Section 21 Negotiation

Ash Rufate looked around, and at least a dozen ogres staring at them (and holding weapons). Although the tyrant was holding raw cow legs in his hand, his weapon was placed next to him, reaching his hand.

"Master, you noticed that his weapon did not." In my mind, Carrie reminded.

Ashrufate looked at the tyrant's weapon - it was a giant pointed hammer. Apart from its size, the weapon was really unkind. But it was indeed a weapon suitable for ogres. The weapon of this giant creature largely reflects their character - huge, strong, and extremely dull. In fact, most of the ogres staring at this side were holding similar sticks. Although ogres would not refuse to have bladed weapons (as long as the weapon was large enough.

, suitable for them to use), but most ogres prefer sticks of various shapes. This weapon, which is too rough in the eyes of the dwarf, can release super destructive power under the brute force of the ogre. Because on the one hand, the big stick can strike a really fierce attack, and on the other hand, this weapon almost does not require maintenance. As we all know, if bladed weapons lack maintenance, they will quickly become rusty, passive and easily damaged and broken, and the big stick will hardly have such defects.

"What's wrong with this weapon?"

"Didn't you pay attention? This weapon seems to be the best weapon in their tribe." Carrie said.

Of course, the materials of ogre's big sticks are different. There are steel, wood, and even stone... This generally depends on the personal preferences of ogres. But except for a few examples with special tendencies, the materials of ogres' weapons are ultimately inclined to steel. Just like all other races, after countless actual combat tests and eliminations, steel finally proves that it is the final choice for weapons. Under normal circumstances, most ogres should hold big iron rods.

The weapons of other ogres around are not visible, all made of iron. Most of them are tied with a shoddy iron head on the handle of the wood. Some even have a large stone on the wood.

Although ogres are not good at smelting, they can at least obtain steel products from other races through transactions. From this point of view, this tribe is really poor. As far as Ashrufate's vision is, only the weapon of the tyrant is completely made of steel - some cracks have appeared on it.

This problem occurs only in the hands of ogres.

"Interesting..." After seeing these, Ashu Rufat immediately made an inference about this situation.

"I suddenly thought that we still lack some power to shock the scoundrels in Sivania. Undead creatures are prone to cause unnecessary panic... Ogres may be a good choice." In my mind, Carrie suddenly suggested.

"Um……"

"Qinxin once left some information related to the ogres. In fact, there are only two options to negotiate with them. The first is to tease their **. Ogres are all speculators, and the benchmark they choose is to look at what the benefits of adventure are. As long as they believe that there are enough benefits, they will accept employment. There is also a second way, as long as they show violence beyond them, they can simply let them obey their orders."

"But...what if they play any tricks..."

"Don't worry, ogres are not treacherous, and this is not because they think the conspiracy is wrong, but because they lack keen thinking to plan these tricks at the first time. If they agree to a certain agreement, they agree sincerely. You don't have to worry."

Ashrufa decided to calm down and looked at the ogre tyrant in front of him. This time he sent two guards to him, but at this time both guards were left outside the ogre camp, so he couldn't see what was happening in the camp. The ogres were almost all loud, and the camp was filled with noisy voices, so they couldn't hear clearly. In this way, Ashrufat could basically do whatever he wanted without worrying about showing some abilities that surpassed the dwarves.

Even if the two long hammer warriors heard something, they couldn't understand it - Ashu Rufate was sure of this. He repeatedly confirmed it on the way. You know, although the dwarves have a tradition of learning other racial languages, not every dwarf is a language master. At least the two long hammer warriors he brought cannot understand the language of the ogre.

"This is not a request, but an order!" Ashu Rufate said in the language of an ogre.

"Do you want to fight?" The tyrant's expression became excited.

"It's okay to ask me to fight you." Ashu Rufate replied. The tyrant reached out to grab his own stick, but Ashu Rufate was faster. He hooked the iron rod with his foot in advance, picked it up and caught it with his hands. If he was still in a normal shape, it was actually a bit difficult to do this. But since he had become half shorter, it would be no difficulty to do this.

The iron rod is very large, very thick and heavy. Even Ashu Rufate felt that it was not easy to use. But this did not affect his use of the rod and smashed the stone on one side.

These ogres may not have seen a dwarf able to wield the tyrant's stick freely. Because, including the tyrant, all ogres seem hesitant and do not rush up to fight directly. This also shows the self-interested nature of ogres - when they encounter strong enemies, the ogres' first reaction is to unite to fight against foreign enemies, or unite to join forces to fight against the invaders.

Ashu Rufate raised the big stick for the second time. This time the tyrant grabbed the stick and took it back from him. In a retaliation for Ashu Rufate's actions just now, the tyrant raised the stick and smashed it at another stone, and also smashed the stone to pieces.

"I don't care what you want to do, but it's not your turn to give orders here..." The tyrant danced his iron rod with a show of flaunting.

