Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 114: When I Have 100 Spell Scrolls!

Chapter 114: When I Have 100 Spell Scrolls!

Two hours later.

Matthew opened his eyes again, his consciousness had returned to Troll Valley.

His mana was restored to 270 points!

As soon as he stepped out of the tent, he saw a rather interesting scene.

Jifan, holding a bag, was surrounded by a group of bowing female ogres.

The blue-skinned Yagron was also trailing behind him, leading a bunch of chubby ogre cubs.

Jifan pulled out a large salted fish, gently tapped it, and pointed to the big trees around the ogre camp, shouting in broken Giant:

"Tree! Fish!"

The female ogres stared blankly at him, their eyes fixed on the salted fish in his hand.

If it weren't for Beelzebub and Old Village Chief Field standing nearby, exuding a strong sense of deterrence, the ogres would have probably tried to snatch it by force.

"Is that all?"

Matthew blinked lightly but didn't say a word, silently observing the scene.

Unexpectedly, Jifan chuckled, lowered his head, and said to the drooling Yagron:

"Chop tree! Trade for fish!"

Yagron's eyes widened immediately; although he had just eaten a full meal two hours ago, he was already feeling hungry again.

He eagerly nodded and waddled his round body towards the trees at the camp's edge.

The ogre cubs eagerly followed behind him.

Seeing that the ogre cubs had started moving, Jifan signaled to Tom.

Tom grabbed a bunch of newly made wooden axes and tossed them to the ogre cubs.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the clustered female ogres, ensuring they showed no signs of aggression, and then demonstrated chopping at the tree trunk.

Yagron, clearly more intelligent, grabbed a wooden axe and began chopping with a "thunk thunk" sound.

The nearby ogre cubs, though a bit slow, quickly followed suit, imitating his actions.

Jifan loudly cheered them on, rewarding the most diligent cubs with small dried fish while waving the large salted fish in his hand.

"Chop tree! Trade for fish!"

Encouraged by the rewards, the ogre cubs chopped even harder, shouting along with Yagron.

"Chop tree! Trade for fish!"

Seeing no danger and unable to resist the smell of food, the female ogres hesitated for a while before coming over.

Watching their intimidating bodies, Tom instinctively swallowed nervously, but he held his ground and continued repeating:

"Chop tree! Trade for fish!"

"Chop tree... Trade for fish?"

Compared to the round, fierce-looking, horned, and tusked male ogres,

The female ogres resembled enlarged versions of human women.

Their skin was slightly darker, and they lacked the fearsome protruding fangs, though faint muscle lines were visible. Their curvaceous forms made Tom feel even more "pressured."

Hearing their somewhat rough inquiries, Tom quickly nodded and swallowed again, saying:

"Chop tree! Trade for fish!"