She's jealous, she's crazy, and she wants to have the treatment of having endless food without having to do anything.

Therefore, now she is so eager for war, she really can't wait to rush into the battlefield immediately, kill and kill, and exchange force for everything for herself.

She doesn't think that she is weaker than her husband, and in the past, in order to compete for the position of the boss of the family, the two of them have not fought, and they are just five or five.

Her husband, who is similar in combat strength to him, can obtain the position of centurion for herself by virtue of her military exploits, why can't she?

Isn't it just cutting people? Who can't do this, just have hands.

The centurion ogre picked up the barrel, which had already eaten most of the meat, and opened his mouth fiercely, pouring the remaining meat from the barrel into his own mouth.

After a while.

A large burp echoed throughout the hut.

Wiping his mouth, the centurion ogre casually tossed the barrel aside.

"You, take the child out!"

The centurion ogre said to his former wife in a commanding slave-like tone.

The female ogre, under the command of the centurion ogre, instantly rose in her heart with infinite anger, but faced with her husband, who had endless food, and now her slave owner.

She could only leave the grass hut with her three children aggrieved.

But with her husband's slave-like words, the desire for war in her heart exploded frantically.

After the female ogre leaves with three cubs.

Four or five other female ogres, who were more stout, came out of the darkness and walked into the hut with a big grin.

After a while, a red-faced sound filled the entire grass hut.

The next day, after eating dozens of catties of fish offal, shrimp, snakes and other meat that Ace did not eat, received by his ten ten-division commanders.

The centurion ogre, following his own commander, came to a small square made of wood.

At this time, on this small square, nearly a hundred ogre officers above the centurion had gathered.

The thick smell of blood filled the square.

Slave ogres lined up from the swamp to the square.

In the center of the square, the ogre priest held a knife in his hand and gently slashed the blood vessels of the ogre's arm in front of him.

Scarlet blood flowed from the hands of the ogre in front of him and dripped into the water tank in front of him.

After releasing a large wave of blood, the ogre priest casually threw the herbs to stop the bleeding to the ogre in front of him, and drove him aside directly, telling him to go back to his slave master.

Then he began to put the blood of another ogre slave.

The centurion ogre looked at this scene curiously, a little confused.

But as his three sons and his former wife were brought in, anger instantly appeared in his eyes.

But he didn't dare to be angry, because two third-order ogre nobles were sitting next to the vat in the square.

He could only watch as his son and his former wife, now slaves, were bled out.

In the middle of the day, with nearly tens of thousands of ogres, nearly a quarter of the blood inside their bodies was packed into dozens of vats.

The wooden platform square, which was shrouded in blood, entered a more enthusiastic scene at this time.

The red fire was ignited, and one after another large vats filled with blood emitted one sweet smell after another under the cooking of the flames.

More than a dozen ogre priests and ogre scholars danced in strange dances around the cooked vats.

A bizarre atmosphere was raised.

More than a hundred ogre officers above the centurion involuntarily danced the dance engraved in their blood.

The imprint of antiquity was awakened, and the ancestral gods of the ogre, cast their eyes on this place from the invisible land, looking appreciatively at the group of people who held a grand sacrifice for themselves.

The blood mist rose from the boiling blood, gathering but not dispersing, and firmly enveloping the wooden platform like a fog.

With an increasingly intense dance, the scarlet blood mist slowly seeped into the flesh of more than a hundred ogre officers through their skin.

Their blood is being purified, and their power is soaring.

In the blood dance, the two ogre nobles looked jealously at the more than a hundred ogre officers who were enjoying countless benefits.

I wonder which of them didn't pay a huge price back then to gain this powerful power in their bodies.

And now this group of guys just cut off a few heads, and as a result, all benefits are thrown at them.

Ancestral blood sacrifice made up of one-third of the blood of nearly 10,000 ogres, an ancient ritual that the ancient ogre empire could only occasionally hold to raise the bloodline of gifted children.

Now it is used violently on this group of people with qualifications like.

Around the wooden platform, nearly 10,000 ogres surrounded the wooden platform, and their eyes were full of pain, anger, jealousy, and anticipation, just after being severely injured by the blood draw.

They hated the officers above, because their bloodline and strength were based on the extraction of their blood, which meant that the group of guys above ate their flesh and drank their blood to improve their life level.

How do they not feel angry and miserable, no one wants to be a blood bag and a slave like garbage, and neither do ogres.

As for why they are looking forward to it, it is of course because they also want to be able to improve their strength as quickly as those officers above.

That group of guys who were originally similar to themselves threw all kinds of benefits at them because they cut off a few heads.

There was endless meat every day, nuts, a good thing that they didn't have to eat in the first place, these officers were too lazy to eat it, and now they eat meat every day, the kind that can't be stuffed with food.

If it is a male ogre officer, there are beautiful women in their eyes every day, and they sit in their rooms vigorously, without repeating the same every day, which can be called refreshing from morning to night.

If it was a female ogre officer, the handsome male ogre would also squeeze into their room.

A year ago, everyone was still the same poor, and they couldn't eat enough, but a year later, because the other party cut off a few heads, they had what they wanted?

Wealth, food, power, beauty, glory, everything came to them.

And these things that they had previously prayed for could now be obtained by cutting off the head of an enemy.

They are crazy, they want war, and they want to enjoy things like the officers above that they simply could not have enjoyed.