They have been oppressed by this guy for more than a year, and the clansmen have been eaten several by him, and it is impossible to say that there is no grudge against him.

Goss, in particular, trembled every time he dealt with him, lest he bite off his head and use it as a snack like he did with the previous Kuroi leader.

Now that feng shui is in turn and has fallen into his hands, it is natural to recover some of the cost, rub him to death, rub him to death, rub him to death.

The kobold, who had been named by Goss before, saw that Goss was fine, and immediately moved, took the initiative to run over, took a horse brush, and joined the bathing business.

Whether it is goblins or kobolds, these small humanoid races, most of the time are bullied by large-sized creatures, and a lot of resentment has accumulated in their hearts, and once they have the opportunity, they are very fond of bullying large-sized creatures, unleashing their hatred and malice accumulated over the years on them.

Even if the ogre is born with rough skin and thick meat, the horse brush made of hard pig hair feels absolutely uncomfortable when rubbed on the body.

If it were usual, the ogre would have been furious a long time ago, and the three little guys who jumped around like little fleas were directly pinched and exploded.

But now, the ogre can only plunge his head into the icy river water, make his head more sober, and not do stupid things.

He didn't want to experience the feeling of not being able to survive and die before.

Anna's previous treatment of the hair removal side effects of the magic technique saved a lot of trouble for this bathing work.

Rao is like this, and he rubbed it for most of the day, and when the ogre came out again, the skin on his body was rubbed red, and the smell on his body was obviously much lighter.

The smell on his body is not formed in a day, and naturally it cannot be expelled in a day, and for the time being, I can't see all kinds of parasites, and it is already much better if I crawl in and out of his torn animal skin clothes.

The cannabis bag that the ogre had carried earlier was also dragged over by the other kobolds and presented to Gavin.

As soon as I opened it, the smell inside almost didn't smoke Gavin.

It's a big garbage bag, and the ogre stuffs everything into it.

Half a deer, a dozen tattered goblin daggers, a few pieces of inferior iron casting, a few sparkling crystals.

The most valuable thing should be a fist-sized piece of rough gold ore.

Gavin basically didn't pay attention to these things, including the rough gold ore, and what really attracted his attention was those crystals.

Gavin beckoned at the ogre, and the other man immediately ran over, half-crouched down and looked at him - not that he was polite, but subconsciously guarding his heels.

Gavin flashed the rinsed crystal at him and asked, "Where did this thing come from?" ”

The ogre scratched his bare head, tried to remember, and said uncertainly, "It should be ahead...... Those goblin tribes gave it, which one, I can't remember exactly, anyway, when I came out, it wasn't in it. ”

"Where's your house? Is there anything else? Gavin knew that the question was also in vain, and the guy in front of him looked not very smart.

Ogre is known for being stupid, this guy should be relatively smart among ogres, ordinary ogres, but he can't think of a trick to squeeze other intelligent creatures, it should be related to his hybrid.

At the first glance of him, Gavin knew that this guy's bloodline was not pure, it should be mixed with orc or goblin blood.

The fact that his skin is a little greenish is secondary, mainly because of his size, which is a little shorter than the authentic ogre, and his waist is also a little thinner.

The ogre with pure blood is generally close to three meters tall, and the guy in front of him is only two meters five or six, but among the kobolds with an average height of about one meter, it is a super giant.

"At home?" Roar's mind obviously didn't have this concept.

"The cave, where you live, where you put your stuff."

"I don't remember." The half-ogre scratched his bare head again, and suddenly it turned light, he was a little unaccustomed to it, and he always felt a little cold.

"Take us around." Gavin was originally not too interested in the half-ogre's rags, and was going to ask Goss to take a few kobolds and find a chance to clean up.

A robber who squeezes things from kobolds and goblins, what good things can he hold in his hands.

But those hedrons changed his mind and decided to make a trip himself—in the midst of the rags, maybe he could really find a treasure.

This kind of spar is called spirit crystal.

In the hands of ordinary people, the value is really not very large, that is, the relatively good-looking stones, at best, are made into jewelry, and the value is not very high.

But in the hands of the spiritual profession, the value is great.

Its affinity with the characteristics of spirituality allows it to hold spiritual energy, if it is infused with spiritual energy, it is a spiritual appearance, if it is infused with spiritual skills, it becomes a spiritual energy stone.

The former can replenish psychic energy for a psychic warlock like Gavin, and the latter can unleash psychic abilities at no cost, like a magic scroll.

Another use of it is to make spirit crystal servants, the function is the same as the mage's magic pet, Gavin's psychic warlock specialty is to choose affinity spirit crystals, making spirit crystal servants, but has not been able to get enough spirit crystals, so can only be shelved.

Now that he sees the opportunity to get a large number of spirit crystals, how can Gavin let it go?

The cave of the half-ogre's roar is not close to the black well, turning around and around, and it has been around for a small ten kilometers, but the roar's ability to remember the road is okay.

He is regarded as a tyrant around, usually he harasses others, and he doesn't dare to provoke him, he leads the way, but he doesn't dare to come out and cause trouble.

It's just that the mountain road is a bit difficult to walk, and Gavin is driving a truck, so it's even more troublesome to walk, but fortunately, the half-ogre is strong enough, and with horsepower, it's enough to push it over.

When he was still a hundred meters away from the Half-Ogre Cave, Gavin knew where he was.

The smell was too big, too rushing, straight up, Goss and a group of kobolds, all rolled their eyes.

Gavin didn't even blink an eyelid, which was nothing compared to June's pile of corpses.

He guessed correctly, the cave of the demi-human ogre was to find a treasure in the garbage heap.

There are not only the broken copper and iron that the half-ogre scavenged from the goblins and kobolds, but also his usual household garbage, all kinds of broken bones and feces, piled up all over the world.

Thanks to him, he had foreseen it and brought a small group of kobolds over.

This kind of dirty work is naturally done by them, and Gavin is only responsible for counting the goods.

If you dig up more garbage, you can dig up treasures.

This garbage heap of the half-ogre's roar has been around for a long time, and it has been saved since his mother's generation.

However, his mother's savings accounted for less than a tenth of what he had, because his mother was not as good as his brain, and relied entirely on her own brute force to take it from other races.

Although his mother's garbage heap was small, there were more treasures unearthed than Roar, because many of them were equipment left behind by the adventurers who had defeated his mother, and although they were in disrepair and some tattered, they were better than most of the tribute that Roar had collected from goblins and kobolds.

Although it was broken copper, Gavin was not ready to let it go.

The value of their re-training is still there, and the value is higher than that of most raw ores.

The spirit crystals that Gavin values the most are basically collected by the half-ogre roar, but this tasteless guy has too unique aesthetic views.

This little thing, which is beautiful in the eyes of most intelligent life, is useless garbage in his eyes, and he is willing to bring it back purely out of greed, plus the thing is small and does not take up space, and when he returns, he dumps it into the storage pile of his cave along with other garbage.

This made it difficult for Gavin to collect them, just like sifting sand, sifting through the half-ogre's garbage heap, inside and out.