The construction of the new hut went rather smoothly.

  The roots of desert thorns are very long and deep. When combined with the trunks, they can barely be put to use.

  Gorgin selected thorns with suitable shapes, pulled them out along with their roots, and inserted them directly into the tribe to form a circle.

  Then, he wove and interlaced them with the branches of smaller desert thorns. Thus, a small hut where only one ogre could lie down took shape.

  To make it more airtight, Gorgin had them weave it extremely thick.

  He poured a little water on the root parts of the desert thorns that supported the main body of the hut.

  In this way, these desert thorns would continue to grow, and their roots would firmly grip the sand underground.

  With this done, there was no longer any need to worry about the stability of the hut.

  Few beings can do this, and ogres are one of them.

  Ogres have thick skin and tough flesh.

  The tiny thorns of desert thorns can't pierce an ogre's skin at all.

  And weaving thorn huts is an ogre's forte.

  Although these fellows are lazy and gluttonous, they handle this task with ease.

  It can only be said that no race that has managed to multiply in this hellish place is to be underestimated.

  It took most of the day to weave the thorn hut, and Nu even specially crafted a thorn - wood door.

  After sending away a group of ogres, Gorgin directly activated the void cold storage.

  A mass of pitch - black energy, visible only to Gorgin, kept spinning in the air according to his will.

  The method of use seemed intuitive. Gorgin directly chose to cover the newly - built thorn hut with this mass of black energy.

  As the void energy spread, the small wooden hut looked exactly the same from the outside, but Gorgin could sense that this hut was extraordinary.

  When he opened the door, all he could see was emptiness, as if he had entered the universe.

  It was called a cold storage, but what it actually froze was the time of the objects stored inside.

  Living things are out of the question; only dead things can be stored.

  Moreover, only when Gorgin opens the hut can the void cold storage be seen.

  When anyone or anything else opens it, they can only see an ordinary small hut.

  Gorgin directly placed the clear - water tank inside.

  The 500 - liter water tank was a rectangular one, one meter long and wide, and fifty centimeters high, with a capacity of half a ton.

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  If Gorgin had a larger water tank, he could completely scoop out the water from the tank every day, and in this way, he could have half a ton of clear water every day.

  This isn't the ordinary water from the oasis.

  In fact, this water could even be used as hard currency for trade.

  "Gorgin! What are you up to? Why do I sense a very strange energy?"

  Horne, his mother, walked out of her shed and looked at the newly - appeared hut in the tribe with curiosity.

  "Nothing. I'm just doing a little experiment."

  Gorgin couldn't explain. As an ogre mage, his mother was extremely intelligent, and he definitely couldn't deceive her.

  It was better to fudge an answer.

  Horne didn't care too much. After all, he was her own son, and she didn't have much to worry about.

  Today, no one exchanged seasonings with Gorgin. Without seasonings, Gorgin was too lazy to cook.

  An ordinary ogre meal, if eaten by any human from the Blue Planet, would probably turn them into a "jet fighter" (suffer from diarrhea) within minutes, having loose stools every day.

  In the evening, Gorgin was enjoying the not - too - hot afterglow of the setting sun in a shady place when Nu came striding over.

  "Oasis! Under attack!"

  Gorgin suddenly rolled over and stood up.

  "Grab your weapons and take them down!"

  Gorgin picked up the drumsticks placed at his door and turned to look at Nu.

  "Blow the horn and gather the troops!"

  Nu nodded, took out the ox - horn horn from his waist, and blew it hard.

  "Toooooooooo"

  The desolate and deep sound of the horn echoed under the setting sun, and the ogres scattered outside gathered towards the tribe one after another.

  Nu was not only the top fighter in the tribe but also served as the horn - blower, although he didn't really understand what a horn - blower was supposed to do.

  Gorgin didn't ask who was attacking his oasis.

  Ordinary ogres couldn't express themselves clearly anyway, so asking would be a waste of time.

  But no matter who it was, if they dared to seize the oasis, there was no other choice but to fight.

  The oasis was the foundation of their survival.

  Even if that black dragon came, it would have to fight.

  There wasn't much difference between dying in battle and dying of thirst, but the former was probably more straightforward.

  Ogres have broad and thick soles, which allow them to move quickly in the desert.

  Soon, the scattered ogres returned to the tribe and picked up their weapons one after another.

  With their ferocious faces and burly figures, they looked menacing.

  Horne came out carrying her drumsticks and stood behind Gorgin.

  Gorgin casually grabbed the somewhat tattered battle flag of his tribe and opened his huge mouth.

  "Oasis! Waaaaaaaagh!"

  "Waaaaaaaagh!"

  Although the other ogres didn't understand what this meant, they felt it was exciting to shout along.

  After leaving two ogres to guard the home, eighteen ogres, including Gorgin, charged towards the oasis with a rumble.

  He wanted to see who on earth, full and looking for trouble, dared to provoke the ogres.

  As soon as they approached the oasis, they saw a group of about thirty - plus jackals with dark - skinned.

  They were holding meteor hammers and crossbows, looking warily at the charging ogres, and kept howling, trying to scare the ogres away.

  The occasional flash of green on their weapons indicated that these weapons were poisoned.

  A hint of doubt flashed in Gorgin's eyes.

  Jackals are cunning and cruel by nature but lack courage.

  They are good at launching group attacks to plunder the weak. When did they dare to confront ogres head - on?

  Had these desert hyenas changed their nature?

  Or did they have some other backing?

  Sure enough, a tall figure emerged from behind the trees in the oasis.

  It was a cyclops.

  This was a creature whose size and build could compare to that of an ogre.

  However, this cyclops was clearly not the main character in today's battle.

  There was a chair propped on its shoulders, on which sat a sharp - nosed and monkey - cheeked goblin with green skin.

  There were colorful bottles and jars hanging on the chair.

  A look of understanding flashed in Gorgin's eyes.

  Only goblins can command cyclops.

  Cyclops have huge appetites.

  Usually, there is a master - servant employment relationship between them and goblins.

  Goblins need to use money or supplies to persuade cyclops.

  Persuaded cyclops are highly loyal. As long as goblins can afford the price, they are willing to do anything, even risk their lives.

  So, wealthy and powerful goblins are always willing to hire a cyclops to show off their strength and wealth.

  As for goblins...

  This is an extremely polarized race. Rich goblins occupy the oasis and run big businesses, while poor goblins are no better than the jerboas in the desert.

  Gorgin looked at the goblin in front of him and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

  It seemed this was a rich fellow.