There was an unspoken rule in nature.
That was, if you wanted to gain ownership of a certain territory, you had to defend it from the attacks of other races. Only then would other races recognize your ownership of the land. Otherwise, they could attack you again at any time. In other words, if the ogres wanted other races to recognize their ownership of the new territory, they had to fight off the attack of humans and use blood and death to stabilize their rule of the land. Otherwise, the battle for the territory would last for a long time.
There were many unclaimed lands in the wilderness.
If it was a small group wandering, no one would care. However, once a large group migrated, the original balance would be destroyed.
Humans would not allow large groups of ogres near the road unless they were scared and took the initiative to avoid the territory, clear the monsters in other areas, and open another road. Most of the roads between the cities were not populated because the large groups that originally occupied the roads were all cleared by humans generation after generation. This was how the bloody trade roads were opened in the wilderness. Wild creatures would remember a lesson. Even if there was a migration, they would avoid the roads.
The ogres occupying this place was a challenge.
They had to declare their ownership of the land to other races. There was nothing more powerful than defeating humans.
After all, this was the wilderness, not a well-cultivated field. If the humans failed once, they would not endlessly throw themselves into the battle to expel them. This was because there was no benefit for them to fight. At most, they would set up a defense line at the border. If it was a land that had been cultivated for generations, then the battle would become endless. The determination of humans to protect and cultivate the land was stronger than any other race.
This happened many times.
Autumnfall was built by the half-elves to expel the ogres. They fought for hundreds of years to protect this land, dealing with the attacks of the ogres, orcs, and mountain dwarves. Until all the nearby races could not do anything to them, they forced the other races to recognize the half-elves' rule of hundreds of kilometers around Autumnfall. Only when the other races don't dare to provoke you will you truly own this piece of land. Only then can you declare your ownership to the other races.
Otherwise, they would only laugh at you mercilessly and attack your territory when you were weak or not paying attention.
The humans who lived in the wilderness, although they built villages, could only be said to be living in the wilderness. They couldn't be said to be the owners of the land in the wilderness.
It was impossible to carve out a territory in this world without using blood to pave the way.
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Søren saw the Ogre Tribe's flag the next afternoon.
Actually, it shouldn't be called a battle flag. It was just something built with a circle of stones. In the middle was a wooden pole with the skeleton of a humanoid creature stuck on it.
This is a sign.
This meant that this was the territory of the Ogres from the very beginning. They had the right to hunt in this territory, and any other race that entered would be considered invading their territory. It was as if he had seen a huge stone sign before entering Whiterun's territory. The sign was engraved with the words "Whiterun" and the emblem of a warhorse.
"Looks like it really is an ogre tribe." Yass's expression was very solemn.
Only the ethnic groups that formed tribes would enclose their land and use some signs to prove their ownership of the land. It was like a declaration of war to other races. You had to either fight them off, or you had to acknowledge their rule. From now on, this land belongs to them. If you enter their territory, they have the right to punish you. In other words, as far as the ogres were concerned, all human caravans that passed through their territory were food delivered to their doorstep.
This was because this was their territory.
It was the same for dragons before they built their lairs. They would leave their scent in their territory, and other creatures would not dare to approach them.
"Cut it down!"
A man who was obviously a Whiterun officer shouted. Although Whiterun did not have the strength to expand into the wilderness, they could not accept the ogres' behavior. It would not have mattered if it was anywhere else, but this close to Whiterun was tantamount to touching their reverse scale. Conquering the wilderness was not a matter of strength. It also required land for cultivation and warriors who could protect the civilians. Otherwise, if you recklessly expanded your territory, the population would decrease due to various reasons.
It took Whiterun hundreds of years to expand its territory from tens of kilometers to hundreds of kilometers.
Even so, there were still monster attacks at the borders of Whiterun. Gnolls and other creatures were still active in the forests, mountains, lakes, and other areas of the territory, and they would occasionally attack the established villages. As long as there was no land for cultivation, the creatures in the wilderness would always reproduce. If you killed this group, new ones would be born. If you drove away this group, other creatures would migrate. It took at least twenty years for humans to train a qualified warrior. Ordinary civilians had no advantage against monsters.
