It is well known that demons or creatures with demonic blood have a real name. In their lives, their real name is the most important ** and secret. If a demon is known by others whose real name is known, then even if the other party is powerless, he can play with the demon with his real name that has been leaked.

Although ogres do not have the blood of abyssal demons, it is quite strange that every ogre will instinctively pronounce a word or a long sentence when they are born. The ogre's parents will secretly record the word or sentence and tell them when their children reach adulthood.

And the first words that each ogre uttered were their "first name".

It has the same effect as the real names of the demons, and once the first names of the ogres are controlled by others, although they will not be worse than life and death, they will also be greatly restricted. In particular, a contract with the first name as a witness cannot be changed once it has been signed.

Ironhide looked very timid, but Duran knew that this was only a temporary appearance.

Once this ogre awakens the Elite Template, its power will exponentially explode. If Duran had mastered Ironhide's first name, then he could be ordered to work for himself.

At Duran's instructions, two large rock golems came over with a sullen voice, sandwiching the poor ogre between them.

Ironhide trembled with fright, the thing he regretted the most now was that he didn't choose to run away in the first place, and the human in front of him actually wanted to let him tell him his first name.

"He's trying to make me his slave?" Ironhide is much smarter than ordinary ogres, and Duran's calculations are clear to him, but what makes him a little puzzled is that this weak human already has two strong rock golems as thugs, why does he need himself?

The usually witty ogre replied tremblingly, "Uh...... Is this the first name? My first name, my lord, was forgotten by me and me! ”

As soon as this sentence came out, Tie Hide couldn't help but praise himself fiercely in his heart: "Good look, good excuse!" ”

"Forgot?!"

Duran sneered, if it was other ogres who said to themselves that they had forgotten their first name, Duran would still believe it. After all, most ogres are things with well-developed limbs and simple minds, and if they can solve problems with violence, they will definitely not use their brains. In other words, the average ogre lacks enough brain cells to lie - but the character in front of him, who is evaluated as highly intelligent, is it still trivial to lie?

Duran looked up and down at the ogre, who was twice as tall as himself, the light gray skin of the iron skin was indeed very charming, this guy was full of smiles but restrained, and looked like a custom girl who wanted to refuse and be ashamed - Phew, Durán immediately threw this strange metaphor out of his mind - the ugly image of the ogre was too awkward to match this gesture.

"Listen to Ironhide, I know, you're a smart man." Duran tried to pat the ogre on the shoulder, but suddenly found that he was too short, and just wanted to change the target and slapped his hand on the ogre's knee.

Duran patted the guy on the left shoulder with satisfaction and coughed, "You're a smart guy, I can see it." However, I also hope you can see that I don't have much patience. ”

Tin Hide nodded sweatyly.

"Still won't say?" Duran thought to himself: Then I will give you more ingredients!

"Now, since you forgot your first name, I won't embarrass you." Duran took a step back, and suddenly said to the fire-eating beast beside him in surprise as if he had discovered a new continent, "Huh? What a beautiful skin! It's rare for an ogre to have such a beautiful complexion! What do you say, Abu? ”

The fire-eater nodded violently in cooperation, salivating.

Ironhide almost didn't scare the pee.

Duran looked the ogre up and down and left and right with malicious eyes, and sighed, "Such a beautiful skin, if you peel it off-oh excuse, don't be afraid, you don't have to be afraid, I'm just talking about it-well, if you peel it off to make a coat, tut-tut-tut......"

One and Two took another step forward without moving, and poor Ironhide was completely limited in his range of movement, and he was almost sandwiched into a meatloaf by two rock golems.

The timid ogre was finally broken through by fear, and timidly offered his first name: "My lord...... My first name was: Saunders Naracott Breckenridge...... Aaron Bristol...... Bernadette Zoe. ”

Ironhide's speed of speech was very fast, and every letter of his first name seemed to have a special rhythm and magic, and it took half a minute for Ironhide to finish this series of first names.

"Okay, a hundred and nine words in total......" Duran blinked, and although Tin had only said it once, he had memorized it clearly.

It's not that Duran himself is talented, although he is very sensitive to numbers, but his ability to memorize letters is only first-class at best, and he has not reached the point of memorization. What really allowed him to fully grasp the original name of Ironhide was the evil contract, and the first page of the book of contracts in Duran's hand had a list of three more followers under the surnames of the characters.

Two of his followers were naturally tall and mighty rock golems, and the newly emerged Iron Sheet was third, whose first name was so tightly recorded by the Evil Pact that the ogre could no longer escape Duran's grasp.

Iron Sheet was a little dazed, he said it so quickly, he really remembered everything?

He was a little incredulous, this was also a trick played by the witty ogre, his first name was so verbose, under the high speed of speech, the iron skin thought to himself that he couldn't even hear clearly, this guy wasn't bragging, right?

Duran looked at the suspicious look on the ogre's face, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "Ironskin, you are very smart, as a compliment for your right choice, I have decided to take you as my follower." ”

The ogre's first name is often inextricably linked to his later achievements, and generally speaking, the longer the sentence and the more words the first name, the higher the upper limit of the ogre's strength. Ironhide's initial name was one hundred and nine words, and the future was limitless, and of course Duran was in a hurry to take him under his command.

The ogre was a little uneasy, he knew the horror of the power of gold, so he didn't act rashly after the rock golem appeared. However, no matter how the people in the tribe bullied him, it was always his own compatriot blood, and if the human who suddenly appeared in the south of the canyon in front of him was going to be unfavorable to them, what should he do?

The first name was in Duran's hands, and Ironhide was already destined to be unable to disobey his orders. Now Ironhide can only secretly pray that Duran is just bragging, and he doesn't really remember his first name completely, but in the next second, Duran's smile shattered the little luck left in Ironskin's heart:

"Since you want to be my follower, then dear Ironskin, let's sign an ancestral contract......"

Duran blinked, and his mouth fluently pronounced Ironhide's long series of first names.

The ogre's tall, burly body suddenly fell to one knee and surrendered in front of Duran.

"Kiska Ancestral Pact ......" Tin Hidean lowered his head feebly, allowing Duran's fingertips to carve intricate and mysterious patterns on his forehead.

It is a well-known fact that the barbarians worship their ancestors, and the Kiska people invented the ancestral contract in order to subdue the barbarians who are entrenched in the wilderness, and the ancestral contract of the Kiska people is also effective over everything for the ogres who also believe in the ancestors.

“…… I will bless my followers and ...... in the name of Duran"

"Ogre Sanders Narakot Breckenridge...... Aaron Bristol...... Bernadette Zoe must serve me as Lord in this life. ”

Duran's whispered chant finally fell, and the iron sheet whose first name was pronounced had no power to resist, and a corner of his soul was pulled from his forehead by the power of the ancestral contract, turning into a pitch-black bead.

Duran held the small bead in his palm and smiled triumphantly.

At this point, Ironhide had to obey him completely, because if Duran crushed the pitch-black orb, the ogre would die.

"Alright, you don't need to worry too much, the ancestral contract is just a necessary means for me to ensure your loyalty. Believe me, I'm not a cruel murderer, as long as you work well for me, I will return this bead to you in a year's time. ”

Duran smiled and patted the ogre on the shoulder, motioning for him to stand up:

"So would you like to tell me about your ogre tribe in the canyon?"

"Let's start with the guy you hate the most."

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