Originally, I just wanted to chat and learn about the history, culture, customs, taboos and so on, so that he could control these mercenaries immediately.

Maybe when will the mercenary be turned into his direct troops?

But unexpectedly, there was a lot of news in the first chat.

"But don't you have a beard? This beard is glued?"

Esky's eyes swayed left and right in his sockets, looking at the creature in front of him. The bearded man was attached to her face. Esky couldn't tell whether it was glued, but he continued to ask.

"So, there is no difference in appearance between ogre females and males, except whether the beard is glued or grown?"

This time, the female ogre was annoyed and punched the mountain wall with a punch. The iron fist glove hit the stone, smashing the tissue on the mountain wall, and yelling at Esky.

"I have better intestines and stronger in me!"

"You're right."

Eski slapped her mouth on the ogre's armor, almost causing her to stagger.

The female ogre turned around and was about to greet Esky's face with the fist that smashed the mountain wall, but when she saw the yellow light lit up on the claws, she had to give up.

Eski compared her and those without ogres. She seemed to be stronger. It seemed that the ogre females who could stick their beards could beat them even more.

But it is indeed impossible to be sure that those who have no beards are not females. If you consider the source of the beard of this female ogre.

"How do you tell who is female?"

Faced with Esky's problem, the female ogre just patted the plate armor on her chest and did not speak anymore.

I see.

Esky touched his beard and looked at the other beardless ogres. Most beardless ogres had plate armor or leather armor on their chests.

But the physiological structure of ogres is different from that of rats, humans, and other organs. Most of the important organs are in their big belly, made of thick fat and muscle protectors, and only belly armor protection is enough.

Only female ogres need additional protection of breast glands and install breastplate.

However, as they explore more details of life about ogres, their stomachs twitched.

All the ogres asked almost the same question.

“When will the meal start?”

Zorgor Thunderhoof was no exception and appeared in front of Esky.

Eski looked up at these big guys who were more than three meters tall and couldn't help but feel irritated.

"Slave rats will bring you more food."

Not only the noisy of these things, but also the stench that cannot be dissipated.

However, on the frontline of water shortage, taking a bath is just as luxurious as Scarvenmor.

Esky could even lick himself clean with the tongue of the clan's special bath slaves. The huge body of the ogre is not something that can be cleaned up by those slaves and mice.

Even if you have sufficient water resources, professional bath scrubbers have to spend a lot of effort.

"No, only our chef cooks delicious enough."... The ogres collectively opposed Esky's reply, and they sent the shorter men to Esky.

"It's OK."

Esky's eyes twitched, leading the half-length towards the kitchen that had been expanded in the past few days.

"You guys are waiting here, don't eat my mice!"

He threatened the ogre again with the metal wind, and the engineer turned around and looked at the half-body under his feet.

"How long will it take for you to prepare the barbecue they want?"

“That depends on our kitchenware.”

Before half of the people finished speaking, Esky heard the heavy footsteps behind him, the ogres carrying the pot and spices.

“The Skuri clan has a dedicated kitchen.”

Esky's words did not make half-body give up letting these ogres follow Scurry's kitchen.

There was a very obvious newly demolished and built building there. Both sides of the stone wall have been demolished, and the undisassembled roof is completely supported by a newly built load-bearing column.

On the more periphery, just under the roof supported by simple leather, a few new stoves are grilling strange-shaped meat that halflings have never seen before.

"Originally, this place was just a special place for engineers, but the meat has been prepared in advance these days, about thirty tons, and now it has been grilled in large quantities."

Listening to Esky's introduction, the half-ling's eyes did not stop on the ovens, but instead placed on the pile of things on a large long table inside the kitchen.

"Salt, is this sage? Sour grass juice? Such a little seasoning can be considered a kitchen?"

Half of the people complained in ogre language, while ordering the ogres to put down their luggage, unloading a large pile of bottles and jars from it, and placed them on the large wooden table in Scully's kitchen.

The ogre's movements showed a strange respect. Before the halfling could continue to say anything, he had already walked to the edge of the chopping board with his knife.

