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The news spread throughout the Alliance camp.

The leaders of all sizes never expected to encounter such a big event before tonight's general attack!

But many of them have secretly united to prepare that after tonight passes, by the way, "invite" the ogre to be out, and now it's okay, and everything will be saved.

Of course, there are some things that cannot be saved.

With a good heart, many people brought a hat of "mutilating fellow Allies" to the goblin, and the goblin naturally couldn't accept this hat.

The screws themselves are still in a state of being stunned by this sudden news!

Her defense was very powerful, because to be honest, it was a formal invitation to fight, and there were not a few people who mocked Funx for not being able to do anything before the war, and after the result came out, a large number of people were slapped in the face.

Many people didn't believe it, suspecting that it was actually a fight, but soon the truth came out.

According to the views of the bystanders, one person and one demon is indeed a fair fight, without outsiders intervening, and the first half is the same as they thought, Funx was violently beaten by the ogre, and it seemed that it was not enough, but Funx suddenly zoomed in directly!

It seems to be a secret technique, and it may also be that he drank some kind of potion in advance to stimulate the overdraft potential of the life force, and in short, the fallen ogre is the final proof.

Funx, the blue sea swordsman of the human race, has won this battle in a strange way!

Then he also fell to the ground, and was helped back to the goblin tent by the goblin Yellow Fang.

The heads thought about it, decided to ignore their own faces, and then went to the goblin camp together.

I don't know what they think, but they actually came to a brazen decision together: hand over the murderer.

Their reasoning was very high-sounding, they believed that Funks had undermined the stability of the slave catcher alliance and destroyed the previous situation of unity and fraternity.

I don't know where they got their solidarity and friendship.

One thing is certain, though.

They plan to take advantage of his illness to kill him, and when Phonks seems to be suffering a heavy blow or possibly a sequelae, they will first deal with this potentially powerful opponent!

The screw didn't drop the chain this time, she was naturally unwilling, and the situation on the field fell into an impasse, and it became a between the two sides to see who was more than whom.

It's just that they forgot to make sure that the ogre has or not.

Yes, many people have seen the ogre fall to the ground, the fat and thin heads have been cut off by Funks, and the headless corpses have been pulled into the goblin tent as trophies.

That was what Yellow Fang ordered his subordinates to do, such a monster corpse, even if it was important to save his friends, Yellow Fang would not forget.

It's all money!

In this way, it seems that the two-headed ogre is certain to be dead.

But, pay attention to this, that's how things change.

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The streets where the two-headed ogres were bloody before, this street is now cold, and the lively scene when the ogre and Funks fought here before is gone.

However, there was still a trail of blood on the edge, where the ogre had fallen during the day.

There were also some mottled blood spots next to it.

It's all blood spilling out, and it seems that the ogre is big and has a lot of blood, but in the largest pool of blood, there are traces of the dirt being renovated.

But some greedy people directly stripped away this part of the dirt stained with the blood of ogres.

You might even be able to use this blood to make two bottles of your own potion. For example, inferior berserk potions, power potions, and the like.

After a large number of leaders ran to the goblin camp, it became a new place of excitement, and the others were worried that the old ghost had not seen the excitement before, and they all rushed over when they heard about it.

In a short period of time, the ogre was directly hacked to death by the unfavored human swordsman, and now they are shouting to "hand over the murderer".

The bloody land of the ogres here has lost its popularity, as if the trees have fallen and scattered.

"Wow, wow, wow. ”

There was a gurgling sound, the sound of a wooden staff hitting the ground.

To be able to make such a crisp sound on such a dirty ground, the material of the wooden staff can be seen to be extraordinary.

Walking slowly with a staff was an old ogre with a slumped back, and if it was a spy who was familiar with the ogre camp or something, he could even recognize that this old ogre was still the steward who specialized in managing the ogre's tent and eating.

That's right, it's the head seller who takes care of the food.

I don't know what I'm doing here with this old body. After all, he was just an "ordinary" logistician.

The washing of the years has outlined his face with furrows, and the wrinkles that cannot be covered have witnessed his growth trajectory.

He stopped in front of the blood left behind by the two-headed ogre, his dim eyes seeing that this might be the last trace left by his own "adult", and there was no expression on his face.

After a long time, he spoke, and his voice was like a sawn wood, how ugly it was to hear, how ugly it was, and he said, "Yazi, can you recognize your mistake?"

His voice was flat, as if the two-headed ogre was right in front of him, and he was not an old guy who managed the logistics of ingredients, but an elder of the ancestors.

He listened attentively and nodded for a long time: "It's good to know, my lord asked you to come here for a serious matter, not to let you come over and think about eating all day long!"

As soon as the old ogre opened his mouth, there was a thick and strange tone, not like an ogre, nor an ordinary Northland tone, but more like the tone of the Eastern Country. z

I don't know what he went through in his early years.

The old ogre, who seemed to have an extraordinary background, didn't know what news he got there, and nodded to himself amusemently, if outsiders saw it, he might think that his own boss, the two-headed ogre, had fallen and gone crazy.

But the next scene will shut up outsiders - and then it should be an act of silence or something, after all, what is happening at the moment is obviously not known to others.

This is the biggest secret of their ogre.

I saw that after the old ogre nodded, he tapped the ground slightly, and two streamers floated up from the ground, turned into two pieces of printing paper, and fell into the hands of the old ogre.

I don't know if it was a natural additional stealth technique before, or it turned into dust or something, but it was hidden from so many people.

When the old ogre saw the two pieces of paper, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he squeezed out a smile: "Go back, let's go back slowly, and find you another body!"

The two sheets of paper were windless and automatic, and one of them came an invisible but somewhat violent voice: "I want a strong body!

This is actually the voice of a fat head!