A tall, two-headed ogre dressed in a gorgeous costume gently weighed the gadgets in his hand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

For an ogre with an average height of nine meters, that thing was really too small. A small, unadulterous-looking crystal ball is exactly the size of a human hand, but for an adult ogre, it's the size of a thumb fingernail at most.

But the two-headed priest looked at it very seriously, and he quickly put two pairs of huge eyes on the surface of this little thing.

Crystal, the favorite of all the mages in the world who have experienced its wonders. Not those transparent crystals that are used to fool people, but energy crystals that can really be used as a storage unit of energy.

The strong energy conductivity, the almost negligible damage of the demon spirit, and the clarity that can be allowed by the spiritual power. Everything that makes it so much loved by the mages. It doesn't matter what ethnicity it is.

The next moment, the rough palm gently closed, pinching the fragile crystal in the hand into powder.

The reason why some of the human beings of Elpis survived was because part of the devastating divine power was artificially directed to the strategic place of the mage, and it was also the gathering place of all the mages at that time, - Theleutia, the land of the Seven Towers, the essence of human wisdom. All the mages of the human race should have died under the terrible torrent.

"It doesn't seem like that's all. A human mage who was able to survive under the heavy care of the sun god deserves respect. ”

The two-headed priest muttered to himself, a human who can use the "Demon Eye" is definitely a strategic resource in the Seven Towers. A warrior who can survive a desperate situation is always worthy of respect.

"That's the real fun hunt. The tall ogre slowly stood up and walked towards the pit that had just been opened. The ogres who went in hadn't heard in a while, and a mage still had a lot of advantages on his own home turf. It seems that he is going to devote himself to this play, and personally enjoy the tenderness of the warrior and the sorrow of the prey.

......

The old mage sitting on the bed silently looked at the broken and broken edge of the magic eye, and his face was full of emotion. If anyone had dared to peek into Proteus' magic eye crystal like this before, the ogre's stupid head would have been blasted into flowers by the powerful spiritual power of the legendary magician.

Now, though, he's too old. The invasion of the black sun made him two or three hundred years old, but it was as if he had lived for five hundred years in one breath. Even if you go to pick up the "old friend" who has been with you all your life, your hands will tremble for a while. The old and fragile body is like a random patchwork of building blocks, as if it will be crumbled by a gust of wind in the next moment.

However, the old mage shook the hand of the eater—the scarred black staff. At the necessary moment, he will let these blind and arrogant stupid big people see what it means to be old and strong.

......

"Get out of the way!"

The two-headed priest who jumped into the cave angrily pushed away the people whose IQ was almost low to the limit of his tolerance. They had done nothing for so long, just wandering aimlessly for an hour and a half in what looked like a dwarven ruin.

The magic patterns carved into the surrounding walls were carved into the dim rock wall as if everyone else were fools. And his troops really circled around the circular corridor like a bunch of fools.

"A bunch of. The two-headed ogre slammed the Iron Tree Staff into the hard rock wall, shattering the wall in front of him, and he easily destroyed the intricate patterns that interfered with his sense of direction.

"You're so stupid. Have you forgotten everything that the academy teaches, everyone destroys everything around us, and we need to do everything we can to make up for the time wasted!"

The priest shouted angrily at the lead ogre. These people are like stupid wind monkeys, making people play around. It's really not easy to command such a bunch of things.

But the ogre's thick nerves prevented him from noticing that when the stone wall was smashed, the environment around him changed in a slightest

Just when a dozen ogres also wanted to smash another wall in the same way. The slight tremor was already on the walls, in the air, and in the earth constantly transmitted back and forth, reverberating. The sound was thus transmitted to a "gift" buried in the ground.

Immediately, not far from the ogre, one by one, the magic patterns lit up one by one and merged into two small auxiliary circles, one of which looked like an upgraded version of the two-ring magic circle - tremor when Keel used it to wake up the sound demon bee in the barren grass. and the Three-Ring Circle - Disintegration. The two spells can only be considered civil or entry-level, and even if they are portrayed as magic circles, they can only be used for architectural construction.

But no one wants to see these two deadly things underground.

"Damn!" the Two-Headed Priest jerked his staff up, but it was too late.

The support beam is broken into pieces and shakes a few times, and guess what ...... happens?

......

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, the mine collapsed.

The vertical structure of the dwarven caverns, and the relatively high lifting frames set up for the entry of large equipment, caused the rock flow to be pressed down, which was definitely strong.

In the blink of an eye, the power of nature reveals its wrath and power to the world. Almost all ogres were instantly buried deep in the ground about twenty meters above the ground.

"These despicable bugs!" a yellow light mask suddenly crossed the direction of the rock's collapse, and thanks to the professionalism of the dwarves, the two entry-level demolition circles only caused a partial collapse of the mine. Otherwise, the life-saving shield solidified on the staff would really not be able to resist the surging rock flow.

But the impact of a collapse deep underground is not limited to this.

The mine is faulted. The cracked cavern caused the original cavern to collapse and connect to the mine below. The original cave was completely sealed with huge rocks.

...... Ogre, separated

"Bastard. The two-headed ogre looked at four or five of his men who had lucky enough not to fall, and smashed a piece of gray limestone with his fist that blocked his view. Then, the Burst Trap hidden underneath was happily activated .......

......

"I'm slot!"

A roar so loud that it even formed a wave suddenly echoed throughout the ruins.

You know, there is a difference between a sacrifice and a mage, although the sacrifice may also be a façade spell or two. However, they rely more on talent to eat.

And the signature talent of the War Sacrifice, the boundary that separates it from the mage, is infamous - the War Roar.

The bizarre and wide-ranging sound waves inspire the wrath of the ogre, a military skill that is a headache for all races, including the ogres themselves. No one knows what strange things a sensible ogre can do when he gets angry, attacking allies, disobeying orders, stealing honey (as if mixed with something strange (T_T)/~~). However, one of the craziest effects recognized by various races is that there is a certain chance that ordinary ogres will be brutalized.

Brute change, this kind of super killer is not a street product that everyone can have.

But think about it! When in the center of the battlefield, dozens of ogre sacrifices suddenly roared, and hundreds or even tens of thousands of ordinary ogres suddenly turned into a group of uncontrolled terrorist murder weapons.

......

On the other side, the old mage looked at everything that happened in the eyes of the Dharma with a smile.

"Oh, that's good. He was mad. No matter how smart an ogre is, he is still an ogre. ”