The Ogre was wolfing down its food, and even Frank couldn't stand watching its ravenous behavior as it ate the corpses. So the two of them left the cave.
After waiting for almost an hour, the Ogre finally emerged, clutching his stomach. His body seemed to have grown several sizes larger, and two Troll corpses were slung over his shoulders. "Isaac's had a good meal; it's been a long time since I've had such a hearty meal. burp..."
"It's my pleasure to entertain you, and you're welcome to come anytime," Unas said. "However, the corpses will decompose even faster in a few days. Isaac, do you have any ideas?"
"Eat it all, before it rots. Isaac, go and call the brothers to eat." The Ogre tried to quicken his pace, but having just swallowed three Trolls, he couldn't move fast at all.
Unas grew suspicious. His brothers were probably all Ogre too; if he brought them all here, did he intend to eat human flesh as well? He quickly said, "No need to trouble your brothers to come over. I'll send someone to deliver the corpses to your place, how about that?"
"That's wonderful! Thank you, Isaac, human!" the Ogre shouted happily. "Isaac can now entertain his brothers himself!"
It seems I was overthinking things. Unas laughed, "However, I have one condition. I'd like to trade some weapons with you. Three corpses for one weapon—a very reasonable offer. What do you think?"
"No, no, the spiked club is Isaac's prized possession, and the brothers don't have many weapons. If you want to exchange weapons, go find Half-Face," the Ogre gripped the club tightly. "By the way, Half-Face said he wants to see a human."
"When?"
Isaac didn't know either.
When asked for information such as location, the Ogre knew nothing, only insisting that Unas give him all the corpses.
Unas had no use for the corpses, but still wanted to extract some remaining value. "If you have no weapons, then what do you have?"
"We're strong!" Isaac confidently, brandishing his spiked club with ferocious force. "We can help Half-Face beat people up."
"Okay! I'll give you all the Troll meat, how about you help me fight people?" Unas coaxed.
"No, Isaac promised Half-Face Boss he'd only help him beat people up."
"Why?"
"The Half-Face Boss defeated Chief Ulak, our chief! He's the strongest, and we only listen to him!"
A Dwarf was able to defeat the Ogre chieftain; Half-Face's strength was clearly not to be underestimated. Unas asked, "If I defeat Half-Face, will you obey me?"
"Us Human is just bragging; you can't even beat Isaac."
"Want to give it a try?" Unas asked eagerly. "You won't know until you try!"
"Ha ha!" The Ogre laughed and suddenly swung his club.
Unas fell backward, narrowly avoiding the attack. The spiked club almost grazed his nose, and he quickly drew his twin hammers to block the next blow.
Anyone who says Ogre are stupid will have to pay the price. That bastard seems honest on the surface, but he's actually cunning.
Isaac swung his spiked club repeatedly at his opponent on the ground. The Troll corpse on his shoulder wobbled and fell to the ground with the violent movements, but his opponent darted around like an eel and was impossible to hit.
The Ogre was so full that his speed was greatly reduced, and he even had difficulty turning around. Taking advantage of the moment when the spiked club missed, Unas circled around behind him, jumped up, and smashed the back of his head and neck repeatedly.
The little giant couldn't take it anymore after a few blows, but he couldn't dodge them no matter what he did. He could only drop his spiked club and shout, "I lost! I lost! Isaac lost!"
Unas, however, was not about to let him off easily. He struck the man's knees several more times before stopping, forcing the behemoth to kneel and beg for mercy. "Isaac knows he was wrong, Unas... humans are powerful!"
"It's good that you know you were wrong, but you still dared to ambush me?" Unas picked up the spiked club and put it into his Spatial Bag. "I'll take this weapon. Consider it payment for the Troll meat. Eighty-odd corpses for a weapon, you've made a killing."
"Waaah, don't take away Isaac's beloved stick!" The Ogre knelt on the ground, burying his face in his hands and sobbing. Only when he heard that he had been given a corpse in return did he feel a little better. "Isaac ate too much. This isn't fair."
Why didn't you think of fairness when you ambushed me?
"Hehe, that's a trick that Half-Face taught me, called 'Strike first, win later'."
"Looks like this guy got a bad education," Unas shook his head. "Get up and lead the way. My men and I will deliver the Troll meat to your place, and while we're at it, we'll pay our respects to Half-Face."
Unas summoned the guards who were training the army, giving some of the new recruits who had never seen blood a chance to come into contact with the dead. He ordered each of them to carry one or two corpses, and the eighty-odd corpses were quickly distributed among the sixty-odd men.
Limping, Isaac led the way, and the group slowly made its way toward the Ogre's lair.
The East District is Half-Face's main area of operation. He directly controls seventeen interconnected mining areas of varying sizes there, and Isaac's Ogre clan owns three of them.
Unas and his group's arrival immediately caused a sensation. After Isaac explained the situation, they were naturally very popular. Although Troll meat was not as delicious as human meat, it was an unparalleled delicacy for the Glowing Wheat, whose palate was even less suited to it.
The Ogre chieftain Ulak immediately wanted to hold a bonfire party to entertain Unas and his party, but he sternly refused, saying that they would never eat Troll meat, and judging from the eyes of these hungry wolves, he didn't want them to end up in the pot too.
Half-Face new messenger arrived, this time a dark-skinned, thin human who appeared agile and unceremonious, directly inviting Unas to pay his respects.
Unas ordered the guards to return first, taking only Frank with him, but Luther firmly disagreed, "Sir, what if Half-Face...? We can stay here for backup."
"If he really wants to turn hostile, our small group in this unfamiliar place will only become Ogres ' pot. We've already sent over the Troll corpses, so the demonstration has been achieved. Your going back and holding your ground is my best support."
"But--"
"My orders have been given, Captain Luther, go back." Unas's words confirmed Luther's appointment.
A soldier's instinct for obedience left Luther with no choice but to reply, "Yes, sir."
After watching the entire guard disappear into the passageway leading back, Unas and Frank followed the thin, dark-skinned young man.
"What's your name?" Unas asked.
"Hmph!" The dark-skinned, thin young man snorted coldly, without saying a word.
"Your name is 'Hmph'? That's a strange name."
The dark-skinned, thin young man completely ignored his flirting and quickened his pace, disappearing in an instant. Fortunately, Isaac limped up and continued to lead the way for them.
Beyond the Ogre territory lies the Dark Iron Dwarves settlement, where Half-Face is currently residing in one of the Caves.