Dominant Run!

Prideful Fool, Ogre Village Chief!

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"Village Chief of the Ogres, we have arrived," announced Trya, one of the Dryad sisters, as she stood at the entrance of Tempest. At the request of her sister Treyni and their new lord, Rimuru, she had taken the lead in guiding the Ogre Chief and his entourage to their destination.

The Ogre Chief's group was made up of his wife, two sons, daughter, the village elder, and four other ogres from various clans.

Trya then turned to the Hobgoblin wolf rider standing guard at the entrance. "Could you please inform Rimuru-sama of our arrival?" she asked. After receiving an affirmative nod, she turned back to the Ogres and said, "Please wait here for a moment; someone will be here shortly to recive you."

"Thank you, Lady Trya," the Ogre Village Chief responded with a slight bow.

A few minutes later, an elegant rabbit girl appeared at the entrance, radiating a power that even the Ogres could sense. She glanced at the group of Ogres before offering Trya a warm smile. "Thank you for escorting them to our village."

"Of course, Fremea-sama," Trya replied, then vanished into thin air.

"Now then..." Fremea said, turning to face the Ogres. "Please follow me; I'll take you to the meeting hall."

They nodded and began walking behind her. As they followed, they observed the new village, and what they saw greatly surprised them. Not only were there a significant number of Hobgoblins working throughout the village, but there were also menacing wolves collaborating with them. This alone made it clear that the leader of this village was a strong existence.

The village elder, on the other hand, did a good job of hiding his concern, maintaining a calm and collected expression. However, in his heart, he knew that angering the lord of this village was a dangerous mistake. After all, anyone capable of naming so many monsters was not someone their village could afford to offend.

What worried him even more was how his chief and the young master would react to this whole situation. Unlike him, they hadn't ventured beyond their small village, where they were the strongest among their people. In the end, he just hoped they would be able to return home with their heads intact.

After walking for a few minutes, they finally arrived at a large wooden cabin guarded by a pair of Hobgoblin Wolf Riders and Lizardman warriors. Fremea paid them no mind and entered the cabin, instructing the others to follow.

The Ogre Chief directed two of his guards to remain outside while the rest of the group entered. Inside, they noticed the Lizardmen had already taken one side of the table, so they sensibly chose to occupy the other. Fremea took a seat near the head of the table, quietly observing the two groups.

The atmosphere in the room grew tense as the Ogres and Lizardmen silently regarded each other, each race clearly looking down on the other.

Just then, the silence was shattered as the cabin door swung open again. A blue-haired majin entered, exuding a powerful, domineering aura. Without acknowledging anyone in the room, he took his place at the head of the table. Accompanying him were a white-haired demoness who had come to deliver a message to the villages, a black-haired human woman, and Treyni the Dryad. They all seated themselves near him.

"First, let me thank you for accepting my invitation to this meeting," Rimuru began.

The Ogres and Lizardmen exchanged glances, inwardly thinking, 'Like we had any other choice.' 

"Now, the first item on the agenda is the Orcs," Rimuru continued. "Treyni, could you provide an overview of the situation?"

Treyni nodded and explained the sudden rise of an Orc Lord in the Jura Forest. She described the massive horde of Orcs marching through the forest, the threat they posed to all races, and the potential for the Orc Lord to evolve into an Orc Disaster.