The ogres are the original inhabitants of the Western Continent, and the specific years of their existence are unknown. When people discovered this race, they had already multiplied and existed for hundreds of thousands of years, reaching as far as the Endless Sea in the south and as far as the polar frozen soil in the north.
It has footprints in every corner of the continent.
Although they are indigenous, they also have their own civilization, which is not inferior and complete.
It is said that ogres have a trace of the blood of ancient giants in their bodies, probably in order to survive in the cruel natural environment. During the long years of evolution, they have strong limbs, which are comparable to the power of Warcraft. Correspondingly, their brains
The development of children is delayed a lot, so the IQ of the entire race shows a downward trend, but there are always some exceptions in any ethnic group.
Two-headed ogres are such existences. They may not be as powerful as ordinary ogre warriors, but their IQ is absolutely explosive. They are natural shamans, with the ability to communicate with nature and elements, which is a record of tribal civilization.
and inheritors.
Seeing the ogre in front of him, Downton understood Johnson's situation. Once the ogre is born with two heads, it will become the natural chief of the tribe. I am afraid that it was under its instigation that the giant stone resisted him. Otherwise, he would
With its meager IQ, it doesn't know how to take advantage of the opportunity to blackmail.
"Dear Duke of the West, I am Gordok, the great shaman of the Bloodmaul tribe. You can call me Bloodmaul!"
The naming of tribesmen in primitive tribes is very simple. For example, chiefs and shamans can be directly named after the tribe. In addition to representing their identity, it is also because it is easy to remember.
"I'm Di Polo, does this guy speak the common language of mainland China? His accent is so standard!"
Jackson exclaimed, it was like seeing a primitive man wearing animal skins suddenly speak pure Breton with a London accent, it was simply eye-popping.
"The history of ogres is longer than that of humans. After all, we are the real masters of the Western Continent. Why do you think we are barbaric?"
Bloodmaul asked Jackson in return, it was clear and organized, how could it have any aura of the natives of the mountains? If it were not an ogre, it would be more like a scholar.
"I'm not interested in discussing history with you. Just explain your purpose of coming!" Downton was a scepter-level person after all. Looking around, he was confident and elegant. "If it's cooperation, please come in and have a cup of tea. If it's blackmail, then don't show your respect."
Mouth, my regiment has never been afraid of war!"
Bloodmaul shrugged his shoulders and stepped onto the steps.
"Great Shaman!"
The ogre guards at the front were startled and all came forward. They wanted to persuade Bloodmaul. What if the other party launched a secret attack and there was no one to protect him?
Although these natives are simple-minded, they are not stupid. Those barbarians from the North are not bad at individual combat, and they are simple and honest people. They are willing to give their lives for Downton. Not to mention those immortals who have the reputation of war machines.
The Abominations also surrounded them. Although there were not many of them, they were able to completely destroy the ogres individually.
"It doesn't matter. Even if the Duke of Downton wants to kill me, he will do it openly and openly to deter you."
Bloodmaul waved his hand, walked confidently across Downton, and walked into the mayor's hall first.
"Master, what about those humans and orcs?"
Quasimodo looked at the soldiers who were watching indifferently nearby, his tone full of murderous intent.
"Wait until I solve the problem of the indigenous people, then deal with them!"
Downton had no choice, the troops were too few, otherwise he would rather have a general purge. A benevolent general can never become a god of war, and iron-fisted methods are indispensable at all times.
"Celeste, serve tea!"
Downton sat in the main seat without hesitation, also showing his position.
"I am really flattered to have a princess serve you tea!"
Bloodmaul bowed and thanked Celes.
"You're welcome!"
Celes was not rude, but it always felt weird to see a big ogre being more polite than a gentleman.
"Explain your intentions!"
Downton was originally going to pick up the tea cup and take a sip first to prove that it was not poisonous, but he didn't expect that the blood mallet was clean and he drank it directly.
“Great tea!”
Bloodmaul praised, and went straight to the point, "I am a native, and I don't know how to beat around the bush. In one sentence, we want to become half the masters of the Western Territory!"
Celes was a princess, and although she was dissatisfied, she would not interrupt when a man was talking. But Jackson couldn't do that. Hearing Blood Hammer's words, he jumped up.
"Are you kidding? If the master gives up half of the Western Territory to you, he will become the laughing stock of the entire Western Continent and be nailed to the pillar of shame!"
It is already a huge shame to cede territory and seek peace. If the other party is still a low-status aborigine, not only will Downton's reputation be ruined, but his descendants will also live in ridicule every day.
"I would rather die fighting!"
Downton snorted, there was no need to talk about it.
"Your Majesty Duke, please listen to what I have to say!"
Bloodmaul signaled everyone to calm down.
"I understand what you mean. Besides, even if I give up the Western Territory to you, the other three dukes will not allow a native to become a lord. With your wisdom, you should understand, so you are nominally your lord, but secretly
Have actual control!"
