of the Half-Ogre children died before they reached the camp, but he didn't.

When he arrives at the famous "Cursed Lands", Copperbeard encounters all sorts of desperate half-ogres.

When he made it clear about his intentions, he thought he would get a sympathy, but what he didn't expect was a desperate laugh.

"Kid, I was like you back then, haha......"

"The beast in your mouth is long dead, dead, dead!"

"The average lifespan of ogres is pitifully low, they kill their own people, your so-called enemies, they are already dead!"

"What about us, what are we living for, revenge? We have no enemies to avenge at all......"

Copperbeard stayed in the half-ogre camp, and every day he did the same as them, finding something to eat and then falling asleep looking up at the sky.

After an unknown amount of time, he began to carve stone with the knife his mother had given him before leaving.

I don't know how many years later, he began to try to take care of the newborns in the camp or the young children from outside with a few of his kind.

I don't know how many years passed, but for the sake of his fellow people in the camp, he and twenty-seven companions walked out of the camp.

They used their own flesh and blood to make a name for themselves outside.

Copperbeard wields a pair of scimitars, and years of carving have made his scimitars a nightmare for his enemies.

In the end, only seven people were able to return to the camp.

They brought back a large number of books, and an astronomical amount of wealth for the people in the camp, and hope.

The half-ogre camp began to change dramatically, and every day there were still unfortunate and desperate half-ogre children coming over, and there were still many muddy half-ogres roaming every day.

But a small group of half-ogres are working hard to exercise and study, hoping that one day they will be able to go outside like Copperbeard and their predecessors.

Copperbeard is already old, how old is he a hundred years this year?

He himself had forgotten that anyway, for a long-lived dwarf, it was normal to be alive for more than two hundred years before dying.

It's just that Copperbeard was seriously injured during the adventure, and his body often felt sore, as if he was going to die at any time.

Or one day, in the innocent eyes of those curious children, the carving knife in his hand will suddenly fall, and he will die.

"I actually have a lot of things left unfinished in my house, my roof has started to leak, and the kitchen has been soaked during the last heavy rain...... I even have to help you troublemakers carve dragon statues...... It's really stupid, and sure enough, it inherited the stupid mind of the ogre, it's really stupid. ”

"You're self-aware, half-dwarf."

Copperbeard heard the sudden sound and immediately dropped the stone in his hand, then calmly walked to the handle of the scimitar behind his back, and then looked in the direction from which the sound came.

"Hehe, you're still the same."

This time the voice was completely different from the voice just now, but this was the voice he had been familiar with for many years, Copperbeard frowned, and then said fiercely: "Gurney, next time you scare me like this, I will directly smash the scimitar over." ”

"Do you think a guerrilla will not be able to dodge the scimitar that you old fellow throws at you?"

Copperbeard squinted, it was noon, the time of day in the desert when the sun was at its brightest.

He saw a little giant walking in front of him, forty centimeters taller than himself, as if the vicious sun in the sky did not exist.