37 036 Leading the way in front
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ga Fatty and Little Fatty greeted each other, then began to dramatically gesture to the frightened Ogres.
They spoke in Giant language, occasionally mixing in so common words, making it difficult for Sofia to understand them.
She saw ga Fatty making an exaggerated circle with his hand and pointing at Sofia.
Then, the Ogres let out a scared exclamation.
At the sa ti, their expressions towards Sofia slowly changed from hunger for food to fear.
“Hoo!”
A basketball-sized fireball suddenly appeared in front of ga Fatty. Witnessing this, the five Ogres finally collapsed their psychological defenses.
They lay down on the ground in terror, speaking nervously and respectfully to Sofia while wailing.
So what were they talking about?
Sofia was puzzled, but she was satisfied with the final result.
The five Ogres had been completely subdued. They looked at Little Fatty with awe and respect for ga Fatty.
But when they saw Sofia, they were filled with deep fear, and their bodies trembled slightly.
To them, Sofia was not a delicious Half-Elf snack but an unquestionable demon.
Monts ago, ga Fatty and Little Fatty had exaggerated their own fear of Sofia, instilling it into the newcors, who now believed it unquestioningly.
Hadn’t they seen Little Fatty easily defeat them, while ga Fatty, who could cast fireball skill, were servants of the demon?
Sofia was always kind to her own people. When she learned that the five Ogres had been hungry for a long ti, she asked Little Fatty to provide Serpent Lizard at as food.
Little Fatty did not want to grill the at himself for his new subordinates. Instead, he ordered them to cook it with an air of importance.
If any Ogre made a mistake due to clumsiness, Little Fatty would not hesitate to slap their heads.
Even though the Ogres worked hard, their grilling skills were terrible, so they were often beaten.
ga Fatty reported to Sofia so news he had just learned from the Ogres.
“They, forage, Clan hungry, fifty people!”
ga Fatty stuttered a few common words. Sofia listened carefully to his words and her eyes lit up.
She asked excitedly, “You an they have their own Clan, with a total of fifty Ogres? They ca out to find food because they were hungry?”
ga Fatty nodded in confirmation, then slowly added, “Number, not accurate, roughly… ”
His point was that the Ogres were not very bright, so their estimated number might be off, but it wasn’t likely to be too far off.
Sofia had spent a lot of ti with ga Fatty and Little Fatty, and with so effort, she could understand what they were saying.
Almost fifty Ogres – this was not a small number. If they attacked head-on, the Lizardman Clan with several hundred mbers couldn’t stop them.
The size difference was too significant, and Ogres were generally strong and excellent fighters.
If she could get hold of these Ogres, she would certainly be able to help the dragon.
Imagining Otto complinting her, Sofia’s lips couldn’t help but curve upwards slightly.
“ga Fatty, well done!”
Sofia climbed onto ga Fatty’s saddle, patted his head in satisfaction, and he chuckled. The scene was sowhat strange.
After the five subordinate Ogres had eaten their fill and lay on the ground unwilling to move, Sofia kicked one in the stomach.
Picking up on their fear, she announced loudly, “I’m interested in your Clan. Show the way now!”
The Ogres looked at each other hesitantly but soon led Sofia to their Clan territory.
Now it was dark, but Sofia’s spirits were high. She couldn’t wait to conquer these Ogres and win Otto’s praise.
The Ogre Clan’s territory was not far from here; it took only half an hour to reach their destination.
Although it was called a Clan, there were virtually no buildings here. In an open field, the Ogres lay down, sleeping in the open air.
There was a bonfire in the center, but no one was on guard duty. They were completely defenseless.
If an enemy attacked at this ti, they could catch the Ogres off guard.
But very few monsters dared to attack a territory where more than fifty Ogres were gathered.
Sofia was the first outsider to visit this place in years. She told Little Fatty, “Wake them up!”
Little Fatty nodded, stepped forward, and began to roar loudly.
The awakened Ogres looked around in confusion. It took them a while to locate the source of the noise before picking up their weapons and coming over.
Sofia roughly counted about sixty Ogres, including the young ones. While the number was off, the difference wasn’t huge.
The Ogres quickly noticed Sofia and, being hungry for days, this was undoubtedly their greatest surprise.
Just as they were about to charge and eat the little snack, a roar stopped them, making them hesitant to approach.
A two-headed Ogre, much larger than ordinary Ogres, stepped to the front row carrying a dry tree trunk.
He was considerably bigger than even ga Fatty and was the leader of the Ogre Clan: a two-headed Ogre subspecies who was stronger than ordinary Ogres and had his own na.
He called himself Wuga.
Since Wuga had two heads, he was slightly more intelligent than other Ogres and one of the few who could count from one to ten.
He saw five familiar faces in front of him. These should be his clan mbers that he had sent out to find prey earlier.
But at this mont, they were hiding behind ga Fatty and Little Fatty, ignoring his roar.
“Traitors!”
Wuga’s angry shout left the five Ogres who had switched allegiance to Sofia unsure of what to do. They looked at Sofia, who was sitting on ga Fatty, hoping for guidance.
Wuga, who had not received a reply, was clearly angrier. Following the gazes of his five traitorous Ogres, he soon spotted ga Fatty and Sofia.
An Ogre keeping a Half-Elf pet?
Or maybe he wanted to fatten up this Half-Elf little brat before eating her?
He had obviously mistaken the protagonists. In Wuga’s eyes, the tallest ga Fatty was the leader of these Ogres- a very unusual Ogre indeed.
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