This time, the seamless, lion-like moment looked like a joke, especially when Farrars' men took the high point of the roof and beat the water dogs with tiles and stones, and the Brotherhood retreated straight to the next street!

Bergard and Blom led the soldiers in hot pursuit, and there were probably about a few members of these Brotherhoods, who seemed to be the main force of Defiya, and it was a strategy that had been set before the war to capture them once and for all.

Just then, however, Diego hears loud footsteps, and then he sees a mountain of meat coming out of the corner.

It was an earthy-skinned, one-headed ogre with a sharp horn more than a foot long on its forehead. He was about a meter tall and looked very strong. He doesn't have the big belly that ogres usually have, and of course, his belly is not small, but he can barely see a few abs. He looked almost **, only wearing a strip of red cloth around his waist to cover his shame.

His name is Rakzo, and he is a thug hired by Van Cleef from the Splitfist Ogre clan who live in Mount Vaugur. Diego recognized the guy at a glance.

The ogre's position was very threatening, right behind the pursuing escort. Diego bet that his ability to capture fighters is not so clever, and there must be someone behind him.

But now was not the time to ponder this, for the ogre had already swung his huge gavel and charged towards the convoy. The soldiers also noticed the threat behind them, but they panicked, and with Bergard's order, Blom's shield defenders changed from the forward of the formation to the rearguard. Rushing towards Lakzo.

But their muscular bodies seemed so small in comparison to the ogre's massive reminder, as if the big man could sweep them all into the garbage heap with a single sweep. This was clearly not what Diego wanted to see, and in that split second, he made a decision.

"Hey, stupid big guy! Look here! Diego shouted defiantly, and he pulled the trigger.

He aimed at the ogre's back, and hit the target accurately.

But this time. The Death Gaze didn't achieve what it expected, and the scattered steel balls were completely inadequate in front of the ogre's massive size. A shotgun capable of smashing an ordinary human into a pile of rotten flesh simply can't penetrate the ogre's rough, thick skin.

Laczo let out a roar of pain, but that was all there was to the shot. He held out his hand. Touching his back, it was as if those wounds had only been stung by a wasp a few times. When he realized that his flexibility was too much to do, the ogre lowered his arm and turned to look at Diego.

He was angry.

The moment he saw Diego, Laxzo's eyes lit up. He raised the huge gavel in his hand and shouted angrily.

"Hey. Human, Van Cleef will pay a good price for your head! The ogre shouted excitedly, and it seemed that the reward Van Cleeff had promised was attractive to the ogre. Maybe it's a lot of fresh meat, or maybe it's an endless dose of Goddock spirits.

Diego didn't know how the ogre recognized himself, because with the intelligence of this race, it was very difficult to distinguish an individual from a group of humans.

But that didn't stop him from lifting his mouth and pulling the trigger. With the height of the ogre, he didn't have to worry about accidentally injuring the dwarven shield defenders in front of him.

Shotguns erupted from the muzzle of the gun again, and the slashing head covered the ogre's head.

The ogre screamed again. He raised his left hand and covered one eye. Blood gushed from between his fingers, and even the strongest race had an unavoidable weakness in the eyes.

"Human, you've succeeded in me off!" It had to be said that the ogre's dull sense of pain had a toll on their combat effectiveness at some point, and after a few seconds, Laxzo lowered his hand covering his eyes and rushed towards this side with both hands with his hammer.

However, he was greeted by another heavy shot, and the stupid ogre did not learn the lesson at all, and he was shot in the head again. Laxzo whimpered and covered his eyes again. This time it's the other eye.

The ogre finally started to panic because he couldn't see anything. This situation that he had never experienced before was completely overwhelmed by his brain, which he had not used much.

In a panic, he shook it, and then reluctantly threw the mallet in his hand in the direction where Diego was standing. But this time the throw was crooked, two seconds later. The sound of a wall collapsing reached his ears.

Instinctively aware that something was wrong, the ogre bent over and walked forward with his hands outstretched - the best option now was to leave the battlefield rather than stay in this dangerous place. But it was too late, and the dwarven shield defenders had already rushed over and surrounded him in the middle.

It's all a killing. The dwarves attacked with their hammers. The first thing they attacked was the ogre's ankle, and after a few hard blows, the ogre's hard ankle was clearly no match for steel. With a loud scream, the ogre fell to the sky. The mountain-like body slammed into the ground, and even in Diego's position, he could feel the tremors of the ground.

