Moglock was still remembering the snake he had eaten last night.

It was a 'small' snake measuring only two meters in length and covered with a pale blue ring, which had been caught by the Nord man named "Barrett" at the front of the line.

The snake was hanging upside down in a patch of purple-blue vines hanging from a fir tree, and it was well hidden, and Moglock did not notice it at all. But the Nord man walked straight over and pulled it out of the vine.

The man gripped the head of the little snake with his left hand and let it hiss menacingly. The little snake wrapped its body around the Nord's thick arm, but when the Nord's left hand was a little stronger, the snake drooped and fell motionless.

This is a humanoid with good eyes, a strong body, and a very good cook, which is especially important. Moglock glanced at the Nords at the front and swallowed quietly.

Of course, this action does not mean that the ogre Moglock has "no thoughts" about the Nord. He doesn't eat human flesh, and although Moglock did, he didn't like it. Take 10,000 steps back, no matter how delicious human flesh is, he won't eat it, because Master Barron won't allow it.

What Mage Barron wouldn't allow, Moglock wouldn't do! He's very good, he's going to be a good ogre! Because good ogres will win rewards, and bad ogres will be punished. Moglock didn't like punishment, no, it should be said, he was terrified of Mage Barron's punishment. Even now, when he thinks about those punishments, he still shuddered from the depths of his soul.

Moglock drooled because of last night's snake meal. Yes, about two meters of snake meat can only be regarded as a small meal for Moglock, who eats a lot.

The snake meat roasted by the Nords is very well cooked, it tastes more chewy than beef, more delicious than clams, and when chewed carefully, it can also taste a little sweet, and the ogre likes it very much.

He also liked the snail stew from the previous two days, and this somewhat strange forest was like a food warehouse full of surprises to Moglock. If you look closely, it seems that there is a lot of food everywhere.

"How long will we have to chase before we catch up with that frost bug?" the ogre heard Estelle asking the Nord.

"Hopefully it will be before dinner. The Nord replied. He used the word 'hope', not 'should' or 'affirmation'. This shows that he is not sure about this either.

"Frost insects don't sleep in winter, they hunt and feed all the time, with only brief breaks in between. "But judging by the traces, we shouldn't be too far from it. ”

They said that Moglock didn't care at all, anyway, when he found the bug, he would knock it out with a hammer, and that's it. He just needs to control the strength and not kill the bug at once, after all, the task requires it to be alive.

Actually, if you really kill the frost worm, it's also a good thing. Moglock is a very intelligent ogre, and he has his own thoughts. If the frostworm is killed 'accidentally', the frostworm's corpse will certainly not be wasted, and the Nords will turn the worm into tasty food.

Moglock had eaten crickets, scorpions, ants, chubby bee pupae and a mealworm that tasted like shrimp and had a nutty taste, but he had never eaten a frost bug. What does this big bug smell like?

The ogre glanced sideways at Mapra, the dwarf who was sitting on his shoulder, and saw that the little man was actually in a daze, which was very rare.

The Great Ogre and the Little Gnome are on good terms, and neither of them speaks very much in the group, or rather, neither of them is very fond of expressing their opinions. They just need to do their job, and those miscellaneous things naturally have Will and Estelle to worry about.

In the past, the vigilance and probing work in the 'nasty novel' team were all done by this little dwarf on Moglock's shoulder, and the little one's big round eyes were always vigilantly scanning the surroundings, like a squirrel. But now, the Nord people do all this work very well, and they are strong adventurers.

Just like Ellund, he was a very reliable person.

Thinking about Erlund made the ogre feel a little sad, so much so that even his longing for food dropped a little. Elund is also a Nord, and unlike this Nord named Barrett, who often has a serious face on his face, Erlund always likes to laugh. That laughter always reminds Moglock of the frogs in the blisters on a rainy day as a kid – noisy, but cheerful, because it means spring and good food.

Thinking of food, the ogre's mood is much better. He stared wide-eyed, observing his surroundings as carefully as a Nord. But his observation is judging what can be eaten and what needs to be processed before it can be eaten.

Frogs are edible and snails are edible and can only be eaten after processing. Moglock used to eat frogs as a child, and he loved this 'little snack' that jumps. At that time, he was only half a head older than the dwarf in front of him, and lived in an ogre clan called 'Rock Mallet'. In Moglock's limited childhood memories, he vaguely remembered that the patriarch of the Rockhammer Clan was an ogre wizard with two heads open and could cast spells like a mage. But the wizard patriarch seemed to only have 1 or 2 spells, and each time he cast them, it would take many days before they could be cast again.

The patriarch was a grumpy ogre, and the two heads on his shoulders were always arguing with each other. As a child, Moglock sometimes thought that it would be easy to cut off one of the heads if he didn't want to fight, these big ogres were so stupid.

The ogre Moglock showed extraordinary 'intelligence' from an early age, and often took great pleasure in it!

But before Moglock could tell his patriarch about his brilliant idea, the entire ogre clan was wiped out by a group of humans who rode horses and put themselves in tin cans. And the patriarch with two heads open was also casually pointed at by a human mage who was traveling with him, and he cut off both of his own heads.

This was similar to Moglock's brilliant idea, except that the number of slashes was slightly larger.

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Moglock survived because he was young, was captured and sold as a slave to the circus, and then traveled many times to the city that floated in the sky.

Moglock later learns that the Rockhammer Clan was wiped out because they attacked a small human village in the distance and captured some humans for food for the winter. In fact, Moglock had also been given a bit of human meat, and he tasted it, but he didn't like it, at least not as good as frogs, let alone snakes and clams.

"What do we need to pay attention to in the battle with frost worms?" the half-elf's voice reached the ogre's ears again.

It had nothing to do with me, Mogrock subconsciously ignored the words, ready to continue thinking about the more 'important' things about eating. But he suddenly forced himself to turn his attention back to those words.

It's his job to do something about fighting, and it's something to do with him.

"Actually, I haven't really fought the frostworms. "If the she-lizard is still around, maybe we can ask 'her.'" The Nord man said a little joke with a serious expression. Will Mage and the half-elves curled the corners of their mouths in a glamorous manner.

"I haven't actually fought it, but I know a little bit about how the frostworm fights. "The frost worm's body can produce extreme cold, which can cause damage to any creature that comes near it, it will also breathe cone-shaped cold like the winter wolf, and the pair of jaws with sharp teeth at the tip of its head are its main attack, so be especially careful, except for our big ogre." The Nord pointed at Moglock, "I don't think anyone can resist it." ”

"In addition to this, the frostworm has a special sarcoma in its head, and during the battle, that sarcoma emits a strange trilling sound, which shocks the frostworm's enemies from the mind, causing them to be in a trance, standing still, and then dying under the attack of the giant jaw. The Nord looked at the little gnome on Moglock's shoulder, "To avoid accidents, we'd better destroy the tribrato-making sarcoma as soon as possible.....

"Leave it to me!" Moglock replied in a flat voice as he heard his little friend on his shoulder.

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