True smart people generally lament that "there is no shortage of smart people in this world." Of course, compared to the number of smart people, there are indeed more fools in this world. And the reason why fools do not show similar famous quotes, or similar famous quotes will not spread so widely is because fools are easy to fool. So there is no need to sigh.

It was like the tribes of ogres nowadays. They did not doubt "Why is it that in the ogre society where communication is very inconvenient and extremely low mobility can spread throughout the northern foothills of the endless mountains in the shortest time." Such an abnormal thing, those who are interested can naturally guess the May 43. But the ogres were not. The ogres were very angry, and the ogres quickly took action and formed a large army. The ogres advanced towards the land of the great trolls in the north. A large number of ogres troops formed a coalition. Countless fat meat lumps formed a meat mountain. And the "big fat overlord" Dajinyagrasule, who has the greatest prestige in the ogre society, became the ruler of this coalition.

This fat man could no longer walk. The monster who needed a large ticket to carry him (those miscellaneously exhausted) relied on robbing, drawing money for buying roads and the expenses of mercenaries to accumulate unimaginable money. He brought a pure gold crown that was as big as a washbasin. His clothes were covered with jewelry. The scepter of the trophy obtained from the Titans in the sky was also bright. What this fat and cunning bastard liked to do the most was to show off his wealth in front of the two armies. He would throw a whole box of gold coins without hesitation and throw it into his army with his hands as big as a shovel. That was a huge fortune that most people would not even dare to imagine.

I'm a little curious about it. What interesting things will happen if this nouveau riche has become a second-skinned guy and collides with those poor Batonians who are almost unable to eat. Are the Batonians so surprised that they simply turn against each other? Or are they eating this mountain of meat with green eyes? It's really an interesting thing to think about it.

In July 4802, the entire Silvania Eighth Division encountered an ogre coalition in the land of the great trolls. Under the Golden Tooth Tribe of the Prominent Golden Tooth Gresure, a total of more than 20 most powerful ogre tribes, as well as hundreds of thousands of ogre couples composed of more than fifty ordinary small tribes, ran towards the location of the Great Stomach God. The ogres were quite proud of this. Even the cannibal mercenaries who fought for life had never encountered such an interesting thing. Wars to assist the gods they believed in?! This is also a very novel and worth doing for the Ogre, a strange race.

Of course, most of them had not thought of another possibility. That was the strategy of the empire's prediction, the strategy of eliminating them all on the plains. Even a few of them were a little cunning. Just like Gesure, who thought of this, they did not care. Another disadvantage of the news was that they still regarded Sylvania's undead army as an army of the cold weapon era, with the same combat power as theirs. They had no idea what a terrifying army that would be against them.

Therefore, ogres are not afraid. Ogres gather all their troops, all their cannon fodder and reserve grain (Zabura). The ogres' power was condensed. No commander in this world has ever gathered so many such strong legions. Gesure and his soldiers thought they were invincible. And when they heard that their opponents were less than 30,000, it was even more so. Many people even felt that this was like anti-aircraft cannons hitting mosquitoes.

However, Gessurre had another abacus. Gessurre didn't want to end it just like this. This fat overlord is indeed very strange. It is a rare creature with high IQ in the ogre group. In this war, he thought of many things that other ogres could not even think of.

First, when the empire controlled the entire old world and established a strong, centralized empire, clearing out bandits and keeping the roads open, the ogres lost most of their income. Gessue knew that in the long run, the ogre society would definitely decline. So, if possible, he hoped that the old world could return to the original state of separatism of chaos and disputes. It would be convenient for the ogres to act and continue to earn more money and wealth.

The second point is that Gessure knew how powerful the terror empire that unified the entire old world was. He was afraid and flinched, and knew very well that his Great Gold Tooth Tribe, as well as some of his vassal tribes and their allies were not opponents of the Sylvanian Empire. So he had to convince more ogres to join his grand plan.

In fact, in the past two years, Gessurre had been recruiting soldiers. He used the wealthy treasures he had accumulated to exchange for more fresh meat, or simply took his troops to hunt desperately in the endless mountains. A large number of meat and a large amount of treasures were exchanged for the allegiance of more powerful ogre soldiers. The Great Gold Tooth Tribe grew and grew, and the consumption was getting bigger and bigger. The large amount of treasures that Gessurre had accumulated over decades was almost squandered. If this continued, he might have knocked down its Great Gold Tooth to exchange for money.

But Gesulai didn't care. This cunning ogre king knew a truth. That is, if you lose money, you can make money again. If you lose your way, it would be a waste. So even if you spend all your savings, as long as you can overthrow the Silvanian Empire, it would be worth it. But - it's just that recruiting soldiers in the past two years has indeed achieved remarkable results. But his family is about to be spent. But in the eyes of Da Jinya, the accumulated troops are still unable to compete with the Emperor.

This made Gessurre very distressed. After the rumors of the undead army intending to go to the north and destroy the Great Stomach God spread in the mountains, Gessurre immediately noticed this - this was a good opportunity! He immediately made a quick decision to induce the fire - and told the big truth to those 25-year-old tyrants, saying that the existence of the Sylvanian Empire far away in the sky would cause the ogres to decline in more than ten years and decades... These idiots would probably laugh and treat you as idiots. However, if they wanted to destroy the living beliefs of the ogre society, then these idiots would definitely be activated in the first time.

What happened next was as I expected, and Gesouri was expecting. He integrated a large number of ogres on the northern foot of the Endless Mountains as he wished. Then he went south and integrated the ogres in the land of the giant trolls. He rushed towards the north in a mighty way.

"After defeating these undead, we will rush our troops to attack the bats, and at the same time contact the human nobles and let them resist. No creature will be willing to be ruled by the dead. As long as we make a little achievements, we will be competing to follow. At that time, we will make a lot of money and eat big meat!" Big Gold Yagsully watched the elite soldiers in the helmet and armor running northward with high spirits. He was calculating what was next... Speaking of which, his psychological activities in the first half of the time did have a hint of wise master. It can even be said that he had a good judgment. But in the end, the ideal was...

Ogres are still ogres.

In this way, they were ambitious and advanced towards the position preset by the Sylvanian army. In front of the defense line deployed by the Emperor, which blocked them from the Great Stomach God, the ogres hit their heads and broke into blood...

The interlaced barbed wire, the fragmented battlefield separated by trenches, and the countless anti-infantry mines buried in the battlefield made the ogres at a loss. They had never seen such a strange scene. The originally expected artillery within a distance visible to the naked eye, the dense array of musketeers and spearmen, and the heavy knights with helmets and armor were all gone. What was going on? While the ogres hunted the wool elephants in the deep mountains, what changes had happened in this world?!

"Attack, attack! There are not many people!!!" Every big man and ogre tyrant shouted loudly, asking their soldiers to launch an attack. They had a way to attack mines and trenches. They just drove up countless cannon fodder and reserved food - that is, those gray-skinned miscellaneous items. They used them to trench mines and used them to fill trenches. They just rushed over for barbed wire and other things. It was no big deal to have a few small holes on their bodies.

However, for the firepower net of Emperor*'s artillery, bombing doves and machine guns, there are not so many good ways for the ogres. Even those iron stomachs wearing heavy armor cannot stop Emperor*'s heavy shells and bombs. The final result of fat all over the body is large amount of broken fat and meat. In the end, few ogres can rush to the front of Emperor*.
Chapter completed!