Horne strode out briskly, the ground rumbling as she kicked up billows of dust.

  Gorgin swiftly covered the plate of spicy chicken with his massive hand.

  Scarcity makes things precious.

  There wasn't an abundance of water and food for bartering seasonings, but the real issue was the meager supply of seasonings themselves.

  With just this plate of not - fully - fledged spicy chicken, it was simply impossible to whip up a second portion.

  If the dust were to ruin it, it would truly be a criminal waste.

  Even though these seasonings would likely be dismissed as artificial additives back in the Dragon Country, Gorgin hadn't tasted them in two decades.

  At times, he yearned deeply for a proper bowl of East Third Blue Star Malatang with its rich sesame paste.

  Horne, with her two heads and four eyes, fixed her gaze intently on the spicy chicken in Gorgin's hands, saliva streaming uncontrollably.

  It was rather odd. These days, Gorgin had managed to come up with so many peculiar cooking methods out of nowhere.

  But Horne never inquired.

  The son had grown up and become a legitimate chief. It was only natural for him to have a few personal secrets.

  Compared to delicious food, these little secrets paled into insignificance.

  Other ogres came thundering out as well, their eyes lighting up at the sight of the spicy chicken in Gorgin's hands.

  Gorgin was in a bit of a bind.

  Although these sand turkeys were plump, they certainly wouldn't be sufficient to feed every member of the tribe.

  Moreover, neither he nor his mother could be expected to have just one or two measly pieces.

  After all, his mother had two heads!

  Yet, looking at this group of eager - eyed "idiots" who resembled a pack of begging puppies, Gorgin's heart softened.

  "Come on, line up. Everyone gets one piece to have a taste," Gorgin called out.

  When it came to food, those who usually only uttered "adudu" suddenly became remarkably sensible and intelligent.

  Almost instantly, they formed a long line according to their usual strength rankings.

  Nu, as expected, was at the head of the line.

  Gorgin motioned for his mother to be patient and walked over to Nu.

  The one - eyed ogre with towering horns flashed an ingratiating smile.

  Gorgin inwardly rolled his eyes, selected a relatively larger piece, and tossed it into Nu's gaping maw.

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  To be honest, that piece of meat was barely bigger than one of Nu's teeth, hardly enough to make a dent.

  But they didn't care.

  Only after tasting the food cooked by their own chief did they realize that their previous meals were nothing more than mindless eating.

  Eating the chief's cooking, now that was what it meant to truly savor food!

  Even a morsel of food that could barely fill a tooth gap was still a delicacy, wasn't it?

  After distributing a piece of spicy chicken to each tribe member, he finally managed to disperse them.

  Only a small portion of the plate remained.

  Gorgin didn't even have the inclination to glance at the string of approval values that popped up in his mind.

  He had one head, his mother had two. Plus, this meal was meant to reward his mother for her arduous journey of hundreds of miles to carry out tasks for him. Gorgin felt too embarrassed to compete with her for the food.

  However, he doted on his mother. Horne took just a small bite with each of her two heads and then left the rest for Gorgin.

  Gorgin took a quick taste and then handed the remainder back to his mother.

  Well...

  The food he cooked didn't hold much allure for him.

  And it was still far from the flavor he remembered.

  In short, due to the lack of numerous auxiliary ingredients, this dish just wasn't delicious.

  Seeing this, Horne didn't stand on ceremony. She divided the remaining food into two and stuffed each half into the mouths of her two heads.

  Gorgin sighed.

  He wondered when he'd be able to cook a meal with all the necessary seasonings.

  With so many strange races in the endless desert, it seemed a shame not to use them for cooking.

  After preparing a large vat of meat soup, the ogres finally had their fill.

  Only after the ogres had finished eating did it become the turn of the brothel staff, Karlov, and the watchdog team.

  Strictly speaking, they were part of the tribe, yet not fully accepted by the ogres.

  It was only because Gorgin, the chief, had spoken that the ogres tolerated these "little guys" in their midst.

  Gorgin referred to them as vassal races or slaves.

  Once everyone was full, Gorgin finally had the leisure to see what kind of reward this plate of spicy chicken had netted him.

  He couldn't be bothered to count the approval values and instead focused directly on the final reward.

  [Dish: Spicy Chicken, Reward Obtained: Krummashaaar Weapon Chapter (Beginner Level).]

  [Krummashaaar Weapon Chapter (Beginner Level) (Faction Passive): As long as the members loyal to you wholeheartedly believe that the weapon in their hands can fulfill its intended function, then the weapon will indeed have that effect in their grasp. Beginner level, with a feeble effect.]

  Gorgin was astounded.

  Although he often shouted "waaaaagh", that was the battle cry of the greenskins. How could his ogres also gain such an ability?

  The only drawback was that this ability was limited to weapons and had only a weak impact.

  Most importantly, it required unwavering belief. Even the slightest hint of doubt would render it ineffective.

  Evidently, this effect was of no use to those with rational minds.

  But for ogres...

  "Nu!"

  "!!!"

  The one - eyed ogre charged forward with a thunderous rumble.

  Gorgin solemnly picked up his large bone hammer and presented it to Nu.

  "This is the weapon of the supreme chief of our tribe. Each strike can unleash searing flames!"

  "You are the most trusted member of my tribe and the most powerful ogre after me. I entrust you with this weapon that can set ablaze with every attack!"

  "Nu, tell me, can you bear this responsibility?"

  Nu, with a brain no larger than a fingernail, widened his single eye, his blood boiling with excitement at Gorgin's words.

  He thumped his chest vigorously, indicating his unwavering loyalty.

  Gorgin ceremoniously handed his long - ago - found bone hammer to Nu.

  "Go on, test if it suits you," he said.

  "Hoo!! Good!"

  Nu took it with a serious expression.

  Gorgin nodded. "Ogres believe, Krummashaaar!"

  Although Nu didn't understand, he nodded in agreement. "Krummashaaar!"

  With that, he rushed off eagerly. He wanted to show off to his fellow tribe members and test the might of the chief's weapon.

  Gorgin shrank his head.

  This was so easy to pull off. He remembered that Nu was the one who had found that big bone club for him in the first place...

  Then, something astonishing happened, stunning all the tribe members present.

  Another ogre, whom Nu had challenged to a fight, clashed with Nu's bone hammer. Suddenly, a massive inferno erupted from the hammer, surging towards the other ogre.

  "Roar~~~"

  The other ogre covered his face and fled towards the oasis.

  Nu stared at the bone hammer in his hand, his eyes wide, and then looked at the awestruck expressions of his tribe mates.

  He hoisted the bone hammer high in the air.

  "Krummashaaar!!!"