Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 112: "+5" Ogre - Blue Fatty

Chapter 112: "+5" Ogre - Blue Fatty

"Gurgle..."

The hunger in his stomach kept protesting.

Unlike other ogres with gray-brown skin, Yagron was entirely light blue.

He was holding his round belly with his small, stubby hands, and his large, clear black-and-white eyes reflected the image of food not far away.

It was a type of food Yagron had never seen before, bright white and transparent, exuding a hazy steam.

The sweet aroma made Yagron constantly twitch his nose, and drool flowed freely from his mouth.

The hunger made him unwilling to continue squatting there; he carefully moved his chubby body, sneaking around to avoid his aunts' watchful eyes.

To avoid making any noise, Yagron even placed his hands on the ground and crawled slowly, step by step.

His mind completely focused on the food, Yagron didn't notice the figure standing nearby as he cautiously moved his round body to the edge of the large pot.

"Huff huff..."

The sound of the porridge bubbling was so pleasing to Yagron's ears.

Aside from the beautiful white rice grains, the light-colored chunks of meat emitted an even more enticing aroma.

Occasionally, half a fish body would emerge, making the broth even thicker and more fragrant.

He couldn't help but grin foolishly, his chubby hands reaching out toward the food.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a bright red flame flared up, startling Yagron, who quickly pulled back his hand.

The leaping flame looked fierce, leaving a deep impression on Yagron.

The food was right in front of him, but Yagron couldn't eat it, which made him anxious, and he began to whimper.

His voice awakened the motionless female ogres, who turned their heads in shock.

Somehow, this little fatty had crawled out of the pen that imprisoned them and ended up in front of a human campfire!

The extremely protective female ogres stood up anxiously, but their shouts were stuck in their throats.

Because the figure they feared the most was quietly standing behind Yagron!

The greedy little fatty hadn't realized this and continued anxiously circling the large pot, whimpering with his chubby mouth.

At that moment, a large, light-blue arm scooped up a big chunk of food with a large ladle and placed it into a bright white metal bowl.

The little fatty stared dumbfounded at this scene, his chubby mouth hanging open, and drool slowly dripped down, landing with a "plop" on the ground.

"Do you want to eat?"

The calm, low voice reached Yagron's ears.

The little fatty nodded without thinking, but felt a bit strange, as he had no memory of being able to speak this way.

But he didn't have the brainpower to think about that problem; his eyes followed the food bowl placed in front of him, just as he was about to excitedly pounce on it.

A small stick struck his little hand.

The pain made the little fatty immediately retract his hand, and his black-and-white eyes became watery.

Even at that moment, Yagron didn't turn to look at the figure that made the sound; his eyes remained fixed on the food!

A true, sincere little foodie!