Four of the ogres were stronger, and they were all weaned young children.

Ogres are particularly precocious, with one-year-old cubs being about the same height and weight as adult humans.

On the childish face, signs of cruelty have emerged, and they are playing with each other lightly and seriously.

There were also two smaller cubs, wet and smelling of urine.

Like Allen, they are little ogres who have been born less than a month ago and have not yet been weaned.

Alan sat up with his back against the rough stone wall, feeling uncomfortable.

The filthy cavern, mixed with the smell of feces and rotten food, smoked so much that he wanted to vomit.

What's worse is the stomach growling.

The hunger was so intense that he couldn't help but swallow even when he saw the carrion.

At this time, a terrifying scene appeared.

The little ogre on the other side.

Maybe it's because I'm hungry and can't stand it......

Fuck your sister's ogre blood!

Kelly was right!

Who is rare for this kind of garbage bloodline?!

It's better to go extinct as soon as possible!

The thought of living in this stinking place, growing up with a bunch of crazy little creatures from Ollie, and even degenerating into their ......

Alan had an urge to die.

At this time, there was a rumbling sound outside the cave.

It seems to be the sound of heavy footsteps.

Gradually.

A stout figure appeared.

It was a naked ogre, three meters tall.

In his left hand is a man dressed as a hunter.

The man's head had been smashed with a stick.

His head drooped, and blood flowed all the way.

"Roar!! Lovely babies, mommy is back! ”

The mother ogre let out a rough laugh.

"Good babies! Come and enjoy your prey! ”

The mother ogre expertly strips the corpse naked.

Throw the slick dead man into the cave.

Four little ogres, who had been weaned, pounced on them with cheers.

The mother ogre walked into the cave, beat her chest, and called for her baby, who had not yet been weaned, to come and drink.

The mother has only two breasts, but three cubs need to be nursed.

The brutal competition for survival of the ogre clan is vividly reflected in the cub stage.

Driven by hunger, Alan endured nausea and crawled towards his mother.

However, the other cub suddenly kicked his leg and kicked him hard.

Smack!

Alan involuntarily rolled out and crashed into the rock wall.

Before he could get up, a huge shadow fell.

Burst!

The careless mother ogre, who didn't see Allen, sat on him with a sturdy ass.

Intense pain was accompanied by suffocation.

Drowning Allen's body.

The weight of the mother ogre was nearly half a ton, and it was not at all something that a cub like him who had not yet been weaned could resist.

Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely heard the sound of the two lucky little cubs drinking milk......

That's it.

It only took Alan ten minutes.

It is a complete experience of the entire life process of an ogre from birth to death.

Sitting to death by a careless mother.

Is there a more tragic way to die than this?

Alan finished meditating, with mixed feelings.

He really didn't like ogre habits.

But it can't be helped.

At present, he can only cultivate this kind of bloodline.

He hung up just after birth, and he was very unconvinced.

Despite the fact that he was already mentally exhausted, he went into a meditative state again.

Entry-level atavistic meditation without the ability to read the file and start over.

Eren can only randomly fuse a new ancestral spirit memory.

This time, he was born in the forest.

The sanitary conditions are better than those in caves.

The memories of the ancestral spirits are not continuous.

Only the more important pieces of life are kept.

The cookie-cutter daily chores are mostly forgotten.

So Alan meditated for an hour in reality, and he had already lived in the jungle as an ogre for two months.

To be exact, he only lasted two months.

Just weaned.

The first time he went out with his mother to learn hunting skills, he died tragically under the siege of wolves.

Meditate twice before and after.

Only learn some knowledge of maternal ogre postpartum care and breastfeeding.

And a few vulgar giant swear words.

Little gain.

Alan was holding his breath in his heart.

Would like to do it again.

Helpless meditation consumes too much spiritual power.

In particular, the experience of death is particularly traumatic and can even leave a psychological shadow.

He tried his first atavistic practice.

You can meditate twice in a row and experience the great horror of death twice, without collapsing, all supported by 18 spiritual attributes.

Now, his mental power is on the verge of exhaustion.

I have a splitting headache and can't focus on meditation.

The principal's aunt had repeatedly admonished.

Atavistic meditation is very dangerous!

If you are not careful, you will get lost in hallucinations, unable to distinguish between reality and ancestral memories, go mad, and have a mental breakdown.

Especially in a state of mental exhaustion, the risk is greater.

Although he was very unwilling, Alan still ended his cultivation rationally.

Haste makes waste.

Get a good night's sleep and refresh yourself.

Continue meditating tomorrow.

……

A month later.

Summer evening.

The chirping of cicadas, accompanied by a drowsy hot wind, drifted through the open windows into a bedroom on the second floor.

A sturdy young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts, sitting on a straw mat with his back to the window and meditating with his eyes closed.

He had been sitting in silence like this for an hour.

The weather is hot and muggy.

Soaked in sweat, it was as if it had been coated with a layer of shiny grease.

Under the hazy moonlight, the sweaty thick arms and the bare back with distinct muscular lines glow with a bronze luster, like a sculpture that highlights strength and beauty.

"Hoo ......"

Alan opened his eyes.

Take a long sigh of relief.

The corners of his lips are slightly raised.

For a whole month, I spent at least an hour a day meditating, and finally achieved a small result

"It's not easy......" Alan sighed with deep feeling.

Compared to himself living in a quiet town, those ogre ancestral spirits in the bloodline, the living environment is too cruel.

The ogre's family concept is very light.

There are only three things in the male's head.

Cooking, fighting, and cannons, and the targets of cannons are not limited to the mother ogre.

Any female creature that is beginning to take on a human form, including her own direct relatives, and even elves, humans, and orcs with a huge disparity in size, can raise that impulse!

What's even more speechless is that the male ogres are all scumbags who don't admit their accounts with their pants up.

Just sow seeds, don't care about raising.

The responsibility of caring for the cubs falls entirely on the mother.

Because of this, smaller ogre groups are often structured in a matrilineal manner.

Larger tribes are made up of multiple clans, but more often have stronger male ogres as chiefs.