"Find a little man,"

"Hit him,"

"Hit him hard,"

"Hit until no sound comes out,"

"Throw it into the fire, don't wait for it to be scorched,"

"Just eat him. ”

Reading a book called "The Ogre's Guide to Gourmet Cooking", Blue was reading the recipe in the book, as if he was memorizing.

If it weren't for the pig iron chains hanging from his feet that collided with each other from time to time, the sturdy ogre slave would have looked like a scholar trying to read.

"Don't make a noise, stupid filthy ......," the samurai wandered through the ranks of slaves on horseback, intending to give a warning to the annoying monster who had been thinking about it incessantly.

But before the tip of his whip could touch the monster, the two equally large and strong ogres behind the monster cast unkind glances at him, and in the dark night, these eyes glowed faintly light green.

Seemingly, it seems to be looking at the "food".

The samurai grunted and swallowed, scolding "a litter of monsters", and the whip struck the desert horse's hips under his crotch slightly, and ran further back of the slave ranks.

Blue, Naru, and Palu are rare ogre triplets.

The average adult ogre is more than 9-10 cubits, or about three meters, and 500-700 pounds, which is nearly one-third of a ton. These trolls generally have a single horn on their heads, and their bodies are protected by light blue and yellowish nodulous skin and a thick layer of fat.

To other sapient beings, ogres are stupid, ugly, and greedy large humanoid creatures, one of those who are evil by nature. They are social creatures that are highly adaptable to the external natural environment, and can survive tenaciously even if they do not eat or drink for a month. They live by raiding tribes of other intelligent beings or by hunting. The flesh and blood of various humanoids is their favorite food, and it is precisely because of this that this race is called "ogres", and they will even eat the corpses of their dead kinds.

But in the ogre's own eyes, it's the opposite.

Even the young ogres can use giants, orcs, and gnolls in addition to their own language. The smarter ones can also learn human language, even the complex elven language and the awkward dragon language, which is obviously not stupid but a sign of wisdom.

As for the love of flesh and blood of humanoids, it is only one type of appetite. In fact, in addition to hunting and plundering, ogres rarely torture and enslave other races or even their own race like other intelligent beings. As for eating the corpses of the same kind, it is to allow the flesh and blood of the compatriots to continue to live in their own bodies. Ogres never take the initiative to kill their own people for food, which is dishonorable.

At the same time, compared to other races of lesser people, ogres rarely discriminate against such sentiments. For their fellow citizens, even the weak cubs and the old who have only one breath left, the tribe will share the harvest food for them and protect them. And as long as the characteristics of the ogre race can be fully understood, any race can form a hunting group with them and share the harvest.

Of course, few other intelligent beings are able to understand this "ogre philosophy". In fact, with the exception of a few trolls and orcs with similar customs, few sapient beings can be hunting companions rather than food ingredients for ogre populations.

Powerful, cunning, and accustomed to solving all problems with violence is the common perception of other intelligent beings about the ogre.

"Don't read it out, Blue, I'm tired of eating these fermented animal offal and dry food made from wheat bran,"

Driving away the patrolling samurai was as if to do a trivial thing. Naru, one of the ogre triplets, brandished a giant barbed ebony with a staggering weight, and tapped Ogre Blue's head lightly.

To others it was tantamount to murder, but to the thick-skinned ogre brothers it was a simple joke.

"It hurts, I broke my head, and Blue can't remember the recipes in these books......"

The other brother, Paru, laughed heartlessly, and the three-headed ogre's slapstick sounded like a loud roar to the other creatures, causing everyone else in the ranks to stay as far away as possible.

The ogre brothers' slapstick reached the front of the group, and the caravan leader on the Bactrian camel frowned, intending to have a seizure, but finally gave up.

"Don't irritate those three-headed monsters, in case of a real riot, these hired samurai are afraid that they won't be able to suppress it......" Remembering the memorable scene of seeing the three ogre brothers slaughter in the Colosseum, the merchant's brow jumped uncontrollably.

The merchant sat on a Bactrian camel, holding the dragon scale badge bestowed by the legendary dragon Salotta. In order to conserve water, they can only travel at night, the night of the desert is always more lively than the blazing day, and only the breath of the badge bestowed by Salotta can ensure that they can safely navigate the desert ruled by the dragon's lair.

They started from Chaka, a city of gravel and salt lakes, a city built near an ancient saline lake and the largest producer of salt in the Medici Empire. With the exception of a few noble people who were able to consume fine sea salt from more distant coastal cities, most of the salt needed for the Medici diet was produced from the several large salt farms around the city of Chaka.

Countless caravans selling salt came to Chaka, making the city always crowded and noisy. The most noisy place is the colosseum made of gravel in this commercial city.

The Colosseum is always full, and when the game is performed, fierce beasts are released from the ring, people are driven to the stage, beasts want to eat people, people want to fight! slave gladiators, all kinds of fierce beasts want to use flesh and blood, roar, and wail to delight the audience from all over the world. Only the bravest and fearless fighters will be able to get a chance of survival.

These fighters of all races are the bravest and most fearless of their own race, and they are also the most valuable ones as slaves.

As a tributary merchant authorized by the ruler of the Dragon's Lair, Epicurus was to sell the best slaves from all over the world to the Dragon's Lair to meet the needs of the great and brutal Duke of Thunder and the legendary dragon Salotta to form a dependant army and build the Dragon's Lair.

And the supply of the Chaka Gravel Colosseum is always of the highest quality, and the strong and powerful slaves are never like other places, trained to the standards of "Bait" obedient but weak.

In the Dragon's Lair "tribute", the slaves that were shipped were sold, and the new goods harvested could be sold in a city like Nome. In exchange, every gold pharaoh, silver kate, and copper deben was used to purchase spices that were scarce in the interior and more expensive than gold, and then sold back to inland commercial cities such as Chaka to earn more profits. In this way, a solid business cycle is formed.

Merchants chase profits, and the circulation of goods leads to the growth of profits.

"This is the secret that belongs to Epicurus, and this is the secret of the prosperity of the Epicurus family, which will rise in the future!"