It is obviously impossible for the ogre to know the night elves. The ogre who saw Sandys a few days ago has long disappeared, so they recognized that Eriel, who was the Draenei, had a attack.

Although these ogres are tall and strong, their clothes and weapons are very simple, and they obviously don't live a good life.

Since the collapse of the Gorian Empire, the influence of ogre independent city-states in various places has been declining. Although they still maintain good core combat power, the lower class people have lived a hard life and have to go out to hunt and fill their stomachs.

Fortunately, there are many wild animals in Delano, so it is not difficult to find food to fill your stomach with the combat power of ogres.

While barely maintaining food and clothing, the ogre wants to obtain more advanced equipment to seize a better hunting ground.

Because their forging technology does not meet the standards and cannot forge equipment that satisfies them, the ogre chose to grab the finished product from the Draenei with outstanding skills in all aspects. They only need to take it back and get modified to suit their body shape.

The bloodthirsty aura emitted from the ogre robber made Eriel tremble. These ogres obviously had killed someone with their own hands, and maybe they were her compatriots.

After all, Yiriel is still a garrison apprentice who has never experienced actual combat. Faced with this cruel aura, it is already good that she can control herself and not turn around and escape.

Andrea reached out and patted Iriel's hands that grabbed his sleeve and comforted him, "Be brave, since you have chosen to be the warhammer and shield of your tribe, you will sooner or later have a day of fighting face to face with the enemy."

"Even in the future, the enemies you face will be several times more brutal than ogres."

This is not what Andrea said, and the orcs who drank the blood of the demon were absolutely more cruel than the ogres.

As a person who can leave a name in the Azeroth world, Eriel's psychological quality is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people.

After the initial tension and panic, she reluctantly calmed down with Andrea's comfort.

"Take a deep breath to calm down your mood, stand aside and watch the battle with your heart."

In order to set an example for Iriel and to give the Delaney Ranger who was following in secret a good impression, Andrea did not use the Shadow Spell to instantly kill these ogres.

"Buzz!"

Elune's tears, suspended at the top of Ganier's Staff, stretched out a purple light blade, and Andrea pulled out the Dark Empire Sword hanging around her waist.

Although it lost the special effects brought by Saratas, the Dark Empire Sword is a magical artifact made of ancient god claws, and it can be trusted at least to its sturdiness.

After waiting for a long time but not getting Eriel's response, the ogre bandit finally lost patience.

The ogre leader who was in charge of holding two axes in his hand stared fiercely at Andrea who stood up with his one-eyed eyes.

"A weak little thing, smash you down!"

"call!"

The two axes carried the heavy sound of breaking the wind and smashed Andrea at the foot. After a mistake, Andrea moved flexibly and avoided the opponent's first round of axe.

"roar!"

The ogres don't have the sense of glory of a one-on-one fight. Seeing the leader taking action, other robbers also wield their weapons to join the battle circle.

"clang!"

The Dark Empire Sword in his left hand handed a hammer that blocked an ogre. Andrea's left hand sank, and the ogre's strength was somewhat beyond his expectations.

It is indeed more powerful than the Tauren, but its flexibility is a little worse.

With his skill, he slightly turned the angle of the Dark Empire Sword and removed the ogre's hammer along the inclined surface of the sword body.

At the same time, the ogre leader who retracted his movements once again revived his two-handed battle axe and launched a combo to Andrea.

As the king player who is mingling in the arena, Andrea was not scared by the opponent's angrily aura. His sword stick blocked the attacks from both sides. At the same time, he quickly avoided every attack from the robber leader with as small steps as possible.

"Ho ho"

A round of explosions can never hit anyone, even if he is as stupid as an ogre, he realizes that he seems to have hit a bad plate.

The panting robber leader flashed his eyes in his eyes, and the axe in his hand lost his previous indomitable spirit while wielding it.

Andrea's eyes flashed with a flash of light. Taking advantage of the opponent's strength to make a sudden progress in his life, he drove the opponent's one-handed battle axe to the outer space to move back to defense with his right fingers flexibly rotating the Ganier's staff.

"Buzz"

The rotating Ganier's Staff accelerated with centrifugal force, cutting the robber leader's naked abdomen that had no time to defend, and red blood spurted out towards Andrea.

Most of the blood was bounced away by the rotating Ganil's rod, and the robber leader who was roaring in pain naturally leaned back. Andrea turned around with the rotation force, and the long sword in his left hand cut across the opponent's neck with the rotation.

The scream stopped abruptly, and a one-eyed head with eyes that were dying with urgency fell to the ground, and his face still maintained a look of fear and reluctance.

The sudden death of the leader calmed the ogres who were clamoring for attack, and many bandits showed their desire to retreat in their eyes.

But Andrea did not intend to let them go. His skillful sword sticks quickly reaped the lives of the bandits who had lost their fighting spirit and spirit.

"Swish"

Punching through the heart of the last ogre, Andrea pulled out the sword from his body and swung it hard on the ground. The bright red blood was thrown to the ground in a spray.

Iriel witnessed the cruel death fight for the first time. Her originally blue face was a little pale, and she covered her mouth with her hands and made dry retching.

"vomit"

The strong smell of blood on the battlefield and the foul smell emitted from the ogres formed a very unpleasant smell. Coupled with the very "meal" scene in front of me, Irell finally couldn't help but vomit first.

Within the past few hundred years, Andrea happened to have a new apprentice. Niana's reaction to the bloody battle for the first time was no better than Iriel. He had begun to get used to the rookies' reaction.

"Come and have a good look after vomiting."

Andrea sat on a short rock next to the corpse without any scruples, pointed to the ogre's corpse and said to Eriel, "Adit for this scene as soon as possible, and don't make the same mistake again next time you fight."

"If you showed such a weak posture on the battlefield, the other party would have chopped off your head with one knife while you were vomiting. Don't you want Samara to face your body sadly, right?"

In the heart of Eriel, who was dependent on her sister, Samara was her most important spiritual harbor, and Andrea's provocation soon worked.

"Ahem"

Yiriel forced herself to raise her head, and the bright red liquid flowing on the ground almost made her turn subconsciously, but this girl had a stubborn temper and stared at the body without turning her head.

Andrea had a smile of praise on his lips, "Very good. Remember the tragic situation of these corpses. I don't want your compatriots and relatives to become like this. In the future, you must work hard to adapt to the battlefield and become a strong shield in front of your relatives and friends."

Ireal, who was still pale, nodded firmly and murmured in a self-hypnotic manner.

"I can do it, I will definitely do it. These are enemies and are not worthy of sympathy."
Chapter completed!