Chapter 50: The Gnarled Giant Wooden Stick (Please read on)

"Yes, it's these days. He will definitely come back on the last three days of every ten days." Goss, who followed Gavin happily, said with 100% certainty.

Compared with Roar, he remembered this day more deeply.

Because these were the most difficult days of their ten days. In order to feed Roar's big belly, they often had to starve for several days.

"Well, no training today. You go to collect tribute as usual." Gavin confirmed today's itinerary.

"Collect tribute?" The half-ogre scratched his bald head and shook his head, "No, their tribute is all garbage and not delicious. Roar is already full. Uh... Sir, you don't want to drive Roar away, do you? Roar, loyal to you, will not run away, and will not collect tribute again."

The half-ogre's brain was rarely bright, but it was not used in the right way. He thought Gavin was testing his loyalty, so he patted his chest to show his loyalty.

"My Lord asked you to collect tribute, not really, but for... Anyway, my Lord must have his own deep meaning for doing this. You just need to do it according to my Lord's will." Goss more or less guessed Gavin's intention, but he was not sure.

"Really?" The half-ogre ignored Goss who was pretending to be powerful, and his stupid eyes fell on Gavin.

"I asked you to collect tribute, and I did have my own plan. This time I didn't let you go by yourself. I will bring people and follow you. You just need to walk around the original route, collect all the original tributes, and hand them over to us. If you don't like the tribute they provide, bring it back and let our cook process it. After the matter is done, I will reward you with a barrel of beer." Gavin nodded, not intending to explain too much to the half-ogre.

His plan was too complicated for his brain capacity, and the half-ogre probably couldn't understand it at all. He just needed to play his original self well.

"Ale? A barrel?" Just hearing this, the half-ogre's saliva almost flowed out. On the night of welcoming the Cangfang tribe, he also tasted this kind of drink. He liked it at the first sip.

But when distributing ale, Gavin did not distribute it according to physique. The same mug, which was a large cup in front of the kobold, became a small wine cup in front of him. It was not even a mouthwash, but just a taste.

If there was a barrel, he should be able to drink it.

The half-ogre immediately became energetic and patted his chest and said, "Let's go and collect tribute. I will give it to the adults and collect a lot of tribute."

"This is your new weapon." Gavin pointed to the empty space not far away and said, "Try it out."

The original weapon of the half-ogre roar had been burned by Gavin as firewood. That thing was not only clumsy, but also smelled bad. It was not even worth recycling.

On the open ground, there is still a giant wooden stick, but it is made of a thick branch of the Vanda tree. This kind of gnarled coniferous wood is famous for its sturdiness and is a good choice for making bows and weapon handles. There is a small piece of it on the nearby hilltop.

The newly made giant wooden stick is a bit like a baseball bat, but it is thicker and longer. The characteristic of the Vanda tree with many gnarls is perfectly reflected on this weapon, forming egg-sized protrusions, which will also become the lethality of this giant wooden stick.

The giant wooden stick is polished very smoothly. As the back half of the grip, it is densely wrapped with linen to prevent slipping. The whole body presents the golden color of the Vanda wood logs, with a unique deformed beauty.

"Is this prepared for me?" He roared a little unbelievably.

"Why, don't you like it?" Gavin still remembers the unique aesthetics of the half-ogres.

"I like it, I like it very much." The half-ogres nodded quickly. The deformed ugliness of the gnarled wood is very much to his taste.

"Try the feel, mainly the sense of balance." This weapon was naturally made by Gavin. This was a skill that he was forced to learn when he was a slave in the Zhentarim in his previous life. Many times, he had to use local materials to make some temporary weapons. The giant wooden stick was undoubtedly the simplest and crudest.

It was just the first time he made a weapon for a large person. Although he had tried it himself before using the giant transformation technique, there was still a big gap between his strength and that of the half-ogre. It felt that there was still a big gap.

"Good, good, good!" The half-ogre grinned and kept cheering. The multi-gnarled giant wooden stick was buzzing when he danced with it.

Gavin talked to him about the feel and balance, which was simply playing the lute to a cow.

Half-ogres have been using thick tree stumps as weapons for most of their lives. Now that they have a specially customized weapon, they feel extremely smooth. Who else can ask for anything else?

Even people like Goss who don't know much can feel that the half-ogres with new weapons are more terrifying.

Because the speed of his weapon swinging has obviously increased by several levels, it has become more difficult to dodge his attack. Except for Gavin, I believe that few people can easily dodge his big sweep.

Hou, who got the new weapon, was very happy. He kept swinging it while walking. The flowers, plants and small trees on the roadside were unlucky and were all knocked down by him.

Fortunately, the half-ogre was more careful with the new weapon and didn't have the brain to hit the boulders on the roadside.

This also has an advantage. Gavin and his men will not lose him. They will know where the half-ogre went by following the fallen flowers and plants all the way.

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

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

The second is to further use the influence of the half-ogre maw in the surrounding area, especially for those kobold tribes, if they encounter such a tribe.

Gavin and his men waited for the half-ogre to show off their power for a while before appearing with Goss.

Then they began to perform a double act.

Gavin subdued the half-ogre and acted like an unfathomable master.

Goss, on the other hand, used the power of the tiger to lobby the tribe to join the Black Well Tribe. He was self-taught in all kinds of coercion and inducement, and he could easily capture them.

Although there would not be many kobold tribes joining the Black Well Tribe on the spot, the information had been passed on to them. In the next period of time, they would definitely find ways to find out about the situation of the Black Well Tribe.

As long as the Black Well Tribe continues to maintain its current rapid expansion model, these tribes will have to reconsider Goss's proposal today.

The third is to squeeze the goblin tribes as much as possible. Although most of the things they get from them are rags, mosquitoes are still meat, and a little bit makes a lot, which is still considerable.

The most important thing is that one side gains while the other loses.

With the rapid expansion of the Black Well Tribe, their range of activities will gradually increase, and they will inevitably conflict with the surrounding goblin tribes. It is unlikely that they will join the Kobold Tribe, and they may resort to force for survival.

Now it is equivalent to weakening future enemies.

If you often walk by the river, you will get your shoes wet.

Not to mention the roar of the half-ogre, even Gavin did not expect that a routine tax collection would have twists and turns.

The half-ogre was rejected outside a simple goblin camp, and the goblins above said in a shrill voice: "From today on, we don't need to pay tribute to you anymore. We already have a new guardian."