"You mean the ogre is after your people?"

After three months, Abdul-Jabbar finally learned the language spoken by the local Minotaur, and after three months with Abdul-Jabbar, the Minotaur was released from his imprisonment as a good friend. The Minotaur Chief Bloodhoof even told Abdul-Jabbar the truth of the matter, the entire Kagara continent is now full of this kind of creatures that are larger than the Minotaur's body size, they are brutal and bloodthirsty, and they slaughter the indigenous people of this continent without mercy - Minotaurs.

"This is a very bad situation indeed. ”

Hearing the elaboration of the minotaur chief Bloodhoof, Jabbar couldn't help frowning, if the situation stated by Bloodhoof is true, these simple, kind and even somewhat cute minotaurs will not face an ordinary opponent, but an invader whose strength is far above all the aborigines, and the strongest beasts in the Kagara continent are estimated to be unable to fight against these ogres.

"But they are not many, if not very few, and if we unite all the Minotaur tribes, we can even surround them ten to one. ”

Seeing Abdul-Jabbar frown, lost in thought, the Minotaur Chief Bloodhoof explained another phenomenon.

"Then you can't beat them for Mao?"

Abdul-Jabbar was a little depressed and annoyed. This thing always talks halfway, first saying the worst to make others worry, and then slowly explaining it again. It was as if he had made a draft before he spoke. Playing with Lao Tzu?

"In the beginning, we won and forced them back to shore. But then, these able-bodied ogres enslaved a weak local race, the barbarians. ”

"What's that?"

Hearing this term, Abdul-Jabbar was a little confused. Barbarians?

"It's a small but large population. ”

Bloodhoof seems to explain the species, but it doesn't seem to explain it clearly in the adjective vocabulary of the minotaur...... But Abdul-Jabbar can figure out what kind of creature it is by his own mind.

"How short is it?"

Uncle Orc asked, looking at the Minotaur.

"It's like you. ”

"I'm going to do it, you mean I'm short?"

Jabbar wanted to ask what kind of creature the barbarians were talking about in Bloodhoof's mouth, but this stupid Minotaur directly compared it to the orc in front of him. No speaking skills at all.

Anyway, your Minotaur IQ is at this level? Jabbar was very depressed in his heart, but he had to endure it, and sometimes it was a kind of helplessness to be with Dumeng. Speaking is completely out of context.

"No, it's not ......"

Hearing Abdul-Jabbar's rhetorical question, Bloodhoof hurriedly stretched out his hands and kept swinging, indicating that he didn't mean that......

"But they're about the same size as you......"

Jabbar thought that the minotaur's cuteness was over, but he didn't expect the bloody hoof to burst out again in the next second. I rub, I finally know why there are more of you than others, and you will be blown up by others, IQ is a hard injury. Abdul-Jabbar thought so, full of depression.

"Okay, I'm short, okay. ”

"That's what happened to the ogres after they enslaved the barbarians?"

Abdul-Jabbar hung his head helplessly, nibbled on a peach, and continued to ask.

"After the ogres enslaved the barbarians, they forced them to fight against us. These barbarians are not as strong as us, and their physical strength is not as good as ours, but there are too many of them, and there are waves of attacks, seven or eight dwarfs around our warriors and chopping them, and even the strongest minotaur warriors are finally chopped into pulp by them. ”

Bloodhoof said, showing a bit of helplessness in his words.

"Oh, that's right, have you been looking for reinforcements, since the ogre can get the barbarians to attack you. ”

Looking at Bloodhoof's sad look, Abdul-Jabbar asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, the forest trolls have promised to help us defeat the ogres, knowing that if we are defeated, they will not be at peace, and that the ogres will rule the entire continent, including their forests. ”

Bloodhoof replied. The thick tone was like a large drum covered with several layers of cowhide, and each one had a deep whisper, which made Jabbar feel a little dull.

"Isn't that great? So you have allies too. ”

"But the troll tribe is too scattered like us, some forest trolls are willing to help us, some are not, the largest faction of the troll tribe - the dark trolls, choose neutrality, they think that even if the ogres conquer us, it is impossible to conquer them, the dark trolls think that there are no creatures on this continent that can conquer them, so as long as these dark trolls do not spread to the doorstep, they will not choose to take the initiative. ”

The more Bloodhoof explained, the more Jabbar learned more about the continent's strife. The biggest problem with the whole war, Abdul-Jabbar felt was that the minotaurs lacked the support of their allies, and the ogres cleverly used these barbarian natives to attack their own neighbors.

It stands to reason that ogres are huge, have well-developed limbs, and should have a simple mind, but in this world, ogres have become conspirators, which is simply unreasonable, but at the moment Abdul-Jabbar doesn't have so much to think about, since the minotaur accepts him, then he is an ally of these old cows, or one of them, and he must quickly find a way out for these stupid cows, otherwise, the ogre will attack and say goodbye himself. Abdul-Jabbar has no fear of death, but it is better to live than to die, and if he dies again, his soul does not know where to go.

The bloody hooves sat in place, and the two huge cow feet stretched out straight out, this action was like a bear child covered with fat, I don't know how they fought, but if the image in front of them is only cute, even if the gods go down to earth, they can't save this race.

"Perhaps you can send someone to meet the barbarian leaders secretly and tell them that you have the power to free them from ogre bondage?"

Abdul-Jabbar thought for a moment, and threw out a sentence that seemed to make sense, but was actually illogical.

"But how do we get rid of them? The ogres were eating and drinking in their camp, and staring at them with their whips, and we went in like that, and were soon discovered by the tall ogres. ”

Bloodhoof looked at the "small" orc in front of him with a puzzled look, in fact, he was not very short, and if he stood up, Jabbar should be able to reach the minotaur's shoulder. It's just that in the Minotaur society, this alien species is considered small.

"Maybe I can do it, they know you, but they don't know me. ”

Jabbar suddenly had a bold idea, but as soon as the words were spoken, the orc uncle regretted it, didn't he push himself into the fire pit? Maybe he could save the minotaur and save the barbarians, but in doing so, all the risks were on his own...... Okay, just take an adventure, anyway, you come out for the sake of taking risks, to hone yourself by not changing the harsh environment, and to forget about Raphael......

"No, I can't risk my friend's life. ”

Bloodhoof glanced at Abdul-Jabbar, and without even thinking about it, replied.

Although the words are simple, it makes the orc uncle move and weep, a foreign race who has only known and dated himself for three months, treats himself as a brother, what a simple and kind race, if they are allowed to disappear into this world like this, it is really undeserved, Jabbar thought so, and the idea of going deep into the ogre tribe, negotiating and rescuing the barbarians became more and more firm...... (To be continued.) )