Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 11

Four of the ogres are relatively strong, and they are all weaned young children.

Ogre is particularly precocious, and a one-year-old cub is about the same height and weight as an adult human.

There were already signs of cruelty on their childish faces, and they were fighting each other indiscriminately.

There were also two smaller cubs, all wet and smelling like urine.

Like Allen, they are all little ogres who were born less than a month ago and have not yet been weaned.

Allen sat up with support, leaning against the rough stone wall, feeling very uncomfortable.

The dirty cave, mixed with the smell of feces and rotting food, made him want to vomit.

Worse still, my stomach growled.

The strong hunger even made him unable to swallow his saliva when he saw the carrion.

At this moment, a terrifying scene appeared.

The little ogre opposite.

Maybe it's because I'm too hungry...

Fuck your sister's ogre blood!
Kelly is right!
Who cares about this kind of garbage bloodline? !
Might as well be extinct as soon as possible!

When I think that I will live in this stinking ghost place, grow up with a group of little guys who make Ollies, and even degenerate into them...

Allen had an urge to die.

At this time, there was a rumbling sound outside the cave.

It sounded like heavy footsteps.

Gradually.

A stout figure appeared.

It was a naked female ogre with a height of three meters.

In the left hand is a man dressed as an Orion.

The man's head had been crushed with a club.

His head drooped, blood dripping all the way.

"Hoho!! Cute babies, mommy is back!"

The female ogre let out a wild laugh.

"Good babies! Come and enjoy the prey!"

The female ogre expertly stripped the corpse naked.

Throw that naked dead man into the cave.

The four weaned little ogres cheered and rushed forward.

The female ogre walked into the cave, slapped her breast, and called her still-weaned baby to come and drink.

The mother has only two breasts, but has three cubs to nurse.

The cruel competition for survival of the ogre clan is fully reflected in the young stage.

Driven by hunger, Allen crawled towards his mother fighting back his nausea.

However, another cub kicked suddenly and kicked him hard.

slap!

Allen rolled out involuntarily and hit the rock wall.

Before he got up, a huge shadow suddenly fell.

puff!
The careless female ogre, who didn't see Alan, sat down firmly on him.

Intense excruciating pain accompanied by suffocation.

Submerged Allen's body.

The weight of the female ogre was nearly half a ton, and it was impossible for a cub like him who hadn't been weaned to resist.

Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely heard the sound of those two lucky cubs drinking milk...

that's it.

It only took Allen a short 10 minutes.

It completely experienced the whole life course of an ogre from birth to death.

Sitting dead by the careless mother.

Is there a more tragic way to die than this?
Allen finished his meditation with mixed feelings.

He really didn't like the habits of ogres.

But no way.

At present, only this kind of bloodline can be cultivated.

He died when he was born, and he was very unconvinced.

Although mentally exhausted, he entered into a meditative state again.

The entry-level ancestral meditation idea does not have the function of reloading and restarting.

Allen can only randomly fuse a new ancestral memory.

This time, he was born in the forest.

Sanitary conditions are better than caves.

The memory of the ancestral spirits is not continuous.

Keep only the more important parts of your life.

The same daily chores are mostly forgotten.

So Allen meditated for an hour in reality, and he had already lived in the jungle as an ogre for two months.

To be exact, he only lasted two months.

Just weaned.

The first time he went out with his mother to learn hunting skills, he died tragically under the siege of wolves.

Meditate twice before and after.

Only learned some female ogre postpartum care and breastfeeding knowledge.

There are also a few vulgar Giant language expletives.

Little gain.

Allen was suffocating in his heart.

Want to do it again.

Helpless meditation consumes too much mental power.

In particular, the experience of death is particularly traumatic, and may even leave a psychological shadow.

For the first time, he tried to return to his ancestors.

You can meditate twice in a row, experience the horror of death twice, and still not collapse, all supported by 18 points of spiritual attributes.

Now, his spiritual power is on the verge of exhaustion.

A splitting headache, unable to concentrate on meditation.

The principal's aunt has repeatedly warned.

Atavistic meditation is very dangerous!

If you are not careful, you will get lost in the hallucinations, unable to distinguish reality from the memory of your ancestors, become obsessed, and have a mental breakdown.

Especially in a state of mental exhaustion, the risk is greater.

Despite being very unwilling, Allen ended his practice rationally.

If you want to speed, you can't reach it.

Get a good night's sleep and keep your spirits up.

Continue to meditate tomorrow.

……

A month later.

summer evening.

The sound of cicadas, accompanied by a sleepy hot wind, floated through the open window into a bedroom on the second floor.

A burly young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, shirtless and wearing only a pair of shorts, sits on a straw mat with his back to the window and meditates with his eyes closed.

He had been sitting like this for an hour.

The weather was muggy.

The whole body was soaked in sweat, as if coated with a layer of shiny grease.

Under the hazy moonlight, the thick, sweaty arms, and the bare back with well-defined muscles, glowed with a bronze luster, like a sculpture highlighting strength and beauty.

"call……"

Allen opened his eyes.

Take a deep breath.

The corners of the lips are slightly raised.

For a whole month, I spent at least an hour a day in meditation, and finally achieved a small result
"It's not easy..." Allen sighed deeply.

Compared with myself living in a quiet town, the living environment of those ogre ancestor spirits in my blood is too cruel.

Ogre family values ​​are light.

There are only three things on the male mind.

Cooking, fighting and sex, and the object of sex is not limited to female ogres.

For any female creature that has just taken on a human form, including your own immediate relatives, and even elves, humans, and orcs with huge differences in size, you can have that impulse!
What's even more speechless is that the male ogres are all scumbags who put on their pants and refuse to admit it.

Just sow, not raise.

The responsibility for caring for the cubs falls entirely on the mother.

Because of this, smaller groups of ogres are often organized in matrilineal clans.

Larger tribes are composed of multiple clans, but most of them are chiefed by stronger male ogres.

(End of this chapter)