"These three ogres must be able to meet the needs of the ruler of the dragon's nest, what price should they offer?" thought Epicurus, who was riding on a Bactrian camel.

The scene of the three-headed monster being introduced by the slave fighters in the gladiatorial arena with enthusiasm and the scattered spit stars still seems to be still in my ears at this time.

"These are rare desert ogre triplet brothers, fierce lions who are as well-behaved as kittens in front of them, who can catch up with the fastest horses on foot with their legs outstretched, and whose bast ...... with ordinary blades"

There is no doubt that these introductory words worked, and Epicurus spent a lot of money at the time to buy the three ogre brothers. However, when the first order to disarm them was given, it was rejected by the three brothers and the head of the gladiatorial arena.

"Weapons are what they bought for their freedom, armor and other equipment are the reward for winning gladiatorial battles, this is their own personal property! even if you buy their contract, you have no right to take it away, if you insist on it, according to the rules, you have to personally challenge the three brothers to win in order to take their private property. ”

Epicurus remembered the slave trader explaining to him in all seriousness.

"May the eternal blazing sun bask your bones......" Although it was two months ago, Epicurus still cursed involuntarily when he remembered it.

The next game is to fight the ogre according to the rules of the gladiatorial arena! None of the slaves I bought before had the same good equipment and terrible strength as the three of them, so naturally it didn't matter. However, in the case of the three ogre brothers, it was still difficult for Epicurus to hire dozens of slave hunters as hired samurai in the gladiatorial arena at a discounted price.

During the escort, the samurai reported on more than one occasion that the ogres did not seem to take the cast-iron shackles between their legs seriously, and even the strongest ogre, named Naru, even broke the chains himself during breaks, as if trying to put a chain on his weapon......

The desert is cold at night due to the fact that the sand does not retain heat, but this is nothing for a real ghoul with thick skin.

Desert ogres have much better eyesight than humans, and although they don't yet have the dark vision to see objects in complete darkness, they can still see everything around them easily with such dim vision in the glow of the stars and moon.

"The little man at the front of the line, called 'Master', always looked at us secretly, as if he was afraid that we would eat him. ”

Blue, who had been educated by his brother's stick, continued to flip through the "Ogre Gourmet Cooking Guide" to himself, and said to his two brothers in a very small voice.

"Well, that little man is a miser. The chain for us was so bad that it broke when I pulled it, and it couldn't fit on my ebony staff. "Naru, the strongest of the three ogre brothers who spoke.

"Nalu, you stupid big man, this chain is afraid that we will run away and want to tie our shackles, but the quality is too inferior. Palu held the cane made of the spine and skull of some creature, and tapped the shackles on his feet, as if something liquid had left out of the skull at the top of the cane's head, and the shackles that touched the liquid directly emitted a corroded "hiss" sound.

The three ogre brothers are wilderness ogres, who need less food and are physically stronger than the environmental ogres.

Blue always has an idea. His dream was to be a foodie. It was he who knew about the big gladiatorial arena in Chaka City from the mouths of the villains who were caught as food before, and came up with the good idea of becoming a gladiator himself and exchanging weapons and armor equipment. In the gladiatorial arena, he learned to read, collected food books, and learned from books that the ancient sea was full of huge and fat-filled whales. To this end, he used all the metal weapons he exchanged for to create the "Whaling Fork", which is necessary for his future food.

Naru always has strength. His dream was to become a blacksmith. It was a craft he had learned from a book that was shorter than the usual little people. He likes to stand in front of the furnace and swing a hammer to craft weapons for his brother and himself. The molten iron that had scalded him became the armor that protected him. In the gladiatorial arena, he was always the first of the three brothers to charge, smashing his opponent's skull with the ebony staff in his hand, not only to prove his courage with brute force, but also to test whether his weapon was strong enough and whether the ramming horns on his armor were sharp enough.

Palu always has a potion. His dream was to become a pharmacist. The tribe's original troll witch doctor taught him to identify plants, identify animals, taste toxins, and make potions. In order to thank this selfless teacher, Palu didn't even care if he was not a real ogre, let his body rest in his body after death, and then made the old troll's spine and skull into a voodoo cane, so that he could still enjoy the fun of fighting with him after death! In the Colosseum, Palu devoted himself to spreading the power of voodoo, concentrating on collecting all kinds of materials for cultivating voodoo, and after each battle, he always had a magical potion to make his brother heal his wounds and recover his strength as quickly as possible.

These are the three ogre brothers, Blue always has an idea! Naru always has strength! Palu always has a potion!

Fearless, brave and strong.

The desert road at night came to an end with a glimmer of light on the horizon.

At the front of the procession, Epicurus, the leader of the merchants, gave the order: "Set up camp on the shady side of the dunes, set up a guard post, and form a circle of camel caravans, and drive all the 'goods' in." ”

With the sound of arrangement, the whole camel team was busy in an orderly manner according to the way that it had already been familiar with.

There is a large rock on the shady side of the dune, and it is a good place to rest when the ground is dug a little and the shade cloth is laid. Of course, this kind of place is only qualified by caravan managers and hired samurai.

Luckily, there is a small cactus forest around this rock, and the slaves who are "cargo" can enjoy the precious shade of the day as long as they are careful to avoid the sharp thorns of the cactus.

The Ogre Brothers' huge size could not completely avoid the needles in this cactus forest, but they didn't care too much, the tough skin could provide good protection, and the needles of this cactus could not hurt them, they could only be crushed and broken.

Sitting on the ground, leaning against a huge cactus, Palu carefully took out a small box made of wood from the broken bag behind him, opened the box and pulled out some dark green goo with a pungent smell, and carefully divided two portions to his brother.

It was a voodoo potion he had concocted on the basis of the knowledge of the Old Troll Church, and it was refined using the witch doctor's method based on the principle that plants could absorb energy through sunlight. Although this ointment cannot be eaten directly, it can bring a touch of coolness in the daytime sun exposure and can make up for the energy lost by living beings in the scorching sun. He named the new potion "energy ointment".

"Palu, Naru, these cacti taste good. You can keep some in my gourmet box, would you like to try it too" Blue excitedly used his "whaling fork" to cut open the prickly skin of the cactus, carefully cut the juicy stems into small cubes, and tossed them into his mouth from time to time to chew and taste. The slight toxins in cacti can cause deadly electrolyte imbalances in humans, but for the amazingly digestive, toxin-resistant ogre gourmet, these toxins seem like a novelty condiment.

The strongest Naru was immersed in improving the angle of the striking angles on his armor after applying the "energy ointment" handed by Paru, and from time to time he would pick up a heavy ebony barb and tighten the heavy metal armor wrapped around the staff. Although he sat on the ground, he was still much taller than a normal person, and from time to time the loud sound of striking his weapon and armor with a hammer made the other slaves who had been walking around for a night and were anxious to rest very irritating, but they dared not speak angrily.