Raglan looked at the ogres in shock.

In fact, as the Witcher's liaison, there were few things that could surprise the innkeeper, and neither did the ogre.

But the number of ogres in the hundreds is beyond that.

Because, Raglan knows the power of ogres.

Their tall size gives them far more strength than ordinary people, and their iron-clad skin defies small-caliber pistols.

As long as the terrain is right, such a monster can easily take out a team of ten people in full armor.

And now the number of ogres is enough to plunge most of the Adders into the vortex of destruction.

"Hurry back!"

The innkeeper shouted at Smith, but he raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The projectile from the shotgun radiated and enveloped the nearest ogre, causing its skin to open.

Roar!

The pain in his body made the ogre roar, but immediately, such a roar came to an abrupt end.

The tomahawk, the axe, which was as large as a door, slashed straight down, splitting the roaring ogre in two, and then, with a downward swing of the axe, slammed to the left, severing one of the legs of the split ogre and severing the nearest ogre.

Thick blood spurted all over the ground, bringing with it a violent stench.

The ogres were stunned for a moment, and then they all roared.

The death and blood of their kind spurred them on, causing them to charge at Raglan in an instant.

Raglan did not retreat.

Behind him was his inn.

His inn was occupied by his guests.

It was his heartbeat to protect the guests staying in the inn.

He was surprised by hundreds of ogres, but that was definitely not a reason for him to retreat.

Click, click!

Bang!

With a crisp loading sound, the shotgun spewed sparks again.

And this is the last one it will ring.

The next moment, it was infused with Raglan's strong strength, and smashed out with a layer of phantoms, smashing the head of the ogre at the front of the charge.

Bang!

With great force, the ogre fell in response.

It didn't die, but the vertigo made it unstable on its feet, and the ogre on the horse was trampled into flesh by the charging ogres.

At the same time, it also made the speed of the ogre's charge slightly sluggish.

Very briefly.

But it was enough for Laglen.

He grasped the end of the tomahawk with both hands, his legs slightly apart, his waist jerked, and then his feet staggered with the strength of his waist.

Woo!

Woooooo

After a muffled sound, there was a continuous muffled sound, as if a hurricane was coming, and the spinning innkeeper rushed into the ogre, like a high-powered mixer, and the ogre's blood and meat scrap splashed everywhere.

In a breath, more than ten ogres were smashed.

But more ogres continued to charge.

After the initial unstoppability, the innkeeper's tomahawk slowed down and eventually let out a heavy gasp as he slashed another ogre to the ground.

The reason why he became the contact of the witcher, but not the witcher, is not for nothing.

His strength is strong enough that even an ogre can't match it, but he doesn't have enough stamina, both innate factors and acquired injuries.

Roar!

The roaring ogre came out again.

The raised tomahawk fell, and the ogre was once again hacked to the ground, and the innkeeper's wheezing grew heavier and heavier, so heavy that he couldn't even lift it.

Looking at the ogre who was close at hand, the innkeeper grinned.

A grenade appeared in his hand at some point.

"Hey, have you seen the fireworks?"

The innkeeper asked, his index finger ready to pull the string.

Smith, however, was faster.

Like a phantom, Smith suddenly appeared in the middle of the field, fitting into the ogre's body.

Bang!

The two completely disproportionate bodies were like a car and a truck, but the end result was that the truck was knocked off, not only by being knocked away, but also by other trucks.

The Ogre Charge stalled again.

Smith grabbed the innkeeper and hurried back.

"Let go of me!"

"Bastard, why didn't you leave?"

"Bastard!"

The innkeeper who was caught by the collar of the neck scolded loudly.

Raglan couldn't be haught.

He was angry that Smith had not listened to his arrangement and went first.

Or to be more precise, he didn't take Shaya and other 6 little girls to go first.

"You take a break."

"I'll help you block them."

Smith ignored the innkeeper's yelling, and when he placed the innkeeper at the door of the inn, he rushed towards the ogre again.

Looking at the toothy and clawed ogre, a hint of shame flashed in Smith's eyes.

He had just been timid.

That's right, it's timidity.

When he saw the black ogre standing outside the hotel, he subconsciously wanted to run.

Strength may grow quickly, but the heart of a strong man is not so easy to have, especially for someone like Smith who is accustomed to fighting by surprise attacks.

In previous battles, they were won by surprise and unpreparedness, so that Smith had no idea of facing the enemy head-on, let alone so many ogres.

But then the innkeeper's shouts and the onslaught of the many ogres brought Smith to his senses.

