The dark clouds in the sky gradually turned into black thunderclouds, and every now and then a few lightning rays pierced the dark night sky.

These tumbling black thunderclouds are like a big mouth that emits a roar of death.

The snow gradually became heavier, falling with some rain, making the creatures feel even colder.

Blue flew above the air, quietly bathed in rain and snow, staring indifferently at the dozens of dilapidated houses on the edge of the camp far from the center.

The houses were rudimentary and crude, like pig pens made from a few random stones from the desert.

And on the way to these "pig cages", hundreds of half-ogres in armor and holding various relatively fitting weapons are holding their weapons tightly, staring in the direction of the houses.

When dealing with ogres, they weren't trained yet, so they didn't count

。 Blue believes that this time can barely be regarded as the first battle of this half-ogre army.

They must have all received orders, and Blue bowed slightly in satisfaction as he looked at the bloodshot eyes of the many half-ogres in front of him.

Not every half-ogre is as kind as Copperbeard, and most of the half-ogre soldiers have little interest in why they want to kill these people, they just feel that they are enemies who are constantly eyeing them anyway, and their master will kill them when they call them to kill.

Several half-ogres had already rushed anxiously to the front, and then were scolded back to their positions by the captain of the detachment.

"The whole army...... Sortie! Kill them all! Blue spat out eight words aloud in the sky, and he stretched out his dragon claws and pointed his finger in the direction of the houses.

As the order was given, the captains of the detachments repeated Blue's order loudly.

A loud roar rang out from the ogre troops, who roared and rushed towards the humble house.

The desert ground seemed to tremble, and because of its huge size, hundreds of half-ogres with an average height of two meters and six ran up, and their might was even more spectacular than the human heavy cavalry charge.

Although the ogres in the house have low IQs, they inherit their father's temper and are also very short-tempered.

It was late at night, and it was still so cold outside, they were sleeping with hunger and unhappiness, and they were suddenly woken up by such a loud noise, which made them fall into a state of rage.

Losing their minds and lacking much intelligence, they dug up the rocks from the walls of their houses, ignoring the fact that doing so would lead to the collapse of the house - their intellect could not have thought of such a long-term thing.

After digging out the rocks, open the door and smash it at the half-ogres outside.

It's just that seeing so many half-ogres rushing towards him, most of the evil half-ogres who walked out of the house were a little stunned.

The flying stones were separated by a shield defense of the half-ogre soldiers in the front row, dealing no damage, and then quickly entered hand-to-hand combat.

Neither side had any hands left, and the evil half-ogres certainly did not have the slightest affection for these "compatriots", and the half-ogre soldiers belonging to the Blue side were actually a little higher in intelligence than them, and they did not have any empty dreams of compatriot affection, clan love.

The two sides fought together, and the half-ogre in the room picked up the stick and stone as weapons, and swung it fiercely at the half-ogre outside the door, only to collide with the opponent's armor, at most leaving some dents, and did not cause any damage.

And the half-ogre wearing full-body armor slashed off his head with a backhand sword.

On one side, he was fully armed and murderous, and on the other side, he was hungry and cold with his bare hands, and the battle situation was completely one-sided.

No matter how merciful these evil half-ogres were, Copperbeard Hammerstone couldn't supply them with food and equipment in the same way that they had supplied hundreds of soldiers, women and children, so these half-ogres all survived by eating some cacti and desert plants.

This has caused their physical strength to be at a low point all the time, and they stay in the house all day.

Crushed in terms of numbers, combat effectiveness, equipment, and morale, the whole battle gradually turned into a one-sided massacre.

Blue was in mid-air, watching the battle in front of him as if he were watching a play.

There are no legal professions in the half-ogre, at most it is equivalent to a two-level warrior, these people are fighting back and forth, fists to the flesh, and they look quite hot-blooded.

Under the moonlight, heavy snow fell with rain, and a faint mist shrouded the battlefield, which was the breath of the half-ogres.

Sounds of fighting and collapsing houses can still be heard on the fringes, but after more than half an hour of fighting, the massacre has largely stopped.

Traces of the battle can be seen everywhere, these rudimentary "pig cages" simply cannot withstand the fight of the little giants on either side, and the evil half-ogres often dig stones from them for weapons, so that the houses are almost completely collapsed.

After the victory, the half-ogres were very excited, even if the opponents they killed were not as equipped as theirs, but the physique was actually similar on both sides, a few months ago everyone was still half a pound or two, but now it has become a crushing trend, which makes them more confident in themselves, and a little more loyal to the master of Blue.

Blue looked at the excited half-ogre in front of him with disdain in his eyes.

He thought in his heart: This group of guys, it's okay to fight a good fight, but I don't know what will happen if we fight a war where the strength is evenly matched or even the enemy is strong and I am weak.

The rain and snow in the sky did not stop because of this little war, the cold night wind blew, and every half-ogre subconsciously shivered, and the high mood that had been high after the war began to cool down.

Without the heat generated by strenuous exercise, the problem of more than 20 degrees below zero around them is not something they can ignore.

In the midst of the half-ogre troops that had fallen silent, some groans of pain were gradually heard.

Although it was crushed, there were still some unlucky people who were smashed by the opponent's weapon to the vulnerable place where the armor on the body could not be defended, and the other party was not a vegetarian, under the strong force, these wounds were almost all serious injuries with broken tendons and bones.

Blue descended from the sky to a height of more than ten meters above the ground, and then said in a low tone: "It's not bad, it's barely qualified, I look forward to your next performance." Now, let's go back and rest. ”

Hearing Blue's words, the half-ogres cheered loudly, and then took their weapons and walked in the direction of their own house under the guidance of the captain.

Blue looked at the Copperbeard Hammerstone in the crowd and motioned for him to stay.

When the half-ogres were all gone, Blue landed on the ground.

"The next opponent will not be these rabble, although the strength of the human race is very weak, but they can rely on the walls and weapons to make up for their weaknesses. Next time, it's Schars City, I hope you will let me ...... A little more pleasant. ”

Copperbeard nodded: "Of course, my master, those so-called human elites are nothing more than mustard in our eyes. ”

"I like this answer......"