Night.
A large round moon hung high in the night sky, sprinkling cold moonlight, shining on the vast expanse of the earth.
The open space in front of Skull Crusher Clans fortress was ablaze with bonfires.
There was a grill and grilled fish stuck around on the bonfire. The whole Buda lamb grilled, the attractive grease leaked from the surface of the golden barbecue and dripped on the flas making a crisping sound.
Around the campfire, the army of monsters sat in a circle, Murloc and jackals hooked up {ED: Openly??}, laughing loudly, while ogres and trolls looked at the golden-brown roast at, their throats bobbed, making the sound of swallowing saliva.
Monsters of different races and sizes laughed together, and the atmosphere was harmonious and joyful.
A strong Ogre took the grilled fish handed over by the Murloc cook.
Hahaha! Little fish, Karmo likes you, and Karmo has decided not to eat you."
After speaking, regardless of how hot the grilled fish was, he couldn't wait to swallow so quickly it burned his mouth, but he couldn't bear to spit out the grilled fish.
The monster who didn't get the grilled fish on the side beca agitated and looked at the Murloc chef with an unfriendly gaze. The Murloc chef quickly distributed the grilled fish one by one. Soon, the first batch of grilled fish was only left with the last piece.
The Murloc chef looked at the Ogres and Trolls who didn't get the grilled fish in embarrassnt. The Ogres and Trolls glared at each other, obviously not willing to give up.
"Fight! The winner enjoys food!"
They didnt know who shouted, and the atmosphere suddenly burst into flas. The monsters roared one after another. The Trolls and the Ogres stood up in cheers, walked on the open ground, they fought together, fists to fist.
At the sight of the excitent, the monsters around the campfire got up and watched, and so of them were smart enough to take the opportunity to pick up the fish that hadn't been baked.
The battle in the field was fierce.
"Glore! Co on!"
"Stam! Hit him in the nose!"
Kick his ass!"
The Ogre Glore accidentally punched the onlooker Ogres face, and the innocent injured Ogre roared and joined the battle group.
A crowd of trolls convulsed, punching an Ogre into panda eyes. The scene suddenly got out of control, the hot-blooded n battled with each other. The Murloc and the jackal quickly retreated and ford a larger circle. They continued to watch and cheer up.
Amos looked at the ssy subordinates and didn't care. The Ogres and Trolls were rough-skinned, and there was nothing wrong with them.
Ghoul-Garu, attracted by the sound of the battle, put down the two wine jars in his hands, glanced at the chaotic battlefield and the white dragon lord, and burped.
Ghoul: "Oh, Ghoul has never drunk such delicious water!"
Garu: "Idiot! How many tis must I say this! This is wine! Hey? This jar is mine!"
Amos looked at this life treasure silently, didn't all the wine enter the sa stomach?
At this ti, the Murloc carried the roasted Buda lamb and sent it to the white dragons who were resting on their stomachs.
Buda sheep was roasted on the outside but was tender on the inside, the surface sprinkled with a layer of powdered spices, emitted an attractive aroma.
Willy spoke to Ghoul-Garu, who was mulling over two heads and drinking furiously.
Ghoul-Garu, co! Try this barbecue! These overseas spices are equivalent to gold in the human kingdom."
Friendship was a strange thing. So people only stayed acquaintances, even if they've been together for four years; others could see it right away. Willy and Ghoul-Garu were the latter, and after a short ti together, Willy discovered that Ghoul-Garu was especially fond of himself.
Ghoul-Garu put down the wine jar, his face flushed, his whole person is sweating profusely, emitting a stench of alcohol.
Ghoul glanced at the barbecue in front of him, holding the wine jar and continuing to drink with his head up, Garu reached out and tore off a piece of barbecue, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed cheerfully.
Amos looked at the golden roasted sheep before him. He greedily grabbed a sheep and put it in his mouth. A crunching sound could be heard as the dragons teeth crushed on the bones of the Buda sheep.
On the other hand, Elena blew cold air to cool down the roasted whole lamb before she started to enjoy it.
After eating and drinking, Amos said, "Ghoul-Garu, the supplies of the Skull Crusher Ogres will be delivered on ti every month."
Amos's voice changed: "However, the Skull Crusher Clan can't be the sa as before, who just eat and sleep every day."
Ordinary Ogres would sleep when they were full every day without taking up any combat occupation. Only prominent individuals who get the attention of the clan's top will get the resources and beco the clan's pillar. Since there wasnt any pressure to survive, ordinary ogres were happy to live this way.
Amos said in a low tone: "You must know that our path to success will not be smooth. Endless battles await us. Only strength can keep the Ogres surviving on the battlefield."
Hearing this, Ghoul-Garu stopped picking his teeth, his eyes burning with flas. According to the age of an Ogre, he (Ghoul-Garu) was just a young adult, an ambitious age. Yet the strong Ghoul-Garu had been trapped in Skull Crusher Island. He also yearned for the fantastic world outside.
Garu: "Lord Dragon, don't worry! I will supervise them myself."
Ghoul: "Ghoul wants to exercise too! Ghoul wants to fight!"
Amos was extrely satisfied with Ghoul-Garu's response, and imdiately discussed the various training thods for Ogres.
After a series of discussions, Amos gradually put away his prejudice against Ogres.
It turns out that Ogre training was scientifically effective, except that training required a lot of physical effort. If all Ogres were trained in this way, the resources provided by the jackals would be completely insufficient.
So the average Ogre ate and slept, partly because it was lazy and partly to reduce energy consumption.
However, it was different now, the last thing Amos needed was food, the rapid developnt of fish farming, caveman cultivation was also thriving, and now has excess capacity, resulting in a large number of wasted resources.
Amos had a hunch that the overall strength of the Skull Crusher Ogres would explode.
In the middle of the night, the moon bid farewell to the world.
The ground in front of Skull Crusher Fortress was a ss with randomly discarded bones everywhere, so monsters were still joking and laughing, while so had fallen asleep on the spot, lying on the ground all the way, snoring like thunder.
The senior officials of the White Castle were in a eting. Amos had determined the monthly share of resources for the Skull Crusher Clan. Old Blind and Old Jimmy were representing the Murlocs, negotiating with Ghoul-Garu about the details of material transportation, while the white dragons were chatting away.
Elena: "Willy, I have a feeling that this ti I'm going to make a breakthrough and surpass you."
Willy sneered disdainfully: "Cut! too, You'll never be able to beat in this life."
The elder sisters strength is undoubtedly strong, and the elder brother is so strong that the dragon was desperate. Neither Willy nor Elena wanted to be the weakest one, so they learned from each other from ti to ti. Elena lost more and won less, but she never gave up challenging Willy.
Amos was also happy to see the competition from his younger siblings. Only when they were under pressure could they make better progress.
A short ti later, the Murlocs and the Ogres completed their negotiation and reported the specifics to the white dragon
"Willy, Elena, do you have anything to add?"
They both shook their heads. Neither of them were interested in managent. Most evil dragons were like this, indifferent to their subordinates and only concerned with their gains and losses.
Amos announced: "Well, let's decide first, and if there are any further questions, let's discuss them together."
"The eting is adjourned."
The senior mbers of the White Castle dispersed individually, and the White dragons headed for the forest, where Felicia was still slumbering.
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