Ogres are a powerful race, and although they don't have intelligent minds, their strong flesh temporarily makes up for this shortcoming.

An ordinary ogre is enough to compare to a mid-level professional above level 6 based on his physique, while an Ogre Overseer is likely to fight from a model professional to a violent legendary professional depending on the size of the ogre clan.

And according to the number of ogre tribes provided by Yas Scouting, the combat power of this ogre overseer, Rost judged it to be - legendary!

And combined with the tradition of the ogre clan - Archmage Rost's face is already grim - in such a huge tribe, there will definitely be ogre wizards!

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"Fools, act!"

"Put on your armor and take your weapons!"

"Our territory has been invaded!"

While Ron and the others were seeing the Ogre Overseers on the wall, in one of the tallest houses on the inside of the wall, an ogre wizard was letting out a wild roar.

He was mobilizing for battle, and at his roar, the panicked ogre warriors awoke from their sleep and eating, and with the help of their slaves, they put on their rudimentary armor, then lifted their iron rods, which had been poured directly with molten iron, and walked towards the wall.

And after driving away the normal ogre warriors, the ogre wizard roared again.

"Assemble, Iron Stomachs!"

This time, with his roar, a part of the ogres reacted not to flee, but to converge to his side.

These ogres are the elite of the tribe, with armor second only to the Overseers, and massive two-handed weapons—either a mace iron rod with a hard spike, or a tree trunk tied to a giant rock, or an oversized version of the traditional ogre wooden staff.

And on the round bellies of the ogres, there is a distinctive shield - hence their name - in fact, only on the Nærancer Islands you can see the Iron Stomach, which is an ancient heritage.

"A swarm of ants has broken into the tribe's territory!"

"I need you to be there right now in the fiercest battle!"

"Crush them with your iron-hearted honor!"

"Now, strike!"

"Knock! knock!"

"Knock! knock!"

The dreary war drums sounded, and a strong ogre butcher held two thick unknown leg bones high to the rhythmic rhythm of the whale-skin war drum.

And with this rhythm, a gate opened on the wall facing the camp of Nimbala's army, and then a thunderous roar came from the gate - hundreds of ogre warriors rushed out of the gate and rushed towards Nimbara's camp!

"Enemy attack!"

Even during camping breaks, Nimbala's army did not let their guard down - they adopted a system of rotations, with half of the warriors resting while the other half remained armoured and vigilant - a system that kept some of the soldiers relatively tired during the regular camp, but kept the camp safe.

Therefore, at this moment, in the tide of ogres, Nimbara's army did not crush, but let the ogre bear the impact of the ogre, so that the other half of the warriors have the opportunity to put on armor and fight.

And after the other half of the warriors were armed, this ogre raid apparently lost its effect.

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"The response of the army is good!"

"You can see that you have been well trained!"

Nibbling on the dry food he had pulled out of the dimensional packet, Ron watched the wild battle on the ground from the hidden air—and at this moment he couldn't help but feel a little proud that he had chosen to ally himself with Nimbala's army instead of trading ten pirate efforts for access to the ruins.

After all, being able to fight against the same number of ogres with the physique of an ordinary human is obviously beyond the normal configuration of most countries on the continent of Feren - neither Ammu nor Cormier have such a precedent.

However, as time passed, the commander who commanded the ogre's sneak attack had apparently discovered the embarrassment, and he removed a horn from his back that was too thick for the ogre to grasp, and then blew a powerful sound from the wall that shook the heavens with his powerful lungs.

"Iron stomachs, charge!"

Although they are not at the level of the Overseers in terms of strength, the Iron Stomach are still formidable opponents on the battlefield - almost no one can withstand the charge of an imposing Iron Stomach - wielding their weapons, and the Iron Stomach knocks them down and then crushes them outright - the ogre who follows the Iron Stomach team is often able to reap a meal of every meal, as long as he does not dislike the dirt and footprints on it.

And so it was now, as the six-headed Iron Stomach unleashed itself in the most stalemate of the battle, tearing a huge hole in Nimbala's front before they swung their weapons ferociously, widening the gap so that the other ogres could break through with it.

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"It seems that the training of the army is still not enough!"

"Makes you laugh!"

Archmage Roster's black robe fluttered around Ron - using the levitation technique, the archmage came to Ron's side and observed the situation on the battlefield together, and it was clear that he had to intervene now, otherwise the defense line of Nimbara's army would definitely collapse, and what would follow was naturally a bloody feast!

"The power of the herd!"

"Group suggestion!"

"Serial lightning!"

"It's worthy of being an archmage, and as soon as you make a move, it's three seventh-level spells!"

Looking at the three spells released by Rost in a short period of time, Ron couldn't help but admire.

The power of the herd cattle stabilized the unbroken battle line at once, the group suggestion technique made the follow-up ogres ignore the gap opened by the iron stomachs, and the last chain of lightning was released on the iron stomachs!

The Ogre Iron Stomachs were well-equipped, with heavy metal armor and stomach shields, and they were the best conductors of lightning - so in the chain of lightning released by this archmage, three of the six Iron Stomachs fell at once, and the other three also immediately fell to their knees, losing the ability to continue fighting!

So, the Pegasus Knights, who were soaring in the sky, immediately split in half, rushed like meteors to the gap created by the Iron Stomachs, mended the battle line, and harvested the lives of the six Iron Stomachs with special scimitars - they now dare not use decapitation tactics against ordinary ogres because Pegasus' wings are quite fragile - and the last defeat made the ogre wizard aware of the threat in the air, and he has ordered all ogres to watch out for enemies in the air when fighting.

Nimbala's war with ogres has once again reverted to a stalemate, until another team of ogres appears on the wall!