The halflings did not rush to give them new orders. They first went to the stove. As soon as they arrived at the place where the real barbecue was shocked by the burning and the fuel in the iron basket.

"What's this?"

The half-length pointed to the black thing and asked in shock, but she didn't even see clearly. The face of the clan rat chef who was taller than him was because of the disgust that he was pointed.

"Coke, this is the product after coal coking."

As he said that, Esky immediately released a paradise spell to the clan rat chef, so that he could understand what the halfling was saying.

After about a few minutes, the clan rat, who understood what the other party was complaining, replied unhappily.

"With this thing, the strange smell is less. In the past, charcoal was used to roast for engineers, but charcoal was very expensive. Today there is too much meat to roast."

"Can't the scraps used for making shields be used?"

Before Halfling asked, Esky first thought of the by-product of Scurry's factory.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading!

"But, engineers, our clan has not made wooden shields since last week."

The clan rat lowered his head, and the half-lid around him began a new round of noise.

"Esmeralda is here! You stupid mice don't even have garlic! No garlic! If you can't make good barbecue, I will use up all my garlic!"... The little half-ling patted her head and approached the engineer and shouted.

"Go buy, buy, soon."

Several clan rats took the sign given by the engineer warlock and ran towards the port on the side of the city, but Esky did not think he could catch up with this meal.

The port selling high-end ingredients is close to the northwest upstream, and is at least an hour away from Scottish's downstream station.

However, the halflings didn't think they could arrive, so they directly ordered the ogres.

"There is no time to make stews, but we can change the strange taste of this kind of barbecue. On the pot rack, we cook the barbecue and then find a way to change the taste."

As he said that, the halfling and a few ogres began to work hard, and the waiting group of rats could not even get involved.

"Do you have green flesh? Zorgor likes to eat vegetarian food."

The new request made Esky choose to ignore it, which made the ogres who helped the chef want to have an attack, but they could only take a look at it hatefully and continue chopping down the thing that could barely be called barbecue under the knife.

Esky's enthusiasm was also extinguished by the performance of these things.

Relatively powerful intelligent life is troublesome. It is not like rats and trolls who can teach them with whips, but it is not like weak clan rats and slave rats who can be subdued by force.

Such a little ogre is already like this.

Now he began to doubt whether it would be a good idea to rely on such a little force to try to enter Nurgle Garden, let alone other plans thereafter.

However, all this doubts disappeared from the deliciousness of the stewed barbecue.

The combination of sour, spicy, sweet and salty taste is not too salty, but a little bit salty. The sour and sweet taste are neutralized, bringing out the spicy taste, making Eski's appetite strong enough.

The meat of those meat is not known how to deal with it. After being cooked in the soup, it not only does not appear to be tidy, but it is quite tender and smooth. It is so soaked in the soup that it is roasted out of the scorched layer. It can be said to be extremely amazing.

but……

Esky's eyes fell on the chef who was also eating. Reading books

If you remember correctly, the meat of these little things is the best in the world.

"Zogor, doesn't the halfling taste delicious? Can you resist eating it?"

Esky looked at the half-ling, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and continued to bite off a cooked roasted distortion monster.

Zor responded quite loudly, even half of the body cast a look.

"I'm not a stupid ogre! Halflings are delicious, but only a few! If they were asked to cook, we could eat these every day instead of those bad things made by the butcher."

This made the ogre, who was obviously missing a piece of meat on the shoulder next to him, immediately stood up and retorted.

"You pursue delicious food! That's not the meat that ogres should eat at all. The big stomach god is what ogres need."

"If you don't shut up, I'll eat your left hand!"

Zor threatened and successfully shut the ogre.

Esky scratched his head. There was no way to let the ogre surrender.

But he has no way to slap the ogres, halflings, dwarves, elves, humans, these things he needs, or they are delicious. The ogres are still too disgusting... "After eating, you have to cooperate with my mice to improve your combat ability."

"Yes, just let us eat. In fact, you are much better than the little things you used to do. At least I haven't eaten this kind of meat, but you don't make it delicious."
To be continued...