Saru's eyes were like brass bells, and he was vigorously biting the front leg bone of the bison in his hand, the meat overflowing with juice, and he munched on it while staring at the slave girl beside him with bad intentions.

This is a hybrid slave girl of an orc and a jungle banshee, the only one who has the physique not to be tormented to death by the ogre's tireless desire to reproduce, and importantly, in the eyes of the male ogres, they are far better looking than the strong and rude female ogres.

Everything is relative, and the so-called good looks are no exception.

Saru is the leader of this ogre territory, he is tall and burly, he is naturally petrified, invulnerable, and he has the best IQ among ogres, after killing the previous leader in a duel, he took over the entire territory and ruled brutally for several years.

Especially after the appearance of that mysterious black-robed man, his dominance has been greatly improved, and it can be said that it is unbreakable.

The black-robed man had given him stronger physique and strength, but the thought of his lifeless, ghostly eyes made him feel terrified from the bottom of his heart.

Ogres are naturally evil creatures, but this does not affect them in the slightest from bullying the weak and fearing, stupidity and fear are often accompanied, and the noble quality of courage does not exist in them at all.

Sometimes they will rush to be killed by their own kind in order to win the right to mate, but that has nothing to do with bravery.

It's just stupid instinct.

Saru felt the power in his body, the month was coming soon, this power was declining violently, and it seemed that it was time to go to the black-robed man to replenish the potion again.

Saru's movements slowed down, and his thirst for potions grew by the day, especially as he grew older and the young, strong ogre looked more and more at him.

The powerful aura of the black-robed man made him unable to raise any thoughts of resisting or killing people, and what he was worried about was that the black-robed man would leave one day, and then he would lose his asylum.

The feeling of being controlled by people, even if it is as stupid as an ogre, does not feel good, Saru gasped and let out a low, unwilling roar, he only hoped that the black-robed man would stay in that underground cavern and never come out.

This sense of crisis made Saru feel bored, and he was about to put down the cow bones when he suddenly heard an inaudible whistling from outside the tent, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

It was the whistling of arrows piercing through the air.

"Guard!" Saru slammed to his feet, roared, picked up the thick mace studded with white bones beside the bed, and rushed out.

Before he got out of the tent, he didn't forget to carry the natural ability of petrified skin.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that his invulnerability ability would become as fragile as papyrus in front of a black feather arrow.

"Poof!"

The black feather arrow didn't make any waves in the darkness, as if it had been shot from hell, with a powerful impact, it burrowed into Saru's left shoulder, penetrating through the bone, the arrow slightly broke through the skin behind it, and then it was firmly stuck between the flesh and bones, and green blood spurted backwards.

Saru let out an earth-shattering howl.

There was a commotion in the ogre camp, the fire was lit, but there were no guards around, Saru felt a great danger coming, he retreated very cowardly, and retreated into the tent, and at the moment when the heavy animal skin curtain fell, a black light came in through the gap and shot his right arm, and the sharp arrow clung to the arm bone and penetrated the muscle, rushing forward, and stopping at the edge of the arrow tail into the previous life.

The ogre leader's petrified skin was not completely useless, which made him lucky to keep his right arm, but the mace could no longer hold it, he dropped the mace, sat back and fell to the ground, trying to pull the black arrow out of his right arm, but his left shoulder was so badly injured that he couldn't use any strength at all.

Saru's ferocious beastly nature was stimulated at this moment, he screamed wildly and lowered his head to bite the black arrow, slowly pulled the black arrow out with a mouth full of blood, and then grabbed the shaft of the arrow with his left hand and pulled the arrow out violently, the severe pain made him scream, and the sweat of his whole body gushed out.

What enemy would have such a powerful crossbow?

Saru is confident in his petrified skin, with the help of this life-saving skill, I don't know how many people have died under his mace, and his head is shattered by him like an egg, and the arrow that can penetrate his body can only be so powerful when shot by a dragon hunting crossbow.

It was likely to be a hunting group of human armies, but they rarely appeared here, and the target should not be ogres, but the alien beasts of the Black Curse Forest.

Saru gasped, turned around and pulled a leather package from under the rough wooden table, and pulled something out of it, it was a black club, made of unknown material, light but steel, with a green gem set at the end, and a shimmering light inside.

The black-robed man gave him a life-saving weapon, a powerful magic artifact, which he never used.

The ogre leader pointed the magic guide at the tent door, moved nervously and leaned against the wooden table, his eyes swept over, and the slave girl was trembling wrapped in animal skins.

The skin curtain didn't move, and Saru could hear the howls and heavy footsteps of ogres outside, who were gathering in this direction, and in less than two minutes they should be here.

The air in the tent seemed to freeze, and the sounds outside seemed to become distant, and Saru had never felt that time had passed so slowly, he was sweating profusely, his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and the moment his eyes moved, he suddenly found the slave girl's eyes widen in horror.

Where is she looking?

Saru felt that his brain was running out at first, but the next moment a faint sound came from above his head and he suddenly raised his head, and the top of the tent was cut through a round hole at some point, and a black figure fell with the sound of the wind.

Saru rolled on the spot very vigorously, even the most agile ogre could not help but admire when he saw this roll, and he definitely rolled out of the style of elves, no, goblins.

Falling God didn't expect that her volley would miss, but she didn't care, the strength of the ogre leader was limited to her size in her eyes.

She searched for clues for two years before she found the cave, which was deep in the ogre camp, under the pyramid, and only the ogre leader knew how to open it.

She looked at Saru, who had been hit by two arrows, he had basically lost the ability to attack, but it did not affect his mobility, which was exactly what she wanted, and when the ugly ogre stared at her and swallowed saliva, she suddenly felt a danger.

The evil aura at the end of the black object in the ogre's hand, the green stone, made her realize what was wrong.

Magic guide, this ogre actually has a magic guide in his hand!

"Ka!"

Saru crushed the green stone, and the dark green light shone for a moment, and in an instant, a dark green light shot out from the tip of the black short rod, enveloping the Falling Spirit, even the elves could not dodge it in such a short distance.

The black-robed man had said that the role of this magic guide was to imprison, not harm, and that the power of magic would completely incapacitate the target, as if they were petrified.

Saru grinned an ugly grin, his gaze unconsciously aimed at the elf's astonishing face, and a feeling of heat welled up.