Diego lowered his gun, and unless he hit the point, the shotgun fired by Death Gaze wouldn't do much damage to the ogre, leaving the rest to the dwarves.

However, before he could catch his breath, beside him, in a house next to the street, a wooden door facing the street was smashed and shattered, accompanied by scattered pieces of wood, and a black minotaur pounced on him. He frantically swung a scimitar with a hooked blade, and Diego only had time to roll his musket sideways to block his slash.

The minotaur was a clever man, and he apparently knew that it would be difficult to get close to Diego from the outside, so he launched a surprise attack from inside the building.

With a loud "dang" thud, the knife slashed at Diego's aloft gun, sending a splash of sparks. Diego was shocked back a few steps by the Minotaur's immense strength.

Diego's arm was sore for a moment, but this retreat also distanced him from the Minotaur. He picked up his gun, ready to fire.

However, before he could pull the trigger, the Minotaur lifted his hoofs and feet, and stomped heavily on the ground.

A violent tremor came from Diego's feet. As if there had been an earthquake, he felt a violent wave of vertigo, a feeling of nausea and vomiting similar to that of a seasick ship - a natural ability belonging to the Minotaurs, whose service to Mother Earth allowed them to control the earth's shaking in a small area to stun the enemies who stood on it.

Diego was barely able to maintain his balance to keep himself from falling. Then, he saw the Minotaur smiling and slashing at him. He could even see the path of the weapon cutting through the rain curtain.

For a moment, Diego had never felt death so close to him, but he had never thought of giving up, and in the violent tremors, he struggled to raise his arms, but the shaking of his body made it impossible for him to aim at all.

But Diego was glad he didn't need to worry about it, because the gun was loaded with shotguns at the moment, and the two sides were so close to each other.

"Die!" Diego shouted under his breath, then hooked his right index finger.

A brilliant flower of death bloomed from the muzzle of the death gaze, streaked a short distance, and slammed into the minotaur's chest, knocking him backwards. The hooked scimitar screeched over Diego's head, cutting through several of his hairs.

The minotaurs didn't die immediately, and the sturdy, thick skin often helped them resist most injuries. The minotaur took a few steps back to keep his balance, then raised the scimitar in his hand again.

But Diego didn't give him another chance. He continued to shoot, and hot shells jumped out of the shell and collided with the cold rain, making a sizzling sound.

The minotaur finally despaired, the huge stopping effect of the shotgun made it impossible for him to rush closer, even the strongest skin could not resist such a dense close-range shot, and blood spurted out from the wound in the honeycomb plate on his chest, taking away much of his life force.

"Mr. Heavy Punch never loses, I just need to be more serious!" He shouted reluctantly, and then fell headlong to the ground.

Diego let out a long breath, then lowered the muzzle of his gun. At the corner of the street ahead, the ogre was no longer shouting, and the dwarven shield defenders had finally done their job, and now they could add an ogre image to their shield, which was their glory.

"The big picture is decided!" Diego said in his heart. But at this moment, he suddenly felt a creep in his back, as if he had been targeted by a poisonous snake.

He turned his head and saw that not far behind him, in the rain curtain formed by the torrential rain, a figure was quietly approaching him.

"Idiot, you're picking the wrong weather." He whispered sarcastically to himself, then raised the weapon in his hand.

Like a pear blossom blooming, the shotguns shot from the muzzle of the gun cut a brilliant trail in the rain, enveloping the sneaking thief in a barrage before he could dodge.

The rain splashed, and the crappy thief fell backwards, and he didn't even have time to scream before he fell into the muddy water that overflowed the street. Due to the proximity, his chest was shattered, and even the ribs and internal organs underneath were exposed, and he couldn't survive.

Diego's dealt a heavy blow to the Brotherhood of Defia. The attack seemed premeditated, and seeing that this last ploy had been discovered, the members of the Brotherhood of Defia finally began to flee in all directions, and they no longer had the courage to continue with the convoy.

They fled outside the town, but the soldiers of the convoy did not stop them too much, as Masrae and Stallman each led half of the militia to ambush outside the town. These militias can't fight tough battles, but they can still do the job of cleaning up the remnants of these defeated soldiers. (To be continued.) )