Ash Rufate instantly pulled out the sword of withering he carried (in order to avoid arousing the suspicion of the dwarf, he had to carry the sword on his body instead of summoning it with magic) and rushed towards the tyrant. Out of instinct, the tyrant smashed it with a stick, but Ash Rufate avoided the blow with a lightness that a dwarf could not do. He approached the opponent's body. The tyrant also showed a combat skill that almost surpassed the ogre, and with amazing strength and clever movements, he took back the stick in time and made a condescending second attack.

The distance was too close, and Ash Rufate could only block his head with his sword. The two weapons intersected, and almost all the ogres watching believed that this dwarf would directly turn into a ball of meat pie - at least to lose some of his arms and legs.

But the result was unexpected, and the huge iron rod was cut off by a much weaker long sword. The dwarf stepped up and took advantage of the opportunity to use the sword to cut a big hole in the tyrant's stomach shield.

Except for the slaughter master, all ogres have installed stomach shields on their big belly - this is the most important protection for ogres. An ogres can have no other armor, but he cannot have stomach shields. This is not only a religious factor, but also an objective need. Because almost all the important organs of ogres are concentrated in their big belly. Injuries in other places can make ogres disdain, but injuries on the belly will cause rapid and fatal effects. Only the slaughter master does not equip such things, it is said that they believe that their belly is protected by the gods.

Although the stomach shield helped the tyrant escape this disaster, Ash Rufate continued to advance and attack with his sword. The tyrant's huge body made him unable to avoid the attack, and each sword left a large and small wound on him. When he staggered back and tried to get the second weapon, Ash Rufate had already leaned forward and forced him into a pile of rocks.

The other ogres watched from a distance and did not siege. This was because the tyrants had no chance to call them for help, and the other half was because the ogres also had a tradition of single-handed fights. In the eyes of ogres, watching a single-handed showdown was an unparalleled entertainment. Besides, they still had the chance to get some bits and pieces to eat.

The tyrant was caught off guard and tripped a big stone on his leg and fell to the ground. His hand grabbed a stone and wanted to attack it as a weapon. But it was too late. The tyrant held the stone's hand and stopped in the air stiffly because Ash Rufate had already stood on him and aimed the sword at his nose. As long as he sent his sword forward, the ogre tribe would have to choose the next tyrant.

"What's your name?" Ashu Rufat asked. "The last time I saw you, I forgot to ask you."

"Mar Bob." The name of a normal ogre tyrant is dotted with a long list of nicknames, such as "Skull Broken", "Mountain Swallow", "Fat Stomach", etc., but this time, the tyrant named Mar Bob is very clever and ignores all the extra titles.

"Mar Bob? Well, Mar Bob," replied Ashu Rufate. "My name is Ashu Rufate. Maybe the last time I met you was not in this form, but you must still remember this name."

"Ash Rufate?" The tyrant hesitated for a long time. It was not his fault. Several years have passed. An ogre remembered that the name that he had heard only once a few years ago was too hard to be too strong. So Ash Rufate made a gesture, and in an instant, his body changed, from a dwarf to a rat man, a tall rat man covered with fiery red fur. Of course, this change only took a few seconds, and Ash Rufate quickly restored his dwarf appearance.

This was not a real change just now, but a magical illusion triggered by Carrie. But for the ogre, this short time is enough. Even if their IQ is not high, they recognized the big boss of the rat man. Because Ash Rufate's fiery red fur when he was a rat man was really eye-catching, and it is difficult to not notice it.

"It's you?" Marbob asked in surprise. Ashu Rufate shook his sword slightly, causing him to shut his mouth immediately.

"Now, I'll ask the question," said Ashu Rufate. "Do you understand?"

Marl Bob nodded vigorously.

"Do you have no place to go?" Ashu Rufate asked. "So you wander in the dwarf's kingdom?"

"We...we can't go back." Marl Bob admitted honestly. "We offended the Big Fat Overlord! He drove him out."

Because ogres are not a race that cannot be communicated, there are quite a lot of records about them. Ashu Rufat knows the term "Big Fatty Overlord". According to the records in the book, among ogres, the Big Fatty Overlord is equivalent to the dwarf's supreme king or the elves' phoenix king, and is the king with the highest power. Although all ogre tyrants have great autonomy in their respective tribes, they must bow to the Big Fatty Overlord and obey his orders.

"Very good, since that's the case, Mar Bob, I have a suggestion! As long as you start listening to me now, I will give you a good condition... a stable place of residence and a fresh meat that can be filled with you! If you want to fight, there are many battles to fight." Ashu Rufate said. It must be said that although the specific words seemed to be the type that could be negotiated, the movements in his hands and the tone of his speech were obviously not to be rejected by the other party.

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Seeing Ash Rufat calmly walk out of the ogre camp, the two long hammered warriors breathed a sigh of relief. Entering the ogre camp alone to negotiate with these villains did not require a little bit of courage. Success requires even more excellent diplomatic skills.

"Master, what's the situation?"

"Everything is done," Ash Rufate replied. "The negotiations with these ogres went well. I said that this is not too difficult, just negotiate in the way they understand it."
Chapter completed!