Arthur's Endless Eye hung high above his head, observing the battle in the pit.

Groot, who rushed into the enemy group, was like a tiger opening the gates, leading the dwarves to break through, and it seemed that he was not needed to fight himself this time.

The dwarves are doing unexpectedly well.

He was proud of the wit of his command.

Rumble!

Ogre leader Singh?? The Stonebreaker swung his bone club and held off Groot's hammer in the midst of the danger. Finally stopped Groot's charge.

Behind Groot was a tunnel of flesh and blood made of ogre's blood and limbs.

Bloody!

And the dwarves behind him are still pushing forward.

The ogres are dead, wounded, and mourned.

This is Groot, the two-headed Grim Reaper on the battlefield.

It can be imagined that on the battlefield in the past, the power of this guy Groot. In such a confined space, the power is even a little excessive.

"Huh!"

"It's you, you're an ogre too!"

Ogre leader Singh?? The Stone Crushers stared at each other with wide eyes, as if they had just discovered Groot's racial characteristics.

The speed of that moment just now was so fast that he didn't even have time to distinguish the other party.

How can it be?

On the other side turned out to be an ogre, and he was stronger than him, his height and weight were several laps larger than him, standing in this tunnel and standing up to the sky, he was simply a legendary ancient giant.

Then he had just seen it clearly and noticed another characteristic of the other party, the other party turned out to be a two-headed ogre.

A two-headed ogre that is nearly extinct in the Swamp ogre race.

How did it end up here?

It's incredible.

In the Swamp, those two-headed ogres are the best warriors of the ogre race.

It's a pity that he is standing opposite him at this time.

This made him feel sorry for the chief.

Hey?

Groot, however, lowered his head curiously and looked at the other party.

He was also a little curious that there was someone who could still block his blow with a mortal body in the flesh.

But he didn't know that the opponent opposite him at this time, the leader of the Ogre Warband, and the strongest warrior of the Ogre clan, Singh?? The Stonebreaker's arms had begun to burst, and his bone rod had not broken the opponent's bones, but his muscles had been shattered by the enemy, and the muscles connecting his arms and shoulders and back had also been torn apart layer by layer because of blocking Groot's blow, and the powerful impact force had been transmitted through his weapon all the way to the muscles in his arms, his back, and his chest, and blood was splattered from the gaps in his armor.

Singh was held up almost by the naturally dull reflexes and personal will of the ogres.

The force of Groot's blow was as strong as it was to Sz.

But the Ogre's powerful life force also quickly awakened at this moment, and began to try to repair it.

If Groot doesn't continue to attack, let the high-level ogre warrior Singh?? If the Stonebreaker had left a chance to repair and restore his body quickly, in a matter of minutes, a warrior like him would quickly recover, resurrected with full blood, and a new warrior.

This is the natural physical talent of the ogre clan - regeneration!

This talent will continue to grow as the ogre's physical body is strong, until it can become the top talent that the continent's warriors are famous for—legendary rebirth.

At that time, the legendary ogre warrior will become an almost invincible little powerhouse, with a strong vitality and recovery speed that is almost comparable to that of the gods.

Although the Singh in front of him has not yet reached this level, it is already a high-level regeneration, and almost in a few breaths, the cracks and muscles of the bones on his body begin to heal, repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, Singh, who had recovered his strength, looked at Groot's arms and torso, bulging from congestion and swelling.

No!

Bloodthirsty and furious!

He finally recognized the shaman's top-level spell cast by the other party.

How could it be at the hands of this two-headed ogre.

The two-headed ogre was already the most powerful warrior in the tribe in its own right, and after being boosted by shamanic spells, its power immediately soared to a hundredfold.

No wonder, he, the most powerful warrior in his clan, couldn't even resist a blow from the other side.

This is probably the most powerful ogre in history.

And Groot's shamanic spell was not just blessed on himself, behind him, around a radius of tens of meters away from him, all the dwarf warriors roared at the same time, their eyes became red, their muscles and bones changed at the same time, and the dwarf's height of less than one and a half meters instantly swelled up, becoming almost a third taller.

It becomes almost the same as a normal person.

But this is a dwarf.

What will be the power of the dwarves' innate divine power after it is doubled?

Just look at the battlefield now, a fierce dwarf after the berserk, at the same time the brain became less clear, he threw away the battle axe in his hand, rushed out of his ranks, and smashed the giant shield in his hand on the head of an ogre.

Brain burst!

The berserk dwarves have almost all become berserkers.

The atmosphere of the battlefield instantly became hot.

"Okay, that's it!"

"Go berserk! Brothers, I like that. ”

"This is the battlefield!"

"Let's go knock out their bones."

Groot was covered in heat, as if with an aura.

This is the power of shamans on the battlefield.

He strengthens not only himself, but everyone.

He is like a legendary hero, able to make every warrior around him stronger.

Any cowardly person will become a brave warrior by his side, and any army will become an invincible iron horse in his hands.

But now the unfortunate thing is that the enemy standing in front of him, the ogre leader Singh, has become a little confused and has almost lost the ability to think.

Ogre Shaman!

The natural patriarch of the ogre race, each ogre has been taught by Chunchun from the moment they were just able to take up arms, and the ogre shaman is their king.

The birth of each shaman was once the greatest festival of the ogre, because they knew that only the ogre tribe with their own shaman could become richer and stronger, and only the shamanic prophet with wisdom could guide the tribe in the right direction.

This has been the case for thousands of years.

Under the guidance of shamanic prophets, they once dominated the continent and established the legendary Ogre Empire.

But having lost the wisdom of the great shamanic prophet, the once mighty empire has now shrunk to the point where it can only hide in the ruins of the empire, remembering its greatness and keeping it company with the unintelligent beasts.

This is the sorrow of the whole race.

The ogres have never lacked warriors, but the lack of survival wisdom is their eternal pain.

Ogres have never had a problem surviving, but without the wisdom of shamanic prophets, they will never be able to break free from the shackles of bestiality hidden deep in their blood, and will never be able to move towards true civilization.

For the ogre race, the shaman is the light, the direction in which the whole race is headed.

But alas, the ogre group of the Swamp has not had a new shaman born for a hundred years.

This is also the fundamental reason for the decline of the ogre race of the Swamp of Despair.

Those on the outside will never be able to comprehend the ogre's desire for the wisdom of their shamanic prophet.

Now, Singh has finally discovered the Shaman, a two-headed ogre shaman.

It's nothing short of a miracle!

Singh was amazed and delighted, could it be that the gods had finally taken mercy on his loyal followers and finally sent down the Holy Light?

However, he was on the other side's side at the moment.

Why?

What should Singh do?

He didn't know whether to be angry or ecstatic.

The strong impact completely destroyed his brain, which was already lacking in wisdom, the ability to think.

On the other side, Groot, who hadn't fought for a long time, laughed,

"Ha, we'll do it again."

He pulled his arms, withdrew his hammer, spared it around his head, and smashed it down again.

The strong winds from the hammer hit Singh's head......

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