The older warrior held an oak shield in one hand and a stainless steel sword in the other, and quickly walked towards the ogre with small steps.

The ogre did not take this warrior seriously. He was quite proud of his record of severely damaging two opponents with just one blow, and he also despised these hairless little men.

Of course, this does not mean that this ogre is arrogant. An overly arrogant ogre will never survive today.

Generally, when an ogre faces a human adventurer, he will first test the quality of his opponent, and the same is true for the ogre in front of him.

It starts with a powerful attack. If three human warriors can block it, the ogre will definitely run as far as possible; or if the warriors can avoid it without being hurt, then the ogre will also be cautious.

Much.

Because warriors (including barbarians and plate priests) are almost the face of all (ordinary) adventurer teams, the level of teammates of one or several powerful warriors must be basically not inferior.

However, two young warriors from the Yulas remnants lost their composure as soon as they came up, and were severely wounded by the ogre's stick, which taught the monster to underestimate the group of people.

It was too late, but it was soon. The man and the ogre met almost in the blink of an eye. However, the ogre had no patience and did not stop walking. He picked up a big wooden stick in his paw and pointed at the elder.

The soldier came over.

The human warrior was well prepared. He smashed the oak shield in his hand directly into the ogre's face to divert the monster's attention. The small steps under his feet changed instantly, and a sliding shovel swept under the ogre's big wooden club.

Passed by and rushed straight to the monster's feet.

Before the ogre could react, the human warrior slashed the ogre's ankle with his sword.

Just when the sword edge touched the monster's flesh, the warrior was shocked. Because he used the sharpness of the stainless steel sword in his hand to slash the ogre's body, it was like a dull knife cutting cowhide, and it was almost impossible to cause much effective damage.

harm.

As a result, the human warriors' plan to limit the ogre's mobility by cutting its ankles to stop the monster failed, and the consequences were naturally harmful to other human adventurers.

The first unlucky thing is the senior ranger who is attacking, but his shooting is the only thing that makes the ogre feel threatened. Even if the ogre's brain is not bright enough, he still knows that when facing the enemy, he must first eliminate those that are more threatening.

Target.

To sum it up in game terms, it is the relationship between output and hatred.

The tactical error of his companions gave the ranger who had just missed the third arrow almost no chance to react, and the ogre had already rushed in front of him. He did not even have time to dodge, so he could only hold the precious birch bow horizontally as much as possible.

In front of his chest, he was swung away by the monster with a stick, and fell to the ground like a torn bag, dying.

Then the ogre was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, driving the remaining adventurers into a panic. In the blink of an eye, it killed three people and injured two others, leaving only the older warriors from before.

And the veteran thief was unscathed.

But at this time, the two people had completely lost their fighting spirit. The thief didn't even have the courage to look at his companion, and the wolf ran into the bushes to escape for his life.

Although the old soldier lost his fighting spirit, he did not have the heart to escape after all. After all, in addition to the three dead corpses on the ground, there were four seriously injured companions. If he escaped just like that, the lives of the four people would definitely be at risk.

Of course, even if this soldier stays, the final outcome may be just one more life, but he still stays in the end, but he has to live and die with his companions.

At this time, the ogre was completely relieved and felt that he was safe.

It used its big, fat tongue to lick the human blood stained on the big wooden stick in its hand, and then prepared to harvest the last "two-legged sheep" to bring its hunting plan to a successful conclusion.

The human warriors mustered up their last remaining courage, chanted mottos praising the God of Courage, and launched the final attack on the ogres with their stainless steel swords raised.

Looking at the unrelenting human warriors, the ogre's dark yellow eyes radiated with a cruel smile. It was not worried about any threat this human could pose to itself, but was happy that this walking food did not escape.

The ogre hit the human warrior who rushed over with a slap in the face. Even though the human warrior was completely desperate, his excellent combat skills and rich experience against the enemy allowed him to face the ogre.

When attacking, he also subconsciously parried and dodged.

The long sword of fine steel collided with the big wooden stick, and the blade of the sword cut off wood fragments the size of a baby's palm on the wooden stick, but the long sword could not withstand the huge force of the impact and actually broke from it.

Seeing that the only threatening weapon on its prey was destroyed, the ogre couldn't help but roar loudly to express its excitement. It continuously swung at the human warriors, and the huge wooden stick was like

The bulldozer swept away everything in sight, and only the human soldier still struggled to the death with his agile footsteps.

While one man and one ogre were selflessly fighting, they heard two strange horse neighs suddenly coming from mid-air. The reason why these horses' neighs are strange is that most horses' neighs are low and short.

There was no sound, but this scream was as high as a cloud, almost like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.

Whether it was the ogres that were chasing human warriors or a few living humans, they all couldn't help but look up into the sky.

I saw a majestic Pegasus, covered in jet black ink, descending from the sky, and then two little girls, who looked like porcelain dolls, jumped off the Pegasus's back.

An eighty-nine-year-old girl with blond hair and fair skin, and a teenage girl with slightly shorter red hair.

The two girls were each wearing a pair of exquisite leather armors, with sheathed daggers that were too long for them hanging on their waists, and finely crafted crossbows on their backs.

Only the slightly older red-haired girl held a short cane-like stick in her hand.

What a pair of beautiful girls! But I don’t know which noble family’s daughter they are.

The human warrior took the opportunity to get some breathing space, but after seeing the appearance of the two girls clearly, he couldn't help but yelled like a curse: "Brainless bastards!

Hurry up and ride on your Pegasus!"

Unexpectedly, the two girls didn't appreciate it. The red-haired girl wrinkled her little nose and said loudly: "That uncle! Although I know you meant well when you scolded us, little Misha'er is still very angry! So I decided not to save him for the time being.

You are here!"

The human warrior didn't take what little Mishal said seriously. He was really anxious this time. After all, it was one thing for several big men to die in battle, but two ignorant and innocent children suddenly broke in and died.

, but it made him feel greatly unwilling.

The soldier didn't know how to save this doomed tragic situation. He could only follow his own heart and vowed to use his life to delay the monster for his two children.

When the ogre saw the appearance of the two girls, he couldn't help drooling from his huge mouth.

It should be noted that this monster is not only greedy and cruel by nature, but also very lustful. Their aesthetic values ​​are almost the same as those of mainstream humans, and they will not let go of any female creature of the right size.
Chapter completed!