After a fierce battle, the Dar Territory Winter Sweeping Army finally wiped out the long-standing thorn in its side—and without paying any terribly painful price. Because Sui Xiong had mercifully bestowed a wide-ranging divine grace, apart from three unlucky archers who died outright in battle, every other participant survived. Not even one was left crippled.
When Baron Dar received the news, he grinned from ear to ear, his plump face brimming with delight.
Watching the ogre tribe grow stronger by the day, he had actually been deeply worried. Sometimes, he even feared that those creatures might launch a large-scale invasion, destroy one or two villages, or even attack a town.
If hundreds of ogres truly came charging over, Dar City probably would not be able to hold them off. Worse still, ogres were highly intelligent. If they truly intended to attack the city, they would certainly drive great herds of Demonic Beasts ahead of them as vanguards—or cannon fodder. They might even first break through the villages and drive the refugees toward the town, crushing human morale and consuming even more of their food supplies. That would naturally make the town far easier to conquer.
Of course, individual ogres were not that intelligent. But once they formed a group, they often produced a chief or shaman, and then their level of intelligence rose dramatically, as did the threat they posed.
It was like a certain special group on Earth: when its proportion among the population was below 2%, there was true peace; once it exceeded 5%, it began disrupting social order; at 10%, it would use riots and various other means to promote laws favorable to itself; above 20%, it would launch terrorist attacks everywhere; and at 40%, it would turn around and persecute others...
The accumulation of quantity led