At this moment, he somewhat understood why the innkeeper was reluctant to let him become a demon hunter.

With the performance he just had, it was completely discrediting the witcher.

"Courage!"

"Courage in the face of a strong enemy!"

"Did you not allow me to become a witcher when you saw that I didn't have that?"

"So ......"

"Please wait and see."

Inexplicably, Smith, who had given the innkeeper an honorific title, slammed into an ogre's body again, as if he had just done so.

However, unlike retreating at the first touch, this time Smith rushed in.

In a bare-handed manner.

Bloodspawns have a hand-to-hand fighting style, but with the rise of gunpowder weapons, this style of combat seems to have retired from the scene.

But the instinct that runs in the blood does not go away.

Even if it's just a half-blood, when his fighting instinct is activated, he immediately turns into a ghost in the dark night.

Nails become sharp.

Footsteps become swift.

Suddenly, blood flowers appeared on the ogre's body.

Unlike the innkeeper's wide open and close, Smith's fighting style is strange and difficult to defend, but the essence of both men is the same: to kill.

Therefore, when the members of the Einsatzgruppen appeared, they were completely stunned by the scene in front of them.

The body of an ogre was scattered like garbage on both sides of the street.

Two warriors like bloody men stood in front of the door of the 'Grilled Fish in the Stove', without taking a step back.

That's right, it's a warrior.

All the members of the action team who saw the scene in front of them put the name of the warrior on the heads of Raglan and Smith, especially Meel, who had just stepped out of the car, and his heart was shaken.

The advisor girl who has fought with the ogre knows very well the strength of the ogre, it is a monster that requires a group of special operations team members to be fully equipped to fight, and it must be discovered first, if it is a surprise attack, it takes at least two groups to be able to deal with it.

And what about the present?

Two people almost destroyed more than 100 ogres.

What if the Einsatzgruppen faced these hundreds of ogres?

Fear......

The bad thought made Mier's mouth bitter.

Because, she thought of Qin Ran's words again.

'Cattle and sheep like to be in herds, while beasts of prey are accustomed to walking alone. ’

Originally, she was also going to use reasons such as 'only herds of lions dare to prey on elephants, but lone tigers can only roar on an empty stomach' to convince Qin Ran again.

But what she had just seen made her give up such an idea.

There is only one reason why a beast can't walk alone: it's still not fierce and powerful enough.

Lions may need to be in packs.

A lone tiger may not have a high predation rate.

But......

What if it was a dragon?

There's nothing you can't solve with a single bite of the dragon's breath.

Yes, then take a second sip.

With the addition of the Special Operations Group, this ogre's raid seems to be coming to an end, and the battle seems to be coming to an end.

But as the smell of flesh and blood wafted, a pair of tyrannical and cruel eyes appeared in the thick darkness.

There are ogres.

There are ghouls.

There are shapeshifters.

There are also bloodlines.

There are also werewolves.

There are also wandering souls with translucent bodies.

The members of the Einsatzgruppen quickly gathered their ranks, and the cars formed a thin line of defense.

Miel looked at the uncountable monsters in the darkness and couldn't help sweating on her forehead,

She felt nervous.

There is no one around who is not nervous.

Even Will, the joints of the palms of the hands holding the hilt of the sword at this time were slightly white.

The wind blows slowly at night.

I don't know that the monster was the first to roar.

Suddenly, countless monsters burst out of the darkness and formed a monstrous wave, shooting towards the thin fortifications.

Rumble!

The cars flew straight into the sky when they came into contact with the monsters.

The monsters opened their mouths wide and splattered saliva.

They can't wait to taste the delicious flesh.

Tread, stomp.

A burst of footsteps came into the hall abruptly, and the footsteps that should have been slight were not muffled by the shouts of monsters one after another.

Opposite!

It's getting clearer.

It's getting louder and louder.

It was like a thunderbolt, echoing in the field, and when you listen carefully, there is no sound, but a deep black shadow appears in front of you.

From the initial upper body, to the complete body, the black figure slowly walked out of the shadows, the deep black, making the shadows become shallow, and the black shadow walking slowly seemed to take off the coat called the shadow, and when the shadow coat fell to the ground.

He glanced at the monsters that were charging like a wave.

Immediately, the charging monsters stopped.

Then he turned and walked.

He passed through the pale-faced members of the Einsatzgruppen.

He walked steadily in front of Ragren and Smith.

His voice rang out clearly.

"You're in the way."

"It's late at night, and I want to rest."

And at the moment when this voice sounded, there was a popping sound.

Is that......

The crackling sound of thousands of heads.