Chapter 8: Looks like a rich guy
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The construction of the new cottage went relatively smoothly.
The roots of the desert thorn are very long and deep, and with the addition of the main trunk, it is barely usable.
Select the right shape and uproot it directly, insert it directly into the tribe, form a circle, and then weave and intersperse it with the branches of small desert thorns, and a hut where only one ogre can lie is formed.
In order to be able to seal a little more, Gorkin made them weave particularly thick.
A little water is poured directly on the roots of the desert thorns that support the main body, so that the desert thorns will continue to grow, and the roots will firmly grasp the sand underground.
In this way, the stability of the house is no longer worried.
There aren't many people who can do this, and ogres are one of them.
The ogre's skin is thick and thick, and the small thorns of the desert thorns can't pierce the ogre's skin.
And weaving the thorn hut is also the ogre's specialty.
Don't look at these guys as lazy, but they're handy at doing it.
It can only be said that none of the races that can thrive in this hellish land are fuel-efficient lamps.
It took most of the day to compile the Thorn Hut, and Nu even built a thorn wooden door.
Gorkin sent away a group of ogres, and Gorkin directly chose the embodied Void Cold Storage.
A cloud of pitch-black energy that only Gorkin could see swirled in the air with Gorkin's thoughts.
It seemed that there was no way to use it, and Gorkin directly chose this dark cloud of energy to cover the newly built Thorn Hut.
The void energy spread, and the cabin didn't look the slightest change from the outside, but Gorkin could feel that this hut was unusual.
When you open the door, you will see nothingness, as if you have entered the universe, and it is said that it is a cold storage, but what is frozen here is the time when the objects are stored.
It is impossible for living things to be stored, only dead things can be stored.
Moreover, this hut can only be seen by Gorkin when it is opened, and any other existence can only see an ordinary hut when it is opened.
Gorkin put the spring water tank directly into it.
The 500-liter water tank is actually a rectangular water tank with a length and width of one meter and a height of 50 centimeters, which is a capacity of half a ton.
If Gorkin had a larger tank, he could have filled the tank with water every day, so that he would have half a ton of spring water every day.
It's not the kind of water in an oasis.
Even this water can be traded as hard currency.
"Gorkin! What are you tossing about? How did I feel a strange energy? ”
Mother Honey walked out of her shed, looking at the extra small room in the tribe with some strange eyes.
"It's okay, I'm just doing some little experiments."
Gorkin can't explain it, as a cannibal magician, his mother has extremely high intelligence, and he will definitely not be able to deceive him, so it is better to be vague.
Honey didn't care too much about her own son, what did she have to worry about.
Today's food doesn't even have a chance to be on the food map.
No one exchanged spices with Gorkin all day today, and without them, Gorkin didn't bother to cook.
If the ogre's ordinary recipe is replaced by any Blue Star person, he is afraid that he will become a splatoon warrior every minute, and he will be the kind of trick that is sparse every day.
In the evening, Gorkin was enjoying the sunset in the shade, which was not too hot, and strode over with a meteor.
"Oasis! Raid! ”
Gorkin suddenly turned over and stood up: "Copy the guys, do them!" ”
Gorkin picked up the drumstick that had been placed in his doorway and turned his head to look at Fu.
"Blow the trumpet, call someone!"
Nodding angrily, he picked up the horn horn around his waist and put it to his mouth and slammed it hard.
"Toot ~~~~~"
The desolate sound of the horn echoed in the setting sun, and the ogres scattered outside gathered towards the tribe.
Nu is not only the tribe's number one thug, but also a trumpeter.
Although he doesn't understand what a trumpeter is.
Gorkin didn't ask him who was attacking his oasis, mainly because ordinary ogres couldn't express themselves clearly, and if they did, they asked in vain.
But whoever dares to snatch the oasis has no other way but to do it.
This is the foundation of survival.
Even if the black dragon comes, it has to fight, and the difference between dying in battle and dying of thirst is really not big, but the former is quite happy.
The ogre's feet are thick, which allows them to walk around the desert with flying speed.
Soon, the scattered ogres returned to the tribe, and they all grabbed their weapons, which looked murderous with their hideous faces and large waists.
Honey also walked out with her drumstick and stood behind Gorkin.
Gorkin casually tore through his tribe's somewhat torn battle flag and opened his bloody mouth.
"Oasis! waaaaaaagh！ ”
“waaaaaaagh！”
The other ogres didn't understand what it meant, but they found it exciting to shout.
Eighteen ogres, including Gorkin, who had left two wardens behind, rumbled towards the oasis.
He wanted to see which one of the well-fed ones had come to the ogre's displeasure!
As soon as I got close to the oasis, I saw a group of dark-skinned gnolls in their thirties.
Carrying meteor hammers and crossbows, they watched vigilantly at the ogres rushing by, and their mouths kept snoring, trying to scare them off.
The occasional flash of green on the weapons indicates that the weapons have been quenched.
A hint of doubt flashed in Gorkin's eyes.
Jackals are cunning and ferocious in nature, but they are not very courageous, and they are good at sending out groups to plunder the weak and fight the autumn wind, when did they dare to face the hard ogre?
These desert sideburns have changed?
Or is there something else to rely on?
Sure enough, a tall figure stepped out from behind the trees in the oasis.
It's a one-eyed monster.
This is a guy with a head and size comparable to that of an ogre.
But the one-eyed monster is clearly not the protagonist of today's battle.
On its shoulder sits a chair with a sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked green-skinned goblin with colorful bottles and jars.
A flash of understanding flashed in Gorkin's eyes.
Only goblins can drive the one-eyed monsters.
Cyclops have a great appetite, and they are usually in a master-servant employment relationship with the goblins, who need to pay money or supplies to convince the one-eyed monsters.
The persuaded Cyclops are highly loyal, and as long as the goblins can afford to do anything, even with their lives.
Therefore, the rich and powerful goblins are always willing to hire a one-eyed monster to show off their strength and wealth.
As for the goblins...
This is a very extreme race, the rich old watch occupies the oasis and does big business, and the old watch without money is not much better than the jerboa in the sand.
Gorkin looked at the goblin in front of him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Looks like a rich guy.
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