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With this in mind, Marlon ran quickly towards the fork in the road where the ogre and the humans had begot.

"Woohoo! Roar! ”

As Marlon had imagined, ogres are not an opponent that can be defeated by faith and teamwork for humans.

Obviously, the running ogres caught those humans off guard.

Marlon didn't know if these humans had seen such terrifying creatures before, but he could be sure that these humans definitely didn't expect the ogre's movements to be so agile.

The two humans, who wanted to circle the ogre's flank, pounced completely, and the ogre passed in front of them, and then pounced on the black-haired woman with a sword and shield in hand.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, a shield crashed into the sky, then slid down sharply, slanting into the ground in a semi-arc curve.

If the ogre had crashed into the black-haired woman's body, even if it had hit her shield, her petite body would not have been able to withstand such a huge impact, and her tendons would have broken and broken.

However, the black-haired woman reacted quickly, and she obviously thought that she couldn't be tough.

As the ogre almost rushed in front of her, the black-haired woman threw the shield on her left hand into the ogre's face, and then rolled on the ground.

Seeing a black mass flying towards his face, the ogre, despite his low intelligence, instinctively reached out to block it.

But in this way, his movements were also a beat slower, and the black-haired woman rolled to the side in a thrilling way with the ogre's giant feet, not becoming a puddle of meat sauce.

"Robin, now!"

The black-haired woman didn't have time to congratulate herself on her survival, she scrambled to her feet, and shouted at the human with the bow and arrow.

"Got it!"

An arrow with a whistling wind flew towards the ogre's face at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

"Harry, Paul, do it!"

Before the archers could attack, the black-haired woman gave instructions to her other two companions without stopping.

Although there was no response, the blonde man and the red-haired man, both brandishing their weapons, fearlessly rushed towards the ogre, and then placed the target of the attack on the other's legs.

This is also a helpless solution, the height of the ogre makes it impossible for humans to attack their brain vital points, and can only attack their lower plate.

Before the ogre could remove the hand he was using to block the shield from his face, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his hand.

The arrows fired by the archers pierced deep into the back of the ogre's giant palm, revealing only the tail feathers and half of the shaft.

"Whew!"

With a scream, the ogre began to violently shake its struck palm, as if to ease the pain in the cone.

It can only be said that the blonde man, holding his one-handed sword, was hit in the air by his flung palm before he could reach the ogre's body, and then flew upside down as if he had been hit by a huge hammer.

"Harry!"

The red-haired man shouted, his concern for his companion's safety made him unconsciously let go of his movements.

In combat, such negligence is often fatal.

Although the ogres have no martial arts skills, they are already excellent fighters by instinct.

The pain in his hand eased slightly, and the ogre spotted the red-haired man beside him trying to attack him.

Though he didn't have any weapons, the ogre was able to defeat the distracted opponent with no effort.

Well, the red-haired man no longer had to worry about the blonde man's injuries, because the latter was just lying on the ground and couldn't get up, while he was already spitting out a large mouthful of blood as he flew out—apparently from the wounds and bruising of his internal organs.

"Damn ......"

The brunette spat out a curse, not knowing if it was aimed at the ogre or if it was talking about her two companions.

Tightening her grip on the one-handed sword in her hand, the black-haired woman slowly moved closer to the archer, and the number of companions she could rely on instantly decreased by two-thirds, and the black-haired woman didn't know if she could get out of the monster's hands alive.

At this moment, the black-haired woman's eyes were stunned, because she noticed that behind the ogre, a man dressed very strangely, with only one trouser leg on his pants, was brandishing a two-handed sword and rushing towards the ogre.

"You idiot! You're doing this to death! ”

Although she didn't know the identity of the other party, the black-haired woman couldn't help but shout loudly in the face of her compatriots.

Unexpectedly, the other party ignored it, and still rushed towards the ogre at full speed.

Maybe it was the sound of running, maybe it was some other reason, but in short, the ogre seemed to have noticed the enemy behind him, and slowly turned around, opened its bloody mouth, and roared and yelled.

"It's over......"

The black-haired woman muttered in a low voice, she couldn't imagine how a human body could fight against such a behemoth, she just felt sorry for it, because she hadn't asked if the human who suddenly appeared had any companions, and how they managed to escape from the clutches of the orcs.

But what happened next left the black-haired woman stunned.

The ogre smashed his fist quickly, but he couldn't crush his foe to shreds.

The man who rushed from behind quickly dodged the ogre's attack, and then used the two-handed greatsword in his hand to turn the ogre's calf fiercely.

Blood splattered, and the two-handed sword smashed like a hammer into the ogre's calf, the blade slicing through the ogre's pale yellow skin, sinking more than an inch into his muscles.

How is this possible? Is the other party really human? Even Ser Anduin Lothar, the number one warrior in Stormwind, may not have such agility and such great strength, right?

With deep doubts in her heart, the black-haired woman stared at the entangled monster and her own compatriot.

Pulling out his blade from the ogre's calf, Marlon's pace did not pause and quickly turned to the side.

Sure enough, almost at the same time that Malone left the place, the ogre's huge fist, with a strong wind sound, smashed the land of Red Ridge Mountain, bringing up a puff of red soil, leaving a deep pit. (To be continued.) )