The group of ogres ate a few more than the Iron Stomach, but they were still very few compared to the ogre warriors - their faces were covered in scorch, their bodies were covered in burns, and half of them wore blindfolds and smoldering torches in their mouths.

Most strikingly, in their strong and naked embrace, there was a cannon that was carried from a high-ranking pirate ship and tore off the base!

............

"Ogre Leadster!"

"Another ancient heritage!"

Beside Ron, Archmage Rost was whispering to himself, and his eyes were brightening - from the Iron Stomach to the current Lead Sprayer, Rost was already sure that the ogre clan in front of him must have opened the ruins, or at least some of them, and only then did they get the training methods of these two ancient ogre professions.

Although this kind of professional inheritance is quite crude in the eyes of humans, it is a suitable profession for ordinary ogres who do not have too high intelligence.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

In Archmage Rost's thoughts, the ogres were already smirking and inserting the smoldering torch into the cannon's ignition opening.

Immediately, a series of heavy shelling rang out - in order to make such a shot, the ogres had to stuff several handfuls of black powder into the barrel, then fill it with a pile of iron sand, nails, sharp pieces of iron, or stone chips, and finally ignite them with torches - and not every shot was successful.

Most of the time, a thunderous blow of red-hot metal and rapid rubble can cause serious casualties to an enemy with a roar, but a few moments the roar will turn into a cloud of smoke that envelops the user - the pieces of iron that were supposed to be bombarded on the enemy will pierce into the Poet Demon's skin, causing damage to the user.

This is also the reason why the lead sprayer is covered in scars, even with only one eye.

In fact, given the intelligence of the ogre, the probability of such an accident with shelling is not low - either the ammunition is installed in the wrong order, or the amount of gunpowder is too much or too little.

"Boom! boom!"

However, this time, the Ogre Lead Sprayer did not make such a mistake, and a dozen or so roars in a row immediately brought down a large number of human warriors - Nimbala's defense line was broken through again, and this time, there were no more warriors to stand by!

"Kill!"

"Crush them, chop them, eat them!"

Excited, the Ogre Overseers leapt off the wall and immediately join the fight. Behind him, the Ogre Leadspitter leaps down as he does - the Ogre are intellectually intellect and don't know how to make gunpowder, so they need to trade with other pirates to get it, and as a result, they don't have much ammo.

Therefore, the combat habit of this group of lead sprayers is to carry the heavy cast-iron barrel after a heavy artillery bombardment, and use it like a stick of the ogre race's weapon!

"Alas!"

Another sigh - every time Rose had encountered something unexpected since entering Elvon Island - although everything could be solved, he still wanted to sigh.

And after sighing, Rost took out a brilliant amethyst from his arms, and then threw it towards the battlefield without hesitation!

"Boom!"

It roared as loud as artillery, but in the roar, no humans or ogres were harmed—the light of the words spread from the ground that had been smashed by the crystal, quickly enveloping the entire battlefield in a lilac shimmer.

In such a glimmer of light, the ogre warriors felt their bodies suddenly heavily, and the swords of the human warriors who could have been easily blocked became unstoppable, and they could only watch as the enemy's weapons pierced the nearest body and cut off their own heads.

"Lord Ron, leave me alone for the time being!"

And after bowing his head and apologizing to Ron, Archmage Rost controlled the levitation technique to fall downwards - the purple shimmer didn't have much effect on the Ogre Overseers, so it would take a legendary powerhouse to fight it - and in Nimbara's army now, only Archmage Rost could deal with it.

............

"Iron Stomach, Ogre Lead-Spitter?"

"Ancient heritage?"

Naturally, Rost didn't know that his own whispered self-muttering had already been captured by Ron's powerful hearing with the assistance of the Wind Divine Nature, and it fell into Ron's ears word for word, and the most important of them was the word Ancient!

In ancient times, it means that it was a long time ago, which means that the two professions of ogres were obtained from the ruins of this ancient civilization, and this can be slightly deduced, whether the ruins of this ancient civilization were pioneered by ogres a long time ago? After all, the towering buildings and spacious gates in the ruins are very suitable for the size of the ogre.

"When the door is opened, the truth should be revealed. ”

"But before then, I might want to join the fight!"

Glancing up at the massive ruins on top of the island, Ron didn't think about it anymore - he removed the crossbow from his back, loaded the bolts, and slowly lowered his altitude.

"Rain of arrows!"

Then, a series of crossbow arrows as small as a needle, but as fast as the wind, shot out of Ron's crossbow and into the battlefield below—with the help of the god of the wind, Ron's arrows each shot accurately into the eye of an ogre, causing these giants to be more than two and a half meters in a miserable howl covering their eyes by the human warriors who took the opportunity to attack.

Ron paid special attention to the ogres who were more fierce and damaging than the average ogre warrior - and similarly, Ron's arrows pierced their eyes and did more damage - because more than half of them were one-eyed!

"For Nimbala!"

"Kill them!"

Despite the panic, the human warriors used their small groups to form small battle formations - after rigorous training, with the help of the strength of the team, they were able to kill and injure the enemy more easily - so that in the sound of the ogre's war drums, there was a constant howl - not of humans, but of ogres.

And after ten breaths, Ron lowered his crossbow - the battle situation below was already clear, and the ordinary ogre warrior had been cut down to the ground, and if he did not die, he had lost the ability to fight.

As for the most powerful of the Ogre Overseers, they have been reduced to a smoky torch - the Legendary Warriors are always at a disadvantage in the battle against the Legendary Mage, not to mention that Rost is already at the end of the Legendary Path, and the Ogre Overseers have just stepped in.

And all the while, the ogre wizard that Rost guessed did not show up.