The secondary damage technique is to make a large number of small and sharp aether energy blades vibrate at a high frequency at the microscopic level of molecular size, so as to greatly enhance their sharpness, tens of thousands of such blades instantly jump to the designated area at the same time on the spatial level, and cut all objects in the entire seventy centimeter diameter area at the same time inside and outside indiscriminately, so as to output huge damage in an instant, (note: this curse spell can be intercepted by a variety of defense methods including spatial defense) Such an attack is enough to deal with ogres who have never thought of dodging or defending from beginning to end。

I saw that the ogre had just sprinted three or four steps, and the damage orb in the punk's hand had just disappeared, and the overall brightness of a small area where the ogre's head was located suddenly dimmed, as if it was blocked by something to produce a shadow, although it was only for a short moment, but it meant that the ogre's defenseless frontal ate this secondary damage spell.

But the ogre used the last bit of strength to throw the big wooden stick at the punk with his flesh instinct.

I saw the big wooden sticks whistling towards the punk, and the artemisia grass on the ground that was swept by the wooden sticks at a height of one meter was overwhelmed by the strong wind on both sides.

Seeing signs of the ogre throwing a stick, the punk didn't hesitate to turn on the apprentice spell spell on the robe that could be used twice a day, the secondary skew position.

I saw a circle of invisible positions expand around him, and Punk only felt that all foreign substances that came into contact with the position, whether it was air or dust, changed the trajectory of movement, and deflected in different directions, and the air in the position was much thinner for a while, but with the physique of a punk professional, it was completely unaffected.

After hitting the position, the wooden stick seemed to be pushed away by a large invisible hand, and it made an abrupt bend and flew past the right side of Punk's body, but Punk did not have a happy expression on his face or heart, because ...... In that direction...... Exactly the direction in which the little donkey is located............

The ogre stumbled two more steps by inertia, and then fell down, its entire head as if it had just been pulled out of the meat grinder, and the flesh on it was almost cut into a pulp by a large number of concussive etheric energy blades, and such dense wounds were everywhere inside and outside the ogre's entire head, bones, brains, and flesh, because the bones supporting the form were completely shredded, the ogre's head was no longer recognizable.

The ogre fell on the wasteland with a head that had turned into flesh, only the ends of his limbs such as his fingers were still twitching from time to time, and the muscles that had swelled due to the madness had also retracted to his prototype, and at this time, the punk could be sure that the ogre was really dead without casting the spell of "secondary life detection", and if the brain of the mind organ turned into a fatal injury like flesh mud, even with the life force of a troll, he would die. And at the ogre's soul level, his soul should have been swallowed up by the river of fate now!

Waiting until the ogre even stopped convulsing, Punk turned around and walked in the direction of the little donkey, he ignored the ogre's leather, although it has a certain amount of magic resistance skin can become an apprentice-level magic material with some processing, but Punk does not have any processing facilities around him, if it is not cured by magic, a material like ogre skin that is not of high level and whose magic power dissipates quickly will turn into ordinary fragile leather before Punk walks out of the wasteland.

Now Punk is more concerned about the safety of the transport workforce, the little donkey, and he hopes not to see the worst......

Kane also crawled out of the pit with a deformed shield at this time, he first glanced at the ogre whose head was almost turned into flesh, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and then he regained his big grin.

"I said punk dude, do you have a sadistic fetish, why did you make this miserable~, or do you want to taste ogre meat soup for a change of taste at night?" Kane said as he walked in the direction of the little donkey.

But halfway through, the two of them stopped in unison......

A huge stick was stuck diagonally on the ground, surrounded by bloodstained cart fragments, and the poor little donkey was only the top half of it, and the lower half of his body was already ...... with countless cart fragments It's all over the place......

"Maybe it's a good thing that you don't have to endure the strange smell of this 'walking dunghill' until you get to the city of Conola." Punk's first thought was a little lucky.

“............ I'll it, Lao Tzu worked hard to fight with that Roshan Demon King, and what the hell is Lao Tzu's shield for?" Kane jumped like thunder while brandishing the smashed and twisted shield.

"At least your shield will still be used, won't you," Punk teased Kane, picking up a small bag of "Mock Village's specialty" wheat bread from the scattered goods and walking in the direction of Conola City.

"I'll go, it's not your thing, you kid~ don't feel distressed, oh, my poor little donkey, I can still see the red hairs on his ears trembling"! Kane expressed his "sadness" for the death of the little donkey in a very contrived tone of "sadness", while carrying a large bag of jerky on his shoulder.

"Your donkey's red fur is definitely mixed with the meat paste over there", Punk pointed to the blood-red slurry mixed with lumps of flesh next to the stick, "If you're afraid of its cold, eating it in your stomach is more effective than saying these inconsequential cool words". After saying that, the punk walked towards the wasteland without looking back.

"Damn, this is called kindness, this is called nostalgia, you guy who has no emotion will never be able to soak in the girl in the future......" Kane put the shield on his back from the new, and then dashingly put the riding gun that was still sticking to the flesh and blood on his shoulder, and then strode towards the punk.

At this time, the larger red sun "Chikasa" has also jumped out of the horizon, the whole wasteland is completely illuminated, the plants in the young season grow very quickly, those grasslands destroyed by the battle will grow back from the new in less than a month, and the flesh and blood everywhere and the rotting corpses of the "companions" will become the nourishment of the new young grass.

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After a seven-day "long journey", Punk and Kane finally reached their destination - the city of Konora, fortunately, they did not meet the "Forest of the Dead" as the Baron said, and of course, they did not meet the "friend" of the businessman who loves to die, but Punk has a vague premonition that this wasteland and the "Forest of the Dead" that does not know whether it exists will one day intersect with him again.

"Oh~~Conola City, Lao Tzu is coming~~~", standing on the hill where you can already see the strong walls of Connora City, Kane held his spear high and shouted loudly, looking a bit like a knight with a majestic dream, but if you listen to the second half of it, those who abide by the way of knighthood will definitely can't help but beat him!

"Beautiful girls, wait for my handsome and dashing Knight Kane to save you, oh hahahaha~~".

Punk put on a "I don't know this guy" but walked down the hill with an expression on his face.

"Konoka City, I hope to gain useful knowledge......", before he knew it, Punk's eyes once again swirled with blue magical light!