Bang!
The heavy flagpole fell to the ground, and the Whiterun army continued to advance.
Since the ogre tribe had encroached on this land, it was inevitable that they would build a large-scale settlement.
In other words, a fortress.
Ogre tribes were different from wandering Ogres. There were at least a few hundred of them. Although they didn't seem like a lot, they were all first-rate warriors. Ogre tribes also had their own heritage. They knew how to forge weapons, make leather armor, tame wild animals, and capture slaves on a large scale. Ogres would capture large numbers of kobolds and goblins as their slaves, and at the same time, mine, forge, serve, and store food for them.
A tribe of five hundred ogres had to occupy at least fifty kilometers of land to ensure that there was enough food.
This was because their staple food was meat.
The adventurers and army scouts spread out. Large-scale ogres would not wander around, and they would definitely build a settlement.
It was best to deal with them before they were completed. Otherwise, Whiterun would have to face a siege!
The adventurers' expressions became much more serious. The original two-man team expanded to five people. Søren worked with three other adventurers to form a five-man team to explore the plains. Ogres were dangerous creatures. Their skin was as tough as ordinary leather armor, and they had a thick layer of fat on their bodies. Even crossbows could not hurt their internal organs. They could not fight the ogres head-on. The best way to deal with them was to drag them around and exhaust their stamina before finding an opportunity to kill them.
The deeper they went, the more traces there were of ogres.
When Søren and the others saw the traces of ogres, their expressions stiffened.
There was a camp built halfway up the mountain, and it was already half-completed. Tall ogres could be seen cutting down logs at the foot of the mountain. The strong ogre warriors carried hundreds of pounds of logs up the mountain, and with the cooperation of the other ogres, they nailed the logs into the ground. The ogres were literally cutting down the mountain. Groups of kobold slaves were cleaning up the rocks under their whips. There were also traces of furnaces in the distance. The kobolds were forging weapons for the ogres.
Ogres did not need exquisite equipment. They only needed iron weapons, and they would become a terrifying threat!
"Look!"
Yass took out a telescope and said with an ugly expression, "Look at the ogre warriors on guard over there."
Søren looked over, and his expression turned ugly as well. He saw an ogre warrior wearing full body armor, holding a two hundred pound spiked club in his hand. There was heavy armor on his shoulders and chest, but it was not the kind of armor made by humans. It looked more like something forged by third-rate blacksmiths. Just the shoulder armor alone weighed twenty to thirty pounds. Normal humans would not be able to wear it, but it was nothing to the ogres.
"This is definitely the work of a two-headed ogre wizard!"
Søren put down the telescope and said in a low voice, "Normal ogres don't have that much intelligence. It's good enough that they didn't eat the captives. Only ogres that have become wizards know how to tame and rule. "
The settlement was more than half completed.
With the ogres as labor, the construction was done very quickly. Although the settlement looked a little crude, it was built with thick logs. It was very sturdy, and it was filled with a primitive and rough aura. There were wooden poles on the mountain walls, and corpses of goblins, kobolds, lizardmen, and gnolls were stuck on them. Soran could almost see most of the intelligent creatures in the wilderness. They were captured as slaves in the village and worked hard under the cruel rule. If they were even a little slower, the ogres would laugh and wave their leather whips. Most of the time, the ogres would tear open their skin and take away half of their lives. After that, they would be thrown into huge cages by other ogres.
The cages were filled with food.
There was also a giant cage near the edge of the settlement, and it seemed like something was locked inside.
There were a lot of ogres!
There were four to five hundred of them in front of him, and a conservative estimate of eight hundred ogres. This was a large tribe of ogres that had been around for hundreds of years. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many ogres. Ogres were an extremely xenophobic race. If it wasn't for the ogres that were born in the tribe, any ogres in the wasteland would become their food.
Some ogres from different tribes were enemies, and they would often kill each other when they met.
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