After all, Downton has been taught by Homer for so long. If he can't even see these things, he would be stupid.
"That's right." Bloodmaul said bluntly, "Duke, please don't be too busy to refuse. In other words, you have no right to refuse at all."
"joke!"
Jackson retorted.
"Under your command, the human troops are the most numerous, but they are the least useful. They can only fight with the wind. The barbarians are good, but their numbers are too small, so in the end you can only rely on us hilly natives. Everyone understands that this is a battle.
In a life-and-death battle, we shed blood and lost our lives, and many families lost their husbands and children. Isn’t this sacrifice enough for us to occupy a piece of land?”
Bloodmaul asked back.
"Why do you want land? There is plenty of it in the Dragon Hills. You can live wherever you like!"
Jackson didn't understand.
Bloodmaul rolled his eyes and was too lazy to answer this idiot.
"I know that living in the hills is too hard. The food and clothing of the indigenous people are very poor. If they can gain a foothold in the human country, they can enjoy a better life."
Celes saw with her own eyes that the ogres that Quasimodo had just recruited out of the hills fought over a bag of salt. Several of them died.
Bloodmaul nodded.
"You want to reintegrate into the human kingdom, no, to be accepted by the mainstream race, right?"
Downton stared into Bloodmaul's eyes and couldn't help but praise, "I admire you!"
Bloodmaul was stunned. He didn't expect that Downton had guessed his truest purpose. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to be honest.
"No race wants to be treated as indigenous. No matter where we go, we will be despised and disgusted. This has been the case for our entire lives, but I don't want our descendants to still live in discrimination. We need respect and equality. We must let all races
They all look at us equally!"
"I, Di Polo, aren't people who do such things usually great men?"
Jackson was stunned. He was indeed a two-headed ogre, and his intelligence was extraordinary.
"Pioneer?"
Celes was stunned and immediately recalled the history books she had read. Martin Luther King, Saint Bear Gandhi, and Washington were all similar figures.
"If I remember correctly, when I recruited the natives, I had already designated a town for you to trade freely!"
As a lord, Downton doesn't want a pioneer to appear among his neighbors. The people of the same race are full of blood and fire. As a foreign race, it will definitely turn into a war in the end. Looking at the history books, there are no exceptions.
"I am very grateful for everything you have done for us!" Bloodmaul stood up and saluted, "This is why I am willing to have a frank talk with you."
Bloodmaul sincerely thanked him. Downton was the first human being he had ever seen who had no discrimination against the natives. Even if he occasionally killed, it was because of the greed and cruelty of the natives.
"There's no point in complimenting me, there's no need to talk about it!"
Downton shook his head and prepared to see off the guests. Without the natives, it seemed that he could only borrow troops from Andrea and Sissi. If not, he could also hire a mercenary group. He didn't believe it. He had hundreds of
With a fortune of billions, we still can’t find a desperado who is not afraid of death!
"etc!"
Seeing that Downton was determined, Bloodmaul became a little anxious, "You have to think clearly, once the Western Territory is breached, not only will you lose your position as Duke, but you will be exiled even if you are not hanged on the scaffold.
End."
"It doesn't matter, but before that, I will make the invading enemy pay an unbearable price!"
Downton shrugged his shoulders. The information was not equal. If Bloodmaul knew his trump card, he would definitely not say this.
"Let's go!"
Jackson sees off guests.
"Wait, one-third, okay, one-fifth of the Western Region is enough, right?" Seeing that Downton didn't reply, Bloodmaul gritted his teeth, "Okay, I just need to be close to all the small towns along the hills.
Isn’t this too demanding?”
"It's not high, but I can't do it!"
Downton flatly refused. Giving alms to the indigenous towns for free trade, and being taken away by them, are two completely different concepts.
"Duke, you probably don't know the strength of our hilly natives. One hundred thousand. We can mobilize one hundred thousand natives to help you invade the royal capital. It is possible to capture the entire Delankfurt."
Bloodmaul followed suit, "You won't be satisfied just being a Duke of the West, right?"
"If you could recruit 100,000 troops, you would have come here long ago, right? Why wait until now?"
Celes asked back.
"Let's not talk about how to coordinate the conflicts between your tribes. With abundant supplies, we will indeed recruit them like now, but then, what will I arm you with? Wearing animal skins, holding stone hammers and
Go fight those heavily armed human regular armies with wooden sticks? Haha, are you stupid, or do I look like a fool?"
Downton sneered, "Who can't draw a pie? The key is can you eat it?"
Blood Hammer was speechless.
"It takes at least 30,000 gold coins to arm an ogre. Have you ever thought that a group of unloyal soldiers may escape back to the hills at any time. Who will I cry to when I lose my wife and lose my troops?"
Downton hit the nail on the head when he said, "I am still young, and I would rather spend a few more years training soldiers with high benefits. At least they are from the West, and their interests are consistent with mine, and they can enjoy the dividends brought by the war.
Even if you fail, there is no way to escape." (To be continued...)