Alyris and the Count's team.
They were now on a hillside, where a slain lamb was hanging. The blood from its wounds, under the Count's control, became unusually dense.
Slowly floating in one direction.
In the ogre camp.
A few ogres were still grumbling and dragging their feet, clearly unwilling to go out hunting.
Besides greed, ogres are naturally lazy.
"Get moving, stop lying there!" The two-headed ogre tapped the heads of other ogres with a staff like a tree trunk, urging them to take action.
"The food's gone, the belly's still hungry, gotta go hunting, hmm..." Broken Tooth stood up, even though he was being knocked relentlessly, he still moved sluggishly.
Still muttering complaints.
But even so, he had to get moving.
At this time, one of the heads of the two-headed ogre lifted up, sniffing the air keenly.
"The smell of blood, there's prey."
He said, tapping with the staff again.
"Hurry up, hurry, your belly's hungry!"
