Some half-ogs cannot suppress their violent impulses, or half-ogs who cross with wild beasts will automatically leave if they cannot live quietly in the camp.

Although Blu found many architectural styles of houses, most of them were very dilapidated and many were vacant.

More than a thousand ogres here are almost all children between humans and ogres. After all, humans are the most populous intelligent race in Yarisg.

In recent decades, some changes have taken place in the semi-ogreats.

Some semi-ogreats with higher intelligence will try to go out after they feel that they have enough abilities.

Whether it is becoming a thief, a robber, a mercenary or an adventurer, relying on their strong physique is one of the ways out.

Although none of the ten half-ogreat ogres who can have such good results, as long as there is hope, this half-ogreat camp will not disappear.

Although they are born of curses, they also yearn for light.

Bru had a much better impression of them than ogres and goblins.

However, being discriminated against for a long time has made the half-ogreat and irritable to outsiders. They have experienced pain and discrimination since childhood.

The more wise you are, the more harm you will suffer.

Moreover, some half-ogs who venture outside and finally return to the camp will also tell others about their experiences, making others full of caution while hoping for the outside world.

Bru thought for a while, but in the end there was no good idea.

You can only "conquer people with virtue".

...

Bronzebeard? Thresh was lying weakly on the recliner he made. A sound of "Princess" came from his old bones, indicating that his old body was very tired.

"Oh, those difficult kids..." Years of adventure made him like to talk to himself alone.

"I'm asking me to carve toys, really, am I very idle?"

He took out a few common stones in the desert, pulled out the stone-carved knife from his backpack, and he began to carve it seriously.

Really fragrant warning!

Although only half of the dwarf bloodline, it also inherits the dwarf's impulse and talent to carve inorganic objects all the time.

The bronze beard complained about trouble, but in fact he liked this kind of activity very much. If those children could show a smile, his iron heart would melt.

When his blade fell on the stone, he seemed to have returned decades ago.

The Bronzebeard is not like a dwarf, because no dwarf would be as tall as him.

A dwarf of 1.8 meters?

Are you teasing me?

But he is indeed a dwarf, or half.

His mother was an archaeologist who was attacked by ogres during an archaeological activity in this desert.

His birth was caused by violence, which was not new. Her mother was a very optimistic dwarf. At that time, she smiled and said to the young him: "It would be great to be alive."

But no matter how optimistic the mother is, when she sees the growing bronze beard, she cannot stop the strange eyes of the tribesmen around her.

Eventually, the bronze beard lived only with his mother until he was six years old and was expelled.

Even after decades, my mother's expression was never forgotten.

At that time, except to find the beast, kill him and take revenge, he had to spend his life in the largest half-ogreat camp in the Arisger Desert.

Bronzebeard? Thresh is lucky that many half-ogreat kids died before they arrived at the camp, but he did not.

When we arrived at this famous "cursed land", the Bronzebeard saw various desperate half-ogreats.

When he expressed his intention, he thought he would resonate, but what he didn't expect was a desperate laugh.

"Child, I was like you back then, haha..."

"The beast you mentioned has long been dead, dead, dead!"

"The average lifespan of ogres is pitifully low. They all kill their own people. Your so-called enemy has long been dead!"

"Where are we, what is the purpose of living? Revenge? We have no enemies to avenge..."

The Bronzebeard lived in the Half Ogre Camp, and every day he looked for something like them, and then fell asleep and looked up at the sky.

After a while, he began to carve stones with the knife his mother gave before leaving.

I don't know how many years later, he began to try to take care of newborns in the camp or young children from outside with a few fellow tribes.

I don’t know how many years have passed, for the sake of his fellow tribes in the camp, he and twenty-seven companions walked out of the camp.

They used their blood and flesh to create a name outside.

The bronze beard uses a pair of scimitars, and years of carving make his scimitar a nightmare for the enemy.

In the end, only seven people were able to return to the camp.

They brought back a large number of books, astronomical wealth for the people in the camp, and—hope.

The half-ogreat camp began to undergo earth-shaking changes. Every day, there were unfortunate and desperate half-ogreat children coming, and every day, there were still many confused half-ogreats wandering around.

But a small number of half-ogreats are working hard to train and learn, hoping to one day be like the bronze beard and predecessors, go outside.

The bronze beard is already old. How old is he this year?

He himself forgot that for a long-lived dwarf, it is normal for him to jump around in his 200s before he dies.

It’s just that the bronze beard suffered a serious injury during his adventure, which often made his body feel sore, as if he was about to die at any time.

Or one day, in the innocent eyes of those curious children, the carving knife in his hand will suddenly fall and die.

"I actually have a lot of things in my house that have not been finished. My roof has begun to leak. The kitchen was soaked in the last heavy rain... I even wanted to help you guys carve the giant dragon statues... It's so stupid. It's really inherited the stupid mind of the ogre. It's so stupid."

"You are really self-aware, half-dwarf."

The bronze beard heard a sudden sound and immediately threw away the stone in his hand. Then he calmly walked to the hilt of the scimitar behind his back, and then looked in the direction where the sound came.

"Haha, you're still the same."

The sound this time was completely different from the sound just now, but this was the sound he had known for many years. The bronze beard frowned and then said fiercely: "Gurney, next time you scare me like this, I will directly smash the scimitar."

"Do you think a guerrilla soldier can't escape the scimitar that you, the old guy, hit?"

The bronze beard squinted his eyes. It was noon, the most dazzling time period in the desert.

He saw a small giant who was forty centimeters taller than himself walking towards him, as if the vicious sun in the sky did not exist.
Chapter completed!