That night.

Guided by the "Ancestral Spirits", the Broken Ridge ogres set up an altar and waited for all spirits to send blessings and distribute communion to the ogres.

According to the Soul of the Ancestors, those who have partaken of the sacrament will have access to greater power. "Eating something gives you the power of that thing" has always been the purest concept in ogre ideology, symbolizing the simple aspirations of the people of Broken Ridge.

In the traditional culture of ogres, as long as you eat long strip-shaped things can aphrodisiac, eat hammer-shaped things to enlarge your breasts, eat more black food to make your fur color black, eat more brains to replenish your brain, eat placenta to replenish stem cells, fish and human flesh can brighten your eyes, dwarf calf meat can increase movement speed, wind element residue can replenish qi, fire element residue can warm the stomach, water element residue can moisten the lungs, and earth element residue can cultivate yuan and consolidate the foundation......

In short, ogres have their own views on food.

Of course, in the eyes of other races, the ogre race has not changed much over the past few thousand years, except for the fact that the ogre has a better and better appetite.

But the ogres were dismissive of the opinions of other races: "Whew...... You small, uncivilized race! You don't understand anything, and the reason why you don't believe in the miraculous healing of food is because there are fewer and fewer good chefs these days. When you actually meet a chef who can bring out the best in the ingredients, you won't say that. ”

The famous adventurer Brian Copperbeard's annotation of the "good cook" in the ogre language is - "a mythical character who will always exist only in legends, but no one has ever seen it." ”

Therefore, when the "Soul of the Ancestor King" told them that the "Holy Communion" could be granted, the entire Broken Ridge Clan boiled. Because he knew that this was what they had been looking for for thousands of years, and that the ancestors of ogres were indeed the wisest, and that "eating to become a god" was indeed something that could be achieved at the level of gods.

we_are_what_we_eat.

Don't think that Moch, after a few years of Western science education, will doubt this theory.

In fact, Mochi is also a big believer in "what you eat, what you eat".

Mochi has a good friend who has loved to eat barbecue lamb at the school gate since he was a child, and his parents give him some money to eat barbecue after school. Just last year, Mochi's friend finally got his wish and joined a restaurant chain called "Abdullah Barbecue" and became a glorious barbecue chef.

So, it makes sense for our parents to warn us not to eat at roadside stalls from an early age. Mochi likes to eat KFC, but every time he sees the beard of Colonel KFC and the tail feathers of a white-feathered chicken being the same color, Mochi feels inexplicably uneasy.

Back to Alterac Castle,

The leader of the Broken Ridge Clan, Margs Thor, was dressed up for tonight's event - he wore a very crudely made metal crown and a red cloak like a sheet behind him.

Magthor stood on a high platform, excitedly awaiting the day of glory.

The open space below the high platform was also crowded with tall and strong ogres.

It seems that all ogres disagree, telling everyone that "this is all very unreasonable".

If the ancestral spirits were truly powerful, why didn't the food appear directly in front of each ogre, and take the trouble of bringing communion from outside the city?

This is an obvious flaw, but no ogre has raised objections.

Scholars in Azeroth refer to this widespread phenomenon in ogre societies as collective irrationality, in which each ogre thinks about how to make himself eat more in the face of the temptation of food, and no one wonders if the food itself is a trap.

Margothor ordered his men to open the gates, squinting into the distance.

Just when the ogre was a little impatient, the sound of wheels spinning was heard in the distance.

Rumble –

A huge wooden carriage came into view, the carriage was so large that even an ogre could easily sit on it, and the fully enclosed carriage was dragged forward by six horses in front of it.

Many ogres drooled at the sight of these shiny fur horses, thinking that they would have to eat them after they had eaten the sacrament.

As the carriage slowly approached, the ogre noticed that there were three of them in total.

The ogres let out a cheer.

The carriage was moving so slowly that even the ogres could tell that there must be a lot of stuff in it. As the carriage got closer and closer, the ogres saw the "sign" in front of the carriage - a huge bloody palm print, which was really the symbol of the Broken Ridge clan.

"Holy Communion! Communion! Communion! Communion! ”

Amid the shouts of the ogres, three huge carriages slowly drove into the castle. The ruts of the carriage were deep, and the wheels sank five inches into the soft mud.

"A good-looking carriage must be full of delicious food." Margothor was eager to immediately order his men to unload the food from the car. But he knew that he couldn't do it yet, it was disrespectful to the ancestors.

There was no coachman in the carriage, but the horse was very spiritually pulled it to the altar. Once again, Magos Thor sighed in her heart at the wonder of the power of the ancestors.

"My children, and my people."

Suddenly, a high-pitched voice echoed through the castle.

The ogres looked up and saw the ghost of the former King Magsol floating above the altar.

"For the sake of the Broken Ridge Clan, eat it!"

As soon as the words fell, the three sides of the carriage were lowered. A wide variety of fine food is on display on the car – a juicy roast steak, a roast ham charred on the outside and tender on the inside, a roast leg of lamb with a fragrant aroma......

There was no time to see the face of the soul of the former king, and the ogres rushed to the food in a swarm. Seeing that his people rushed to the food without waiting for his order, Magthor jumped off the platform with a sledgehammer and smashed three of his men who did not know how to make way for the leader before reaching the carriage.

Broken Ridge ogres, young and old, joined in the rush for food.

Not far away, on the city wall, a fish-man in a black cloak was watching all this coldly.