They have been exploited by this guy for more than a year, and several members of the tribe have been eaten by him. It is impossible to say that they have no resentment towards him.
Especially Goss, every time he dealt with him, he was always trembling with fear, lest he bite his head off and eat it as a snack like he did with the last Black Well leader.
Now that the situation has changed and it has fallen into his hands, it is natural to recover some of the cost and rub him to death, rub him to death, rub him to death.
The kobold named by Goss before saw that Goss was fine, and immediately started to move. He took the initiative to run over, took a horse brush, and joined in the great cause of bathing.
Whether goblins or kobolds, these small humanoid races have been bullied by large creatures most of the time, and have accumulated a lot of dissatisfaction in their hearts. Once they have the opportunity, they like to bully large creatures and release on them the power they have accumulated for many years. Hate and malice.
Even if the ogre is born with rough skin and thick flesh, the feeling of having a horse brush made of hard pig hair rubbed against his body is absolutely uncomfortable.
Normally, the ogre would have been so furious that he would have crushed these three little guys, who were jumping around like little fleas, to pieces.
But now, the ogre can only plunge his head into the cold river water to make his head clearer and not to do stupid things.
He never wanted to experience the previous feeling of not being able to survive or dying.
Anna had previously treated the hair removal side effects of the magic spell, which made this bathing work a lot easier.
Even so, after rubbing it for a long time, when the ogre came out again, the skin on his body was all red from the rubbing, and the smell on his body was obviously much lighter.
The smell on his body was not formed in a day, and naturally it cannot be eliminated in a day. For the time being, there are no parasites that can be seen crawling in and out of his ragged animal skin clothes, which is already much better.
The large sack that the ogre carried earlier was also dragged over by other kobolds and presented to Gavin.
As soon as he opened it, the smell inside almost stun Gavin.
It's like a big garbage bag, and the ogre stuffs everything into it.
Half a deer, a dozen tattered goblin daggers, a few low-quality iron blocks, and a few shiny crystals.
The most valuable thing should be a fist-sized rough gold mine.
Gavin basically ignored these things, including the rough gold mine stone. What really caught his attention were the crystals.
Gavin waved to the ogre, who immediately ran over and half-crouched down to look at him - not because he was polite, but because he was subconsciously guarding his heels.
Gavin showed him the rinsed crystal and asked, "Where did this come from?"
The ogre scratched his bare head, tried hard to recall, and said uncertainly: "It should have been given by... those goblin tribes in front of me. I can't remember which one specifically. Anyway, I came out anyway." At that time, there was nothing inside."
"Where are you at home? Is there any more?" Gavin knew that it was useless to ask. The guy in front of him looked like he was not very smart.
Ogres are known for being stupid. This guy should be considered smarter among the ogres. Ordinary ogres can't think of a way to squeeze other intelligent creatures. It should be related to his hybridity.
The first time he saw him, Gavin knew that this guy's blood was not pure, and he should be mixed with orc or goblin blood.
Secondly, his skin is a bit greenish, mainly due to his size, which is shorter than that of the real ogre, and his waistline is also slimmer.
A pure-blooded ogre is usually close to three meters tall. The guy in front of him is only 2.56 meters tall, but if placed among the kobolds with an average height of about one meter, he would be a super giant.
"Home?" Roar obviously didn't have this concept in his mind.
"The cave, where you live, where you keep your stuff."
"I don't remember." The half-ogre scratched his bare head again. The light suddenly changed. He was not used to it and always felt a little cold.
"Take us for a walk." Gavin wasn't too interested in the half-ogre's rags at first, so he planned to ask Goss to take a few kobolds and find an opportunity to clean it up.
A bandit who squeezes things from the hands of kobolds and goblins, what good things can he keep in his hands.
But those few crystal stones changed his mind, and he decided to take a trip himself - maybe he could find treasure among the junk.
This kind of crystal is called spiritual crystal.
In the hands of ordinary people, the value is really not very high. Even the relatively good-looking stones, at best, are not very valuable if they are made into jewelry.
But in the hands of spiritual professionals, the value is even greater.
Its characteristics of affinity with spirituality allow it to contain spiritual energy. If it is infused with spiritual energy, it becomes a spiritual appearance. If it is imbued with spiritual skills, it becomes a psychic stone.
The former can replenish psychic energy for psychics like Gavin, and the latter can release the psychic powers without consumption, just like a magic scroll.
Its other use is to make Spirit Crystal Servants, which have the same function as a mage's familiar. Gavin's Psion Specialty is to choose affinity Spirit Crystals and make Spirit Crystal Servants, but he has never been able to obtain a sufficient number of Spirit Crystals. , can only be left alone.
Now that he saw the opportunity to obtain a large amount of spiritual crystals, how could Gavin let it go?
The half-ogre roar's cave is not close to the black well. He wandered east and west for a small distance of ten kilometers. Fortunately, roar's ability to remember the way was just okay.
He is considered a bully around him. He is usually the one who harasses others. No one dares to provoke him. He leads the way, but no one dares to come out to cause trouble.
It was just that the mountain road was a bit difficult to walk, and Gavin was driving a truck, which made it even more troublesome to walk. Fortunately, the half-ogre was strong enough, and combined with the horsepower, it was enough to push and pull it over.
Gavin knew he was there when he was still a hundred meters away from the half-ogre cave.
The smell was so strong and overpowering that it went straight up to the head. Goss and the other kobolds rolled their eyes at the smell.
Gavin didn't blink an eyelid. Compared to the pile of dead bodies in June, this smell was nothing.
He was right in guessing that searching the half-human ogre's cave was a way to find treasure in the garbage.
Here are not only the scraps and scraps that the half-ogre plundered from goblins and kobolds, but also his daily household garbage, all kinds of broken bones and feces, piled all over the world.
Fortunately, 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 too much in the garbage dump, you can still dig out treasures.
The garbage pile that the half-ogre roared to was very old, and had been accumulated since his mother's generation.
However, his mother's savings accounted for less than one-tenth, because his mother was not as smart as him and relied entirely on her own brute force to plunder from other races.
Although the number of his mother's garbage dump is small, the treasures unearthed are more than what he shouted, because many of them are equipment left by the adventurers who attacked his mother. Although they are in disrepair and are a little tattered, they are still in good condition. It's better than most of the tributes collected from goblins and kobolds.
Although it was scrap metal, Gavin was not ready to let it go now that it was here.
There is still value in refining them, and their value is higher than that of most raw ores.
The spiritual crystals that Gavin valued most were basically collected by Half-Ogre Roar, but this guy with no taste has too unique aesthetic point of view.
This kind of small thing, which is beautiful in the eyes of most intelligent beings, is just useless garbage in his eyes. He is willing to bring it back purely out of greed. In addition, it is small and does not take up space. After returning, Along with other garbage, he dumped it into the storage pile in his cave.
This made it difficult for Gavin and the others to collect, just like sifting through sand, sifting through the half-ogre's garbage pile inside and out.
