Another ogre screamed and chased after the short-speared adventurer.

The short-speared adventurer ran around the tree, and the other ogre turned unchanged and followed the short-speared adventurer around the tree, crashing into the tree from time to time, and couldn't catch up for a while.

The bearded man said that he had a good opportunity and shouted: "Gather fire and kill him first!" ”

Then he charged, and the brutal axe slashed at the back of the crying ogre on the ground, this axe was so heavy that even the ogre's physique was cut off by an axe.

The ogre howled, flipped his hand and slapped the beard away, followed by an arrow that hit the eyeball.

The ogre closed his eyes in pain, and the adventurer with the sword and shield rushed up, and a shield smashed on the ogre's head, causing him to tilt his head back, and then slash the ogre's neck with a sword.

Suddenly, a large hand flew sideways, but the only remaining eye of the blind ogre was wide, and he grabbed the adventurer with the sword and shield in his hand, and slapped him into the tree.

Suddenly, the armor was flattened, and all kinds of internal organs were squeezed out of it, and the snapping sound was like a flower blooming, and red juice stained everywhere.

"Nick!"

The adventurer with the hammer in his hand screamed in sorrow, rushed forward and leaped to his feet, holding the hammer in both hands to the ogre's head.

The war hammer is called a can opener, and the hardest armor can't stop such a hammer, and the ogre's head naturally can't stop it, not to mention that the adventurer holding the war hammer at this moment was immediately overturned by a hammer because of the power of anger, and the ogre fell to the ground powerlessly.

Roar!!!

A roar of rage stiffened the Warhammer Adventurer, and he turned his head to see the last ogre staring blankly, and this ogre was carrying a dangling corpse, this was the Short-Spear Adventurer.

"Kax!!" The Warhammer adventurer's eyes were shattered, and he muttered, followed by a shout: "Death! ”

The Warhammer adventurers launched a decisive charge, and the two remaining adventurers shouted, "Hughes, don't!" ”

Seeing the ogre raise the huge stick in his hand, Hughes was about to turn into a mass of flesh.

The guard beside Little White suddenly burst out of the stabbing and got behind the ogre, slashing his sword behind the ogre's knee.

Blood gushed out, and the corpse demon knelt down.

Immediately after, the little white face rushed up, flew over, pierced the ogre's throat with a sword, and then kicked on the ogre's shoulder, and quickly retreated.

The ogre turned around with hindsight, and Hughes leaped high and the hammer fell heavily.

Blood splattered, red and white, and the ogre fell to the ground and died.

The battle unexpectedly ended in victory on the human side, and Angela stood on the tree, quietly watching all this, raising her eyebrows slightly.

If judged by the force value of this world, each of these people has reached the level of knights, but beating three ogres actually made such an ugly appearance, which surprised Angela.

Although the ogres are powerful, their brains are too stupid and their hearts are too straight, if they can formulate good tactics and cooperate with each other, they can completely turn the three ogres around.

As a result, only five of the dozen people who died were almost maimed.

The battlefield had already begun to be cleaned below, and soon, the battlefield was cleaned, and only the bearded man lying on the ground remained.

The three adventurers grunted and discussed for a while, and finally decided to abandon their original leader, so they stepped forward and touched the coins off the bearded man's body.

The bearded man pleaded with them to take care of his family, but the three adventurers looked at them with only indifference.

They have come together with interests, and they will naturally be separated because of interests.

However, the little white face was beyond Angela's expectations, and after sighing beside her, she picked up the crossbow, wound it, stuffed it into the bearded man's arms, and then softly asked the address of the bearded man's family.

The bearded man put his mind at ease and thanked him again and again.

Eventually, they were all gone.

The only thing left of the bearded man was a short knife and a well-wound crossbow.

Angela did not leave with the group of adventurers, but chose to stay, looking at the bearded.

Originally, the group of adventurers wanted to give the bearded man a good time, but the bearded man refused, knowing that in this forest, it is much happier to die than to lie half-dead on the ground.

The smell of blood soon attracts a bunch of guys, and they are the scavengers of the forest, the big bad wolves.

One by one, the big bad wolf rushed in, the bearded man's eyes were full of despair, he raised the crossbow with great difficulty, shot a gray wolf rushing towards him, and then threw away the crossbow, pulled out the short knife, and silently looked at the gray wolf who surrounded him.

Angela couldn't help but be shocked by the beard's strong desire to survive, you must know that the beard was slapped by the ogre, and it was already very unexpected that he didn't die.

And now, there is still a trace of resistance, which can't help but attract Angela's attention.

"If you can kill another gray wolf, I'll save you."

Angela thought to herself.

After a while, a gray wolf tentatively bit down on the bearded calf.

You must know that the beard is lying on the trunk of a tree at the moment, and the only place where he has attack power is the short knife in his right hand, the lower leg, which is not within the protection range of the short knife.

"He's done." Angela thought to herself.

Once the calf is bitten, it will bleed, and the beard will become weaker and weaker, and it will soon become the food of the gray wolf's mouth.

"Ahh

Before the gray wolf could bite, the bearded man screamed, his bones clicked, and he jumped up suddenly, knocking the gray wolf to the ground, and the short knife in his hand was three knives in a row.

The knife saw blood, and the gray wolf pounced twice and then softened.

This time, all the gray wolves were startled.

Angela smiled at the corners of her eyes, and she realized that she was beginning to appreciate this tenacious man.

"It's decided, save you once."

Angela thought to herself, the lasso in her hand spinning around her fingertips.

A gray wolf pounced, and the bearded man was truly desperate.

That moment had exhausted all his potential, and he really had no power to resist now.

However, something strange happened, and instead of falling, the gray wolf flew upwards with a whimper.

When he looked up, he saw the gray wolf hanging from a tree with an emerald green rope around his neck.

Rustling......

The grass was shaking, and the gray wolves were looking around nervously.

Rustling......

The grass shook in another place, and the gray wolf turned around and barked again.

A figure suddenly appeared, a gray wolf's body bloomed with blood, and then the figure quickly retreated into the grass.

Oh......

The three gray wolves followed in with a wild bark, and a flame beast poked its head out of the grass, frightening the gray wolves who wanted to follow in and hurriedly retreated with its tail between its legs.

The flame beast had dispersed, the grass was gone, a cloud of black ash fluttering in the wind, and the corpses of the three gray wolves were charred with their skin, lying motionless.

Rustling......

Another bush shook, and the gray wolves exploded with their fur and barked in terror toward it.

In one bush the grass stopped shaking, and in another the grass began to shake again.

The rustling sound kept changing places, wave after wave, and the cries of the gray wolves came and went, and they shrunk into a ball.

Angela hid behind a tree, put away her stone knife, picked up a stone, and shook it, with a strange smile on her lips.

With a thud, a gray wolf knelt down, and there was a bloody hole in its head, and the gray wolves' pupils shrank sharply, and they couldn't care about it, so they turned around and ran.

The rustling sound followed them all the time, as if chasing them, and the gray wolves kept falling to their knees, and the gray wolves ran more happily.

Finally, there was no more rustling sound, and the gray wolves turned their heads to look at the purgatory-like place that would be the nightmare of their lives.