It took a hundred years before and after, and this group of ogres finally conquered the kobold mountain range completely.

The war tempered the ogre tribe, who glorified the heroic ogre and spurned all cowardice in war.

The ogre paid for it with a huge amount of armor, a hundred years of stagnation, a hundred years of bloody sacrifice.

But it was all worth it, and large numbers of kobolds were brought from the mountains to the woodlands to work under ogre slavery.

The old leader dies, and the new leader succeeds, just as good as the previous one. Two hundred years later, the ogre tribe has finally grown to new heights.

The entire jungle of Zult is full of ogres, or strongholds. Nearly fifty thousand ogres are scattered in all corners of the jungle.

"Housekeeper, a serving of cold fresh meat and two cups of dark red juice will do." The high priest's apprentice said to the kobold butler who was standing aside.

It was a woodland, and the trees were cut down to become plains, and the plains had no caves, so some ogres built simple houses out of wood and simple fired bricks.

The kobold butler asks one kobold cook to fetch the fresh meat from the ice cellar, and another kobold cook to make the black red sauce.

Soon, the meal was delivered to the low table in front of the apprentice and the high priest.

The ogres still hadn't recovered their chairs, but were sitting on clean straw mats.

"The chief has decided to build a new city in Gasland Bay, and has his headquarters there?" One of the two apprentices raised his head to look at the teacher, and the other took the wine jar with his hand and poured a glass of wine for the teacher.

"Yes, according to last year's statistics, there are already as many as fifty thousand ogres. The jungle of Chult is already a little too much for us.

According to the expedition's report, there is likewise a very large jungle east of Gasland Bay.

But there is a mountain range of Hazur between the two, and if we don't build a city in Gasland Bay, the ogre won't be able to cross the bay to the Desaira River on the other side.

And if we can't go up the Desay River, we'll have to go around the Khazur Mountains, which is not worth it.

And if the tribe wants to open up new territory, it can't let the headquarters be too biased. Placing the main part in the middle is the best option.

The current headquarters is actually in a good environment, but unfortunately there are too many people.

There are more than 10,000 ogres in the main city alone. Too much. The High Priest repeated.

"Except for more than 10,000 ogres in the headquarters. There are twenty-two of them on the scale of 1,000 people.

There were one hundred and forty-seven of them, and there were a few strongholds remaining.

This distribution is already a bit crowded, and in recent years, more and more people have been born to ogres every year, so it is not possible to consider new activity spaces.

There may be more than 1,000 ogres born this year. The high priest said again.

The apprentice didn't answer, but instead thought about it, with both heads facing in one direction.

"By the way, does the leader have clear instructions for the curse?" After a while, the High Priest asked.

"It's not good, the leader has been asking more and more of us in recent years. It takes a lot of effort to study spells, but it takes us so much time to teach the knowledge we have so hard to acquire to ogres who have no talent at all.

And teaching and literacy, aren't there already other ogres and kobolds doing it, why do you want us to do it?

And not all ogres can learn to spell fire. The apprentice complained, and the two heads gulped down two glasses of dark red juice.

"Now there are about 500 people in the tribe who can spell fire. The sacrificial group accounted for two hundred.

The Guardian Regiment accounted for a hundred, the Education Regiment accounted for a hundred, and the Curse Fire Research Regiment accounted for another hundred.

I have taught you that in the early days there were not many priests, and sacrifices and priests were the same, but later there were more priests, and there was a distinction.

Ever since the tribe had sacrifices, it has always been priests who have studied and taught mantras.

But as the tribe grows, this power cannot be controlled by us forever.

First, the Guardian Group recruited ogres who could spell fire, then tried to popularize spell fire in the field of education, and then separated the study of spell fire from the sacrifice. The high priest sighed.

"I think it won't be long before the Education and Curse Research will merge, and with the help of the leader, they should still be able to overwhelm us.

At that time, more children will be able to learn from the education group, whether it is words, spells, fires, or even sacrifices. ”

"How can this be!" The two heads of the apprentice said urgently.

"Teacher, I mean." The apprentice softened: "The priest has been in charge of the ritual of the tribe since ancient times, and has been committed to the study of spell fire.

Our independence and contribution to the spell fire is unquestionable, how can we say that if it is gone, it will be gone. ”

The high priest glanced at him: "Hehe, what's the hurry, it can't be now."

However, the boss has done a good job, and this method does allow for a purer development of knowledge and spell fire.

Those who prioritize the consideration of the tribe will not object.

The ogres who devoted themselves to the path of sacrifice would not care too much about this.

The foundation of the priesthood has always been sacrifice, and our study of the curse fire is still the deepest, and the leaders will not give up on us. The high priest glanced at his apprentice again.

"Even those ogres who only care about their own strength won't care, they will even approve of it, how good the exchange competition is.

Perhaps only those who cared about their own power, or the power of the priesthood, would be worried about the decline of the priesthood. The high priest sighed again.

"Teacher, I ......" The apprentice was still talking, but was stopped.

"Don't be afraid, I don't blame you, the priest line is indeed in decline." The high priest stood up.

"Let's go, let's go to the backyard and we'll have activities, I haven't fought you for a long time, let me see how you are doing now."

The two of them went out of the house and into the backyard. There was no scenery within the fence of the backyard, only a meadow.

The apprentice ran to the opposite side of the high priest and stood up.

"It's still the same as before, if you can make a dead hand, you will have a dead hand." The battle between ogres never ends at any point.

In a moment, both sides were ready.

The apprentice took the lead in condensing his magic power, and with a flick of his arm, the ice ball in his palm struck at the high priest.

In a flash, the High Priest said, "When will the ogre stand still and face his enemies?" ”

So the two ogres ran around, and soon, the two fought together.

In this purely physical confrontation, although the two were evenly matched, the apprentice still had a slight advantage, he was young, and he was double-headed.

"Teacher, it's up to me." As soon as the apprentice's words fell, blue and red rays appeared on his two hands.

"The advantage of the two-headed ogre, I really can't envy it." The priest's upper hand also lit up with a yellow light.

This light is the power of the fire. There are many different powers of spell fire, and each spell fire has many different uses, and even the same spell fire can exhibit two very different abilities: healing and destroying.

With the help of the ogre's strong body, the curse fire can directly confront the enemy, and it can also possess and strengthen itself.

With the addition of the curse, the battle between the two became white-hot, and soon the high priest was clearly at a disadvantage.

"It looks like I'm still old, and I'm going to have to get something out of the bottom of the box. You can show me your tricks, too. The two pushed away, and the high priest gasped.

The apprentice nodded, his hands were folded, the blue and red mangs were intertwined, and then the hands were separated, and both hands were already red and blue.

The High Priest, on the other hand, looked unremarkable, except that the yellow glow of his hands twisted and vibrate.

The two charged again, collided, and threw punches.

Long.

"Why ......," the apprentice muttered.

"Because you're wrong." The High Priest said lightly.

Looking at the two of them again, the high priest's left wrist was already empty, and he didn't know where it went, and the palm of his right hand was unnaturally twisted.

And the apprentice's chest has broken a rather large penetration, almost breaking it to the chest.

"I can't let the priesthood ruin in your hands, and I can't let the tribe go in the wrong direction." Let go of the apprentice and let him fall to the ground, the high priest said to the apprentice's corpse.