Du Feng roared angrily, causing Lu Lin to tremble, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground. Facing Du Feng, who was slowly approaching, she hurriedly stretched out her hand and pointed to the wine barrels in the corner.

"So, which Solvay wine is the strongest, you can take it, don't come here, don't come near me and beg you!"

Du Feng walked in front of Lu Lin, who covered his head, he passed by Lu Lin with a cold snort and picked up one of these buckets.

It was too heavy to look like it could be used in that bucket, so he looked around, but saw a small jar, which he was going to use. Lu Lin subconsciously screamed.

"Don't touch that, that won't work!"

"Why not?"

"That's the liquid of the karl fruit that has been refined by magic. It's a very, very strong concentrated wine, and you can't drink it directly."

Du Feng thought about it and seemed to understand what this was.

"So you're using this to make fake wine?"

Lu Lin's face turned red and she lowered her head in embarrassment. Du Feng thought to himself, he didn't expect that there would be such black-hearted unscrupulous profiteers in another world. He walked out with the small glass jar, and Lu Lin wanted to say something but didn't know how to speak.

"You...... Are you going to save people?"

When Du Feng walked to the door, Lu Lin asked timidly, and Du Feng turned his head indifferently.

"Questions?"

"Oh no, no... I want you to save my father and bring him back safely."

"Your father... Is it the boss here?"

Lu Lin nodded, Du Feng snorted coldly, thinking that he had brushed the plates for you all afternoon today.

「… I see."

Du Feng responded expressionlessly, carrying the wine jar and walking in the direction of the firelight in the distance, Lu Lin looked at his background, slowly knelt on the ground with his legs bent, covered his face and cried.

I'm sorry......

Du Feng, who hadn't walked far, felt his legs go limp, and sweat flowed down his forehead. He felt his strength pull away from his body little by little, but Du Feng gritted his teeth and stood up again, now was not the time to doze off, he still had something to do.

Yes, when I am dying, I have to pull a big guy to be a backpad.

He first poured himself a sip of concentrated wine, but he was choked and coughed violently, where is this wine, it is clearly gasoline! There is also a limit to being unpleasant, but after taking a sip, Du Feng, who was cold to his heart, felt that his body had regained some heat, and his strength had also recovered a little.

Could it be that this thing also has the function of replenishing physical strength?

However, Du Feng's current state is more like a reflection of a dying person.

Kuru was furious now, he was the strongest of the young men of the Rogang Ogre Clan. And this is his territory, this small maple leaf village is the food area he keeps in captivity. The villagers here are his belongings, his food. Every time Kuru is here, he returns with a full stomach, and by the way, he takes a few young humans and goes back to stew soup.

These small, tender creatures are especially delicious in their dishes, and the human cubs eat them with crispy bones and tender meat. Today, Kuru thought he had picked up a bargain, but he let a disgusting fly ruin everything. How dare he break his proud little nose, and how dare a human injure the great Kuru.

Whew—

The ogre picked up the two-meter-long mace behind his back, frantically wreaked havoc, and smashed the villagers who blocked his way into meat sauce, now he was in no mood to eat, he must catch the hateful fly, wring off his head, crush the bones of his body, and then chew it into minced meat in one bite. But the fly didn't know where it flew, and after demolishing so many houses, I didn't see the damn fly.

With so many damn bugs still tickling themselves with their weapons, Kuru would smash their faces and noses every time he caught a human, venting his frustration.

Suddenly, a mysterious object flew and hit the ogre's nose, although it didn't hurt very much, but the Ogre Kuru's anger was instantly set off. When Kuru picked it up, it turned out to be a broken wine bottle. The wine inside spilled on the wound was painful.

"Kuruhasaru (Kuru wants to kill)!"

The ogre roared and turned his head, but saw Du Feng standing less than twenty meters away from him and laughing, the stones in his hand tossing up and down.

Whew—

The ogre shouted and cheered, and slammed the ground with his mace, sending dust flying. He was angry and excited, and this time the flies couldn't escape.

Du Feng skimmed the stone in his hand at the ogre and turned to run, Kuru grabbed the flying stone and crushed it into pieces. Take a step forward and stride in the direction of Du Feng.

Du Feng dodged like a small box, and at the same time, he escaped from the cloth bag he was carrying, broke the wine bottle and smashed it into Kuru's head. Kuru held one hand in front of his nose and used his mace to knock the obstacle in front of him with the other. The two engage in a chase in a narrow, curvy alley. In this kind of place, the ogre's huge bloated body suffered a big loss, and Du Feng ran unhurriedly not far in front of the ogre.

Running and running, the ogre Kuru grinned hideously, as it could be seen from its height, and at the end of the alley was a dead end.

Sure enough, Du Feng was about to turn back when he found that there was a dead end in front of him, but the ogre blocked the way with his huge body.

He stared condescendingly at the small Du Feng, grinning wide, his white teeth stained with human flesh and bones. Du Feng held his breath, he didn't want to faint from the stench on this guy's body.

He suddenly rushed towards the hole in the ground that was half high on one side, but he was only halfway into his body before there was a tearing pain in his leg, and Kuru grabbed Du Feng's injured leg and dragged him out of the hole.

Kuru is in a good mood right now, and finally caught this damn bug, now it's up to him to resist. Du Feng was lifted upside down by it and flung around, but no matter how he broke free, those big pincer-like hands did not move at all, Du Feng really underestimated the strength of this guy, he gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain in his legs, and smashed the last wine bottle in his arms at the ogre's rotten nose.

But Kuru had long expected that Du Feng would have this hand, and suddenly it stretched out its tongue, rolled the wine bottle that Du Feng skimmed out with its tongue, and swallowed it into its mouth, Du Feng obviously didn't expect the other party to have this trick, Kuru spit out the small wine bottle. Du Feng looked at the broken wine bottles on the ground, as well as his empty wet cloth bag. It looks frustrated, which makes the ogre smirk.

It's now—

Du Feng suddenly aimed the wet cloth belt on his body at the ogre's big mouth and threw it hard, and the ogre laughed and happened to inhale inward, and the cloth bag soaked in wine was directly sucked into his throat. Although dizzy from the pungent smell of alcohol on the bag, the ogre is extremely digestive, and it doesn't care what is on the bag at all.

It's just that even the ogre's stomach pouch has an existence that can't be digested. Du Feng, who was hanging upside down, took out the fire storage device stolen from the tavern from his waist, opened it and threw it into the ogre's throat.

"Let's have a flame party, silly X!"

When the flames hit Kuru's throat, a thick flame erupted instantly, and Du Feng hurriedly covered his face with his arms. But the blazing heat erupted from the ogre's throat.

The panicked Kuru threw Du Feng out of his hand, and his whole body was on fire, and all the oil that had solidified in the epidermis and intestines for a long time was ignited, and the pain of suffocation made Kuru struggle frantically. It stuck in its throat, but before it could cough up a mouthful of phlegm, it was a ball of flames. In less than a minute, the giant ogre had lost its life and collapsed on top of the buildings in the alley, crushing the houses beside it.

Everything was quiet again, except for the crackling of flames burning on the corpses. Du Feng, who was lying on the ground, gasped for breath, and the cuts on his chest and back were bleeding.

"Finally... Won."

With all his strength, he rolled over.