Chapter 2

Golon, overshadowed by his younger brother and sister's shining auras, didn't have too hard a time. After all, the simple-minded and straightforward ogres wouldn't ostracize or bully the weak like humans would. Once the tribe recognized Golon as one of their own, the ogres in the tribe wouldn't treat him with any special gaze or attitude. In fact, Golon didn't feel any pressure at all; every tribe member treated him just as they treated Hakuriri, and no one would idly compare them. From this perspective, Golon was quite lucky to be an ogre.

The tribal system of the ogres seemed crude and insignificant compared to the social systems of other intelligent races, especially humans, but it still had a relatively well-organized division of labor. The physically strong ogres served as warriors, responsible for hunting and raiding, finding food, and protecting the entire tribe from other humanoid races, especially their archenemies, the Amazon centaurs. Hakuriri joined the ogre raiders at the age of eight, and of course, she always obtained the most spoils.

The wisdom of the seer Larabab guided the entire tribe, and he was the sole historian and custodian of the Black Hand tribe. Of course, when the tribe was attacked, his shamanic magic would use thunder and lightning to severely punish any fool who dared to challenge the ogres. Although his shamanic magic level wasn't very high, his unparalleled abundant magic power and the double casting ability of his two heads were enough to make any enemy vanish in the face of the primordial divine power.

As for the troll witch doctor, Old Haman... Although he wasn't an ogre, every injured ogre warrior in raids and battles needed his foul-smelling witch doctor ointments to numb the pain and speed up recovery, especially when facing the poison darts and arrows of the Amazon centaurs, his ointments were the only weapon that could counter them. Ogres were never a race that liked to exclude others; they could live peacefully with any intelligent creature on the continent, of course, except when they were hungry...

As for little Golon... This "little waste" who couldn't even lift a spear weighing less than a hundred pounds and had two eyes and only one head naturally couldn't become a warrior or a mage. However, he had his own specific tasks and responsibilities, which were... "cook."

Speaking of "cook," one must mention the "ingredients" issue. This problem... even children on the Dota continent knew. Any creature related to "people" was the ogres' favorite food. The name "ogre" came from this, though the ogres' favorite food was high-level intelligent beings (perhaps because they themselves were quite stupid). However, the ogres were basically omnivores, eating anything that flew in the sky, ran on the ground, swam in the water, any living creature, fruits, grains, and even grass, trees, and soil when they were extremely hungry. Ogres could be considered the most omnivorous creatures on the Dota continent, second only to the slime monsters.

However, the Black Hand tribe didn't have to live such a miserable and pitiful life because their food sources were very abundant.

The Black Hand tribe's village was built on the rich and fertile Mist Coast of the Sea Rock Bay Peninsula. Here, there were lush tropical rainforests, rich in species, with endless wild beasts to hunt and fish to catch. Moreover, it was only a few hundred kilometers from the bustling open trade port of "Sea Rock Bay Low Tide Port." Whether by land, sea, or large cargo airships, merchants frequently passed through here, providing the Black Hand tribe and the entire Sea Rock Bay Peninsula's ogres, trolls, centaurs, sirens, and orcs, who traditionally lived by raiding, with ample food and living supplies, as well as some shiny, glittering things and other unknown items.

Besides food, the ogres were not interested in the goods the merchants carried, but goblin merchants often risked being eaten to come to the Black Hand tribe, trading cheap fabrics and crudely made weapons for the "junk" that the ogres didn't need. This could be considered a win-win situation.

However, since Golon began serving as the Black Hand tribe's cook and managing the trade, the transactions began to change. The quantity and quality of the goods the ogres demanded in exchange for the plundered goods increased by dozens or even hundreds of times, and the variety of traded items became more diverse, such as... various spices and even beauty cosmetics. Even with the ogres' "exorbitant demands," the goblin merchants, who were willing to risk their lives for profit, still flocked to the Black Hand tribe, especially after Golon assured them that they wouldn't be eaten by the hungry ogres. The goblin merchants almost visited the Black Hand tribe every few days.

