"That's right, it's these days, the last three days of every ten, he will definitely come back." Goss, who was following behind Gavin, was 100% sure.

Compared with roaring, he remembered this day more deeply.

Because these are the hardest days of each 10 days, they often have to go hungry for days in order to feed their big bellies.

"Well, I'm not training today, you go and collect the tribute as usual." Gavin confirmed his itinerary for the day.

"Collecting tribute?" The half-ogre scratched his bare head, shook his head and said, "No, their tributes are all garbage, not delicious, roar is already full, uh...... My lord, you don't want to roar away, do you? Roar, be loyal to your lordship, you won't run away, you won't collect any more tribute. ”

The half-ogre's head melon had a rare inspiration, but it was not used on the right path, thinking that Gavin was testing his loyalty, and hurriedly patted his chest to show his loyalty.

"Your Excellency asked you to collect tribute, not really to ask you to collect tribute, but to ...... Anyway, adults must have their own deep meanings when they do this, you just need to do what adults want, and that's it. Goss had more or less guessed Gavin's intentions, but he wasn't sure.

"Really?" The half-ogre didn't pay any attention to Goss, who was a fox and a fake tiger, and his stupid gaze fell on Gavin.

"I let you collect tribute, I do have my own plans, this time I don't let you go by yourself, I will bring people, follow behind you, you just need to follow the original route to walk around, collect the original tribute, and hand it over to us, if the tribute they provide does not like to eat, bring it back, let our chef process it, after the fact, I will reward you with a barrel of ale." Gavin nodded, not going to explain too much to the half-ogre.

For his brain capacity, his own plan is too complicated, and the half-ogre probably can't understand it at all, he just needs to play his original self.

"Ale? A barrel? Just listening to it, the half-ogre's saliva was about to come out, and he tasted the drink that night he welcomed the Cangya tribe, and he liked it in the first sip.

It's just that when distributing the ale, Gavin is not divided according to physique, the same mug, put in front of the kobold is a large cup, put in front of him, but it becomes a small wine cup, not even a gargle, just a taste.

If there's a bucket, it should be able to give him a drink.

The half-ogre suddenly came to his senses, patted his chest and said, "Go, collect tribute, I will give it to the adults and collect a large amount of tribute." ”

"It's your new weapon." Gavin pointed to the open tunnel not far away, "Try to make it easy." ”

The original weapon of the Half-Ogre Roar had already been burned by Gavin as chopping wood, and it was not only clumsy, but also stinky, and it was not even worth recycling.

In the clearing, there was still a huge wooden stick, made of the thick branches of a vanda, a multi-tumor coniferous tree, notoriously strong, and an excellent choice for making bows and weapon handles, and there was a small patch on the nearby hill.

The newly made giant wooden stick, the shape is a bit like a baseball bat, but it is thicker than one model, and the specific of the vandal tree is multitudes, which is perfectly embodied in this weapon, forming egg-sized bumps, and they will also become the lethality of this giant wooden stick.

The giant wooden rod is polished very smooth, as the back half of the hold, is densely wrapped with burlap to prevent slipping, and the whole body presents the golden yellow of Vanda wood logs, with a unique deformed beauty.

"This is for me?" Roar was a little incredulous.

"What, don't like it?" Gavin remembers the unique aesthetic of the half-ogre vividly.

"Yes, very much." The half-ogre nodded hurriedly, that kind of deformed and ugly with many tumors, very much to his appetite.

"Try the feel, it's mostly balance." This weapon naturally came from Gavin's hand, this is a craft that was forced out when he was a slave in the Santarin Society in his previous life, and many times, he had to make some temporary weapons from local materials, and the giant wooden stick was undoubtedly the simplest and crude.

It's just the first time he's made a weapon for a large-sized person, although he has tried it himself with the giant transformation technique before, but there is a big gap between the strength and the half-ogre, and it feels like there is still a big difference.

"Good, good, good!" The half-ogre grinned and applauded vigorously, and the giant wooden rod was buzzed by his dance.

Gavin talked to him about the feel, about the balance, and basically playing the piano to the cow.

Half-ogres have been using thick stumps as weapons for most of their lives, and now they feel extremely comfortable with a specially customized weapon, where are there other requirements?

Even an ignorant person like Goss felt that the half-ogre with a new weapon was even more terrifying.

Because of the speed at which he swung his weapon, it was obviously several notches higher, and it became more difficult to dodge his attacks, except for Gavin, I believe that few people could easily dodge his big sweep.

When he got the roar of the new weapon, he was in a very happy mood, and while walking, he kept waving it, and the flowers and plants and small trees on the side of the road were unlucky, and they were all knocked around by him.

Fortunately, the half-ogre is more cherished of new weapons, and has no brains to pump the boulder on the side of the road.

In this way, there is also a benefit, Gavin and they will not lose it, and they will know where the half-ogre has gone by following the fallen flowers and plants all the way.

Let the half-ogre roar out to collect taxes, Gavin hit multiple birds with one stone.

Finding the origin of the spirit crystal is only one thing.

The second is to further exploit the influence of the Half-Ogre Throat in this area, especially for those of the kobold tribe, to encounter such a tribe.

Gavin and the others are all waiting for the half-ogre, and after a while, they will show off their power and then reappear with Goss.

Then he began to play the double reed.

Gavin suppressed the half-ogre, showing an unfathomable appearance.

Goss is a fox and a fake tiger, lobbying this tribe to let them join the big family of the Black Well tribe, all kinds of coercion, all kinds of temptation, he is self-taught, and he can be captured.

Although there will not be a few kobold tribes who will join the Black Well tribe on the spot, the information has been passed on to them, and in the next period of time, they will definitely try their best to find out about the situation of the Black Well tribe.

As long as the Blackwell tribes continue to expand at their current rapid pace, the tribes will have to reconsider Goss's proposal today.

The third is to squeeze those goblin tribes as much as possible, although most of the goblins from their hands are tattered, but no matter how small the mosquitoes are, they are still meat, and the accumulation is still considerable.

Most importantly, there is a trade-off.

With the rapid expansion of the Black Well tribe, their range of activities will gradually increase, and they will inevitably clash with the surrounding goblin tribes, and the possibility of them joining the kobold tribe is very small, and they are likely to use force for the sake of survival space.

The present is tantamount to weakening the enemy of the future.

I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet.

Not to mention the half-ogre roar, even Gavin didn't expect that a routine tax collection would have twists and turns.

The half-ogre was turned away from a humble goblin camp, and the goblins on it said in a shrill voice: "From today onwards, we don't need to give you any more tribute, we already have a new guardian." ”