There exist many races occupying the Dark continent. All of them appear hideous, but some have the appearance similar to the common races. Among them were the Ogres.
Ogres were more often masculine and tall. Their heights can reach up to 4 meters and their weights averages about a ton. Their bodies mostly consist of pure muscles, and it was rare for their kind to be skinny or fat. Their skin was unique, they're mostly colored red, and there were only a few instances when one of them turns out blue or purple.
Although the ogres' physical prowess was exceedingly vast, their place in the hierarchy of warriors in the Dark army is surprisingly low. Often, they're ranked in the middle: above the races of harpies and orcs, and below the ranks of vampires and giants.
Although their allies trust their strength and consistency, they do not treat them as their aces. They're not the individuals who would be picked to rival the powerful heroes of the common races.
That has been the truth for the past hundreds of years. However, right now, a chance have arrived for one of them to climb the ranks and accomplish what his ancestors have not.
Recently, an empty seat among the Dark army generals has been presented to the common soldiers. The person who occupied it previously had apparently been slain by a hero.
Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I, Jugomo, the strongest warrior among the ogres, immediately leaped into action and planned an excursion to the outside world. Together with my own legion of army, I'm aiming to crush or occupy at least one of the human kingdoms.
If I succeed, I would surely receive the new general seat.
"Did they all ran away?" I asked my underling who came to report.
"A few of them did; most stayed to buy time for the others to escape," he answered with his hoarse voice.
Ordinary goblins mostly cannot learn any language, hence they cannot communicate. However, if they evolved into a superior variant, like the mage goblin who's reporting to me now, they will eventually be able to.
"Gumu... That is to be expected. Humans are cowards after all," I thought so.
If they were like us, the fiendish races, they wouldn't think of running away. In a war, the only option is to fight. Even if there is no chance of winning, we would hinder the enemy as much as we can and then perish.
"And the meat slaves? Have we captured more?"
"N-no, Sire... It seems like they were among those who ran away," the goblin mage answered nervously.
"They must have figured out what we plan to do with them. Of course, they won't want their females to be captured and be used as playthings and breeders for us."
"Kijikiji... They might be cowards, but they have smarts after all..."
"Kuku, no matter, we have plenty. We'll capture more later, and then we can toy with how many of them as much as we want. Umu, but be careful with how you treat them. You can be as rough as want, but at least keep them alive and with enough energy to bear your seeds."
"Kijikiji! Of course! A few of them attempted to kill themselves, so we cut off their limbs and pulled out their teeth so they wouldn't be able to. We won't let them die under our care."
Hmpfu... This is why an intelligent goblin is dangerous. An ordinary goblin wouldn't be able to think of such methods...
"With that said, Sire... Shouldn't we worry about you more?" he asked in return.
He must be talking about the several women laying on the floor around me. They were all bare-naked and wounded. Most of them have bruises in their bodies, some even have deep cuts.
"It's not my fault they were so fragile. Ask your men to treat them and bring me another bunch later."
I already broke the more appealing females, so it's a shame, all the remaining ones now were all unappealing. With that said, as long as I can stick my meat in them, I wouldn't mind compromising.
"We'll arrange those who are yet to get pregnant. As for those females... We'll bandage their wounds, but since they're already broken, we can only use them as baits or meatshields now.'"
"Good, do that," I nodded.
I have drained any worth they have, so there's nothing else that they can be useful for.
Even still... It truly is such a shame that I cannot enjoy a more good-looking female. All the meat slaves my army have captured so far were mediocre at best. The Dark king and the other male generals were fortunate as they get to enjoy the most beautiful women of the Dark continent, along with those they capture from the common races.
"I heard that the daughters of the king we're about to defeat were all pretty. I-I think we should capture them also...?" the goblin suddenly suggested, as if he was reading my mind.
"We'll do that," I answered positively.
"D-do you think you can also share them with us?"
"There should be plenty of them, so I'll keep the ones I set my eyes on and hand the others over to you."
I'm a generous leader, so I will not be greedy and share my loot to my men. However, I should still keep the best for myself as always. They can have the left-overs and trash.
"Tha-thank you very much, Sire!" the goblin excitedly bowed his head and expressed his gratitude.
"We shouldn't waste any more time. Let's march on," I ignored him and interrupted.
Finally, my time has come to show my worth to the Dark king and climb the ranks of his army.
Kukuku! I will not fail!