Chapter 45 The True Value of Half-Ogres

This huge project took Gavin and the others more than two days.

During this period, he also drove a carriage and sent a bunch of miscellaneous things back, and also dispatched a small team of kobolds, which was the result of overtime work.

But the harvest was quite fruitful. The stack of large and small spiritual crystals was as big as a head. Not only was there enough to make spiritual crystal servants, there was even a surplus.

This in disguise confirmed Gavin's guess that there was a spiritual crystal mineral vein nearby. The specific location was not yet known. The only known location was in the hands of a goblin tribe.

It is not difficult to find out which goblin tribe is in the hands of it. It only takes ten days to let the half-ogre wander around according to the old tax collection method.

Gavin recorded this incident in his itinerary, drove a carriage, and returned with the half-ogre and two small groups of kobolds carrying large and small bags.

As he walked, the half-ogre couldn't help but look back at his cave. He vaguely felt that it was unlikely that he would be able to return here again in this life.

There is no need to mention the sadness and anger of the past few days.

Not only did he have to carry a bunch of people, he was also being bullied by the kobolds who had been oppressing him for as long as he could remember. He rummaged around in his cave and loaded the treasures he had worked so hard to accumulate over the years into their carriage. .

The skeletal decorations that he regarded as art were thrown everywhere by the kobolds, trampled under their feet, and trampled into the mud.

Anger, like a ball of fire, surged from his heels to the top of his head, burning his brain and soul, completely igniting him.

But the next second, in a pair of cold and dangerous eyes, it was extinguished again.

According to Roar's wild intuition, if he dares to hurt a kobold, he will not have another chance.

It's not like I haven't thought about running away. Several times, I even found a perfect opportunity. I just had to jump into another mountain col. With my big steps, the group of short legs behind me would never be able to catch up with me.

But every time when Hao was about to take action, his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with iron.

His mind couldn't help but think of the food he had eaten in the past two days.

He had never eaten anything so delicious in his life. In comparison, everything he had eaten before was just garbage.

I used to eat garbage every day, but I didn't feel much better.

Now that he had tasted the delicious food, the half-ogre was a little hesitant to ask him to go back to eating garbage.

But often after this hesitation, he has already followed the team a long way away, and the opportunity to escape is fleeting.

The half-ogre's roar was not as deep in thought as he thought. Basically everything was reflected on his face and actions. The look of struggle, contradiction, ferocity, and timidity was constantly reflected on his ugly face. , alternating back and forth, even the kobolds, let alone Gavin, could tell his mood.

By the time he returned to the Black Well, Gavin was basically certain that the half-ogre had completed its preliminary domestication and could proceed to the second step, including the Black Well tribe.

In just two days without Gavin, the Black Well tribe was undergoing earth-shaking changes.

There is a lot of construction going on here.

The logs that had just been felled were being dragged over by the kobolds.

More kobolds, led by Goss, were carrying simple tools to regulate the land around the Black Well Mine.

The biggest change is that most of the kobolds are no longer naked, but have more or less leather armor and weapons. The strongest ones even have studded armor on their bodies.

These equipments were naturally dug out from the garbage pile of Half-Ogre Howl and repaired by goblin warlocks and girl priests using repair techniques.

This is the best sign that the Black Well Tribe has accepted them.

They were originally like duckweeds, floating at the mouth of the black well. Any wave might wash them away, but now they are going to take root here.

"Sir, you're back." After hearing the news, Goss rushed up to Gavin as soon as possible. He followed Gavin step by step and said, "Sir, my people will do the preliminary leveling work. But we really don’t know how to build the house at the back. Let me see, we can expand the entrance of the black well several times, and in a few days, we can dig out a cave for a few adults. "

"In the past two days, how many people from other tribes have come to defect?" Gavin did not answer Goss's question.

Upon hearing this question, Goss's eye sockets also raised, his fine scales also opened, his whole person's spirit improved to a higher level, and he quickly replied: "Thirteen, I heard from the new tribesmen. , many tribesmen in their tribe had the same idea, but were forcibly suppressed by their leader. They came here secretly, but I estimate that their leader's forceful suppression would not last long, not a few days, At least twenty more people will come to seek refuge with Wang. At that time, our tribe will be able to break through to one hundred Wang, and we will no longer be Heijingwo, but Heijingdongwang."

Whether it is a nest or a cave, these are special terms used by the kobolds themselves to classify the size of the nest. For them, population is everything, and they naturally use the number of people to divide the size of the nest.

"How many people can your black well accommodate?" Gavin asked a new question.

Goss was stunned. He obviously had not considered this issue before. He counted on four fingers and said, "One hundred, one hundred and fifty. It should be able to accommodate one hundred and eighty at present. If it is squeezed, it can be around two hundred. More , just a bit too crowded.”

"How long do you think it will take us to reach 200?"

"This..." Goss looked a little hesitant. If it were to follow the current natural growth method, it would take at least half a month, after all, there were only a few nearby dog-headed tribes. But based on Gavin's style of doing things, he might not sit and wait.

Goss's wandering eyes fell on the half-ogre who had joined the construction team not far away. He felt like his forehead was struck by a lightning bolt, and he suddenly realized, "Ten days, at most ten days, the number of people in our tribe will exceed 200."

The half-ogre is not only squeezing their tribe, but all the tribes within a few kilometers around.

Now this villain has been completely subdued by Gavin. Next, Gavin only needs to take him to the surrounding dog-headed tribes to stand in front of them, and then show his identity, and countless dog-headed people will join the Black Well Tribe.

No, no, that's not right.

This idea really underestimates the deterrent power of roaring around.

Gavin has walked back and forth several times in the nearby mountain roads with a roar. The news that the half-ogres have a new master will soon spread to the surrounding hills with the mountain wind, and those cunning guys will pack up and deliver themselves.

Gavin showed an expression that he is a smart dog and said, "So, look ahead. There will be knowledgeable construction personnel, professional miners, and strong warriors. What you need to do now is to lead the tribe to lay a good foundation and prepare for the upcoming population growth."

"Your Excellency is right. I am too short-sighted." Goss nodded repeatedly and said sincerely.

In private, he always thought that he was a smart man, a smart dog-headed man, and his various calculations were very shrewd, but when it came to Gavin, after a few questions, his brain became a mess and was not enough.

Because the other party's eyes were never on the corners of his calculations, but on a longer-term and more macro situation.

Every time my thoughts are in sync with the other person's, I look back at my own thoughts and calculations and realize how childish and ridiculous they are.