To digress a bit, in summary, the Black Hand tribe's food resources were very abundant, even to the point of being able to "store" them. And Golon, even before he became the cook, was already the manager of this food storage... Well, in the eyes of other races, this position might be more aptly called... "prison guard," "keeper," or even "butcher." Because what Golon managed wasn't just traditional foods like melons, bananas, and large pieces of cured meat, but also a large group of humans, centaurs, orcs, elves, and others imprisoned in the cave cells. As everyone knew, in the eyes of the ogres, all "living things" were equal to "food."

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The sunrise on the Mist Coast of Sea Rock Bay was fantastically beautiful. When a warm, golden sun slowly rose from the horizon, the warm light quickly dispelled the darkness and cold of the night...

Golon couldn't understand why the other tribe members couldn't appreciate this beauty, this grandeur, this vastness. They seemed to care about nothing but eating and sleeping. Except for his mother and sister, who sometimes discussed these topics with him, in the eyes of the other ogres, Golon was a very strange guy.

Actually, Golon also felt that he was somewhat different from other ogres, not in appearance but in something more fundamental, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. Shaking his head, Golon walked down to the cave entrance at the bottom of the sea cliff, where he worked, the Black Hand ogres' "kitchen" and "food storage." As one of the few ogres who didn't prioritize "eating" and "sleeping" above all else, Golon took his tribal duties very seriously.

This half-natural, half-artificially excavated ogre cave was very deep and winding, with hundreds of rooms of various sizes carved out by the strong and brutal ogre craftsmen. With simple but sturdy wooden fences and heavy iron chains, it became an excellent prison. A few days ago, the Black Hand ogre tribe had just raided a large human slave caravan, so now more than half of the cells were full.

Pushing open the large stone door at the cave entrance, one could immediately hear a chorus of pitiful cries for help. These were the sounds of the "food" that were not seriously injured and still had some strength left. After all, many of them were recently captured and still had plenty of energy, shouting loudly. When the tribe had a collective meal, Golon would naturally choose the ones with the loudest voices and the most strength first, as managing these energetic individuals was very troublesome, and they might even escape if not watched carefully. Although they couldn't escape the village, it would still cause a lot of trouble.

Various languages from different races echoed in the cave, naturally causing annoyance and anger, but Golon, being one of the few intelligent ogres, knew how to use dried seaweed to block his ears, a simple and effective method to reduce the noise during work.

Carefully inspecting each cell and checking the survival status of the "food" was part of Golon's daily routine. Those who were about to die or were particularly noisy were the first to be considered for handling. This was a lesson Golon had learned through his work.

Ogres originally didn't care about the "storage status" of their "food." As the "Ogre Guide" that King Mogar entrusted to Golon through the giant troll Raphana showed, although ogres placed "eating" above everything else, they were actually not particular about it. Before Golon became the tribe's cook, this cave was filled with stench and filth, and many "food" items were dragged away and eaten only after they had died and rotted for a long time. There had even been cases where "food" escaped from the cells, gathered together, and killed the guards before fleeing.

However, since Golon became the cook and food manager, the situation improved dramatically. As one of the few ogres who couldn't tolerate the stench, Golon used thick cloth to cover his mouth and nose and thoroughly cleaned the place. With the help of Hakuriri and a few ogre friends, he reclassified and organized all the "food." Those who were particularly energetic were thrown into the sturdiest cells, and those who were about to die were handled as soon as possible. Although the other ogres couldn't understand the significance of what Golon was doing, they could feel that the daily meals were much more delicious and getting better every day. Although ogres could eat anything like a garbage can, they still had basic taste senses. Especially after Golon started trading some of the raid spoils with the bold goblin merchants for spices and other special items, the living standards of the Black Hand tribe improved significantly. The ones who were most satisfied with this were Golon's mother, Raphana Black Hand, and his sister, Lili Black Hand. Compared to Golon's cooking, the previous food was just rotten garbage. Before this, the giant troll even only ate fruits and human food from raids. With the huge approval from his sister and mother, Golon gradually found his own value in his work.

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