"Kill them all, and give the little ones more food tonight!"

"Oh oh..."

As Ainz spoke, the monsters in the hall of ruins burst into cheers.

Soon, under the arrangement of the goblin leader Red Fang, who is the general general of the archdirector.

Piles of bonfires were quickly lit, and the cauldrons that had been brought from the snow and frost ramp by Ainz were also set up.

Immediately afterward, the cubs of the giant spiders were quickly disposed of.

Either they were killed, or they went straight to the grill.

As for the corpses of those giant spider warriors who were killed on the battlefield outside the ruins, Ainz naturally wouldn't let them waste them.

After confessing, it has already been recovered.

Anyway, it's winter now, and things are not easy to spoil for a long time, not to mention that it is not so easy to hunt in winter.

The corpses of those giant spiders can be used as food for the monsters.

Although Ainz definitely wasn't going to eat those spiders that made him feel disgusting when he looked at them more.

But the monsters under their command treat those corpses as if they were the supreme delicacy.

Standing in the middle of the hall and taking a few casual glances, Ainz found that many of the monster men he had led astray had learned to roast and eat food just like Ainz did.

At this time, the food on the grill is basically the cubs of giant spiders, which are roasted by the fire until they are bubbling with oil.

Ainz didn't bother to bother with these little monsters, he only cared about the little leaders of these monsters.

Anyway, these guys can give birth very much.

Especially the fire goblins under Anz, this kind of goblin is much stronger than the green-skinned goblin at the bottom of the goblin family.

Whether it is in individual strength or overall wisdom.

Similarly, all members of the Goblin family are basically very capable of giving birth.

The same goes for the Flame Goblins, just like this war, nearly sixty Flame Goblins died nearly about a third.

A few green-skinned orc warriors and a handful of vampire bats were also killed.

However, for these casualties, Ainz did not express much regret.

Anyway, if these guys die in one batch, it won't take two or three months, and another batch will be born soon.

As long as the small leaders of the backbone members are around, Ainz never worries about becoming the commander of the light pole.

Besides, as long as Ainz's own strength went up, he could easily find a large number of higher-level monster servants.

......

'Zizi...'

'Zizi...'

In the very center of the main hall, on three vigorous bonfires,

Three large bison that have been stripped of their fur and are sitting on the grill are being roasted in oil.

At this moment, a large vampire bat was flying over the bison with a spice bag and began to scatter spices.

Among the monsters under Ainz's men, no matter which little monster it is, it has always been difficult to take care of the master's food.

Mainly because the owner's food needs to be scattered with these spices snatched from human hands, and the quantity is not much, so it must be used sparingly.

There are not many spices, and the campfire is too big, so the spices must be sprinkled evenly.

This leads to every little monster avoiding this errand.

But under the order of the leader, even if you don't want to, you have to bite the bullet, otherwise you will anger the master, and you will die!

Vampire bats, more than half a meter in size, endured the heat on the huge campfire, carefully sprinkling spices evenly on the bison below.

Half-cooked bison meat that has been roasted, suddenly spiced, after being grilled over a high-temperature flame.

A rich and enticing aroma that far surpasses other ordinary foods is immediately emanated.

At this moment, a discordant voice suddenly sounded.

"Gollum... Gollum..."

Sitting on the edge of the campfire,

A figure in a black robe was trying his best to control the embarrassing sound in his belly because of the temptation brought by the rich smell of meat.

The figure in the black robe is naturally Afra, who was captured by the flame goblins before.

It's just that now Afra has been mastered by this group of monsters, a blue dragon named Ainz.

Declared his personal belongings, Afra's identity becomes a pet.

But although she became a dragon's pet, the other party didn't restrict her much.

As long as Afra doesn't try to do anything stupid about running away, she's free.

Although the price of this relative freedom is too great.

"Gollum... Gollum..."

Smelling the aroma of the roasted bison, Afra, who hadn't eaten a bite of food for nearly two days, couldn't help but swallow again.

She cautiously looked not far away, where the blue dragon was lying on the ground, resting with its eyes closed.

Afra turned her head and continued to hide in her wide black robes, watching the little monsters bust around the campfire of the three roasted bison.

She sighed.

After surviving the initial innermost self-blame, self-esteem, and moral honor and disgrace.

Afra didn't choose to be depressed, and in fact she didn't choose either.

If Afra had been caught by the monsters as written in the adventure book, she would have been able to fool the monsters by making up a set of clumsy lies.

I'm afraid she'd long ago become a corpse.

In fact, the dragon named Ainz on the side was not only extremely powerful, but also far more intelligent than the monster she imagined, and even no less intelligent than being a human being.

It's just that it seems to be kind to talk to yourself.

In Afra's opinion, it was really just a talking attitude towards pets.

This is evident in the dragon's indifference to the monsters of his hands, and the brutality and ferocity of his enemies.

Afra didn't think that if she really provoked the other party, she would still be able to sit here safely.

Therefore, Afra, who figured out this, could only obediently listen to the other party's instructions.

And don't dare to have too much resistance and temper.

Although at the beginning, she also thought that it was better to die.

But the desire to survive, and the teacher's expectation of the eyes before he died, made it impossible for Afra to die so bravely.

"Only take one step at a time, at least as long as the dragon is still interested in him, his safety must be no problem!"

Afra thought silently.

"Gollum..."

The cry of hunger came again from the empty belly.

Afra was about to swallow when a deep voice rang out.

"Afra, are you hungry?"

Hearing this, Afra quickly turned her head.

He saw that the dragon Ainz had come to his side, looking down at him with his hideous, terrifying, and powerful head.

"It's... Yes, Your Excellency! ”

Afra said slightly nervously.

"Hmm!"

"This bison isn't ripe enough, but it's fast!"

"Also, don't call Your Excellency in the future, I don't like it!"

"That's... What's that called? ”

"Call the master!"