Chapter 11 Ogre Mage

In a corner of Storm Peak, in the Cannibal Valley, more than a dozen ogres were surrounding a burnt wild boar, feasting on it. They were tearing the meat apart with great excitement, leaving a mess all over the ground.

"Mine, all mine!"

"You fool, are you worthy enough to compete with me?"

The tallest and fattest ogre among them knocked his companion unconscious with a club, snatched the pork leg from his hand, swallowed it in one gulp, and licked his fingers with satisfaction.

His name is Trump, and he is the leader of the ogre tribe.

Trump found that he was getting smarter and smarter, and his subordinates often said so. However, they did not use such advanced words, and only said to him: "He is really good at finding food."

But Trump was smart enough to understand what they meant and was very happy about it.

In the ogre's dictionary, "being able to find food" is the greatest compliment, whether it is using a thick stick or a clever brain.

In addition to binge eating, Trump would also read the books he had snatched from "Little Snacks" before, reading with great interest and learning a lot of useful things from them:
For example, he learned from the book "Theon's Adventures" that if you put a treasure chest or scatter a handful of gold coins on the road, then dig a deep pit in front and cover it with thatch, you will soon get more "little people". The book calls this behavior a "trap", and Trump likes this elegant name very much.

What fascinated him most was something called "spell" in "Fireball Analysis for Idiots", which allowed him to send out fireballs bigger than a boar's head and easily turn a mammoth into barbecue.

It was in this method that Trump obtained a large amount of food, and he integrated the ogres, who usually lived in groups of two or three nearby, into a tribe of more than twenty individuals. After all, those who refused to join were turned into barbecue by Trump and remained in everyone's stomachs.

This was a groundbreaking achievement that would go down in the history of the ogres—at least that's what Trump thought, so he named the tribe "New Era," a term he learned from the book.

It's a pity that no one in the ogre tribe could understand this name, and one of his subordinates asked why it was not called the "Big Meat" tribe. As a result, Trump gave him a good beating.

Trump always feels a little disappointed with his ogres.

Every time he wanted to form a formation to ambush the enemy according to the instructions in the "Military Drill Manual", the ogres would shout "Meat! Meat!" and rush forward in a mess, waving their clubs.

He wanted to teach his men to speak the common language, hoping to extort more food from humans, but the ogres got nothing except the three words "eat", "meat" and "food".

"Ugh……"

"There are still too few smart people in the tribe."

While eating, Trump often thought and sighed.

However, the other ogres did not have such worries. They fell into a deep sleep with loud snores after their meal.

He has recently been focusing on training an ogre named "Big Head". This guy, as his name suggests, has a big head, which is worth two people. Rumple thinks that guys with big heads may be smarter.

"Boss, there's food over there!"

The "scout" arranged by Trump said excitedly on the top of the hill.

"Big Head, what's coming?"

Rumple happily spat out a bone and climbed up the hill. After all, ogres would never be full.

"It's a big lizard, with lots of meat!"

The ogre known as Big Head danced and waved his mace.

Is it a salamander?

Or maybe a wyvern?

Several images suddenly flashed through Trump's mind, but none of them seemed to be easy to mess with.

"Describe what you look like."

"Let me see it—it's the same color as fresh meat, red, with four legs, two wings, and a tail..."

The more Trump listened, the more he felt something was wrong, so he climbed up the mountain himself and saw the "big lizard" on the opposite side.

His face suddenly changed and he hit Big Head hard with a club, making the already huge head swell even bigger.

"You idiot!"

"That's a fucking dragon! A real dragon!"

After saying this, Trump was still angry, so he chased the stupid ogre and beat him severely, making him wail continuously.

Big Head said aggrievedly: "Boss, why did you hit me? What did I say wrong?"

“It’s just a big lizard.”

Indeed, compared to most of his kind, he was considered smart. He could recognize that it was a lizard instead of shouting "meat" and "meat", which was already difficult. "You still say!"

"I'll let you say it!"

"Stop fighting, Boss. That... uh... dragon you mentioned is coming."

Big Head covered his swollen head and screamed.

Lang Pu put down the mallet in his hand and raised his head unhappily.

But he saw that the red dragon had already flown above him, with its wings spread, and the shadow it cast enveloped him.

Rump used his clever brain to organize his words, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:
"Uh...Mr. Red Dragon, who is powerful, noble and majestic, Datou is an ignorant and foolish man who does not know etiquette. I will discipline him well. I hope you will not condescend to argue with him."

Considering that there is a proud dragon in the sky, Lang Pu's choice of words and sentences specifically referred to the words and sentences in the "Record of Noble Etiquette".

As soon as these words came out, the strong scent of the bard was so strong that Red Cassius almost fell from mid-air.

The red dragon did not answer, but just looked down at the clever ogre.

But there was a hint of surprise that was hard to conceal in his vertical pupils.

[Based on your own strength, you can observe the following information]
[Ogre Mage]

Name: Rump

Type: Large giant, neutral evil
Race: Ogre
Ac: 12 (Hide Armor)

Attributes:
Strength - 18
Agility - 8
Constitution——16
Intelligence - 17
Perception – 8
Charm - 12
熟练项：奥术+3、捕猎+4、陷阱+3、阅读+6、军事+2、统治+4、草药+2、游说+2、欺瞒+2
Senses: Passive Perception 14 ft.

Languages: Common, Draconic, Giant
Action: Punching, biting, pounding

Combat Equipment:

[Ring of Wisdom Research]: A certain great wizard put all his efforts into making a headband for a stupid noble student. It can lock the intelligence to 17.

[Mystic Ring]: Arcane +1 Reading +4
[Albert's Mithril Bracelet]: Immunity to 4th-level spells once per day.

Occupational level: Level 5 Mage

Caster Level: 5th
Spells:

1 ring - none

2 ring - none

3rd level - Fireball

Challenge Rating: 6 (2 XP)

Comment: "This is a rare ogre mage. He is really smart. Don't underestimate him, or he will use fireballs to let you taste the consequences of despising a mage."

"Arcane, military, ruling, herbal medicine... He is good at both literature and martial arts, and he also knows magic. This guy is a talent..."

Cassius couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

With an intelligence of 17, he would be considered a wise man in a human city. If he were in an orc tribe, he might be called a "prophet".

It's a pity that this is in the ogre tribe who can do nothing but eat and sleep, and he can only be a hardworking leader who finds food for his subordinates.

The intelligence headband can be said to be a magical item in the early stage.

If Cassius was currently a mage, he would definitely try his best to seize it, but unfortunately he has already chosen the path of a warlock and has no plans to work part-time for the time being.

It would be better to recruit a mage as your subordinate at this moment.

The multiverse is so vast that it has infinite possibilities.

Even ogres can become mages, so is there anything impossible?

The air was a little stagnant at this time.

The red dragon and the ogre stared at each other

Langpu looked at the red dragon who seemed to be in deep thought, clenched the hammer in his hand, and broke out in a cold sweat on his head. He was already ready to construct a spell model in his mind.

(End of this chapter)