"Traitors, you traitors, roar!" The half-ogre was furious, and the giant wooden stick that he had previously regarded as a treasure hammered to the ground.

Most of the circle of taxes has been restored, and the former majesty has been found by him again, without Gavin's suppression, the fiery temper that belongs to the ogre is returning.

"Open the door, or I'll smash it!" Roar vicious threats.

Crunch! Crunch!

Before the half-ogre could take action, the gate of the humble camp opened automatically.

A tall rickety figure walked out with a stagger.

Looking at it from a distance, you can feel that his height is only higher than that of a half-ogre, his body is slender and tall, his arms are surprisingly long, and they are about to be dragged to the ground, and the nails of his hands are more than ten centimeters long, curved in an arc, like a dagger with a long black handle, his skin is dark green, and his wide back is full of black sarcomas.

Trolls.

The guardian of this goblin tribe is a troll.

When the troll came out, there was a goblin in his right hand, and as he walked, he sent it to his mouth, and gnawed and clicked, and in a few mouthfuls, half of the goblin entered his stomach.

Barbarism, it's just too barbaric.

Seeing this scene, the half-ogre roared in his heart and couldn't help but shout savagery, this was completely uncivilized beast behavior.

This goblin tribe is crazy, and even find a greedy troll to be its guardian, and with the other party's strong appetite, it will not take them all to eat them all in a few ten days.

One or two tribes do not collect tribute, the problem should not be too big.

The half-ogre retreated in his heart, if he was replaced by another enemy, even if it was a real ogre, he would have the courage to fight him, but the other party would be replaced by a troll, and it would be wise to retreat.

Their ability to regenerate is well known, and it is difficult to gain advantage from a war with such an enemy.

"Who...... Let you ...... Walking? The troll spoke slowly, in a guttural Giant's voice, his shoulders slightly drooping and arched, ready to pounce at any moment.

"What do you want to do?" The half-ogre swallowed.

"Everything, what's on the body, is left behind...... It's all, mine. The troll's gaze was greedily fixed on the large bag on the half-ogre's shoulder, and the new weapon in his hand.

"Don't think about it." The half-ogre refused without thinking about it, turned around and ran.

"Kill you...... It's all mine. The troll rushed up, clearly faster than the half-ogre.

In comparison, the half-ogre is still relatively bloated, especially carrying half a bag of bits and pieces, which slows down the escape.

It's just that the half-ogre is greedy enough, and at this time, he is still reluctant to throw away the bag, even if these things are not his, but now they are his.

After a few leaps, the troll chased after him, and he was a claw.

Listening to a snort, the half-ogre bag was cut open with a big hole, and the contents were scattered all over the ground.

"Look for death!" The half-ogre roared in anger and reflexively pulled back.

This stick shows the results of his crazy ravaging by Gavin in the past few days, it is definitely not pure brute force, there is also an element of combat skills, and it is a bit of a horse gun.

The strength of the waist and arms is one, and the multi-tumor giant wooden rod is round, and it is unexpected, and it is pumped positively.

Bang.

The troll behind him was unexpectedly whipped by the half-ogre, half of his head was flattened, and his right eye burst out directly, dragging outside.

If it is replaced by other monsters, this time, even if he dies, it will make him temporarily lose his combat effectiveness.

The troll shook his head and got up as if nothing happened, and with a stroke of his long finger, he cut off the exposed right eyeball, threw it into his mouth, clicked it like a snack, chewed it, and swallowed it directly.

Countless granulations are burrowing in the eye sockets, and new eyeballs are being reborn.

This stick just now greatly enhanced the self-confidence of the half-ogre, and took advantage of the situation to spare people, and the multi-tumor giant wooden stick smashed down on the head and face.

The troll obviously didn't expect this, and was directly smoked, and before he came back to his senses, he had already received three or four blows.

Two of the sticks were pumped directly on his thighs.

The power of the half-ogre, even if it is not to the extraordinary twenty points, is almost there, and the attack formed is so terrifying.

Directly drew the leg into three segments, all of which were comminuted fractures.

No matter how strong a troll's regenerative ability is, it will take time to recover, especially if this comminuted fracture takes longer.

The half-ogre wouldn't give him this opportunity at all, so he went around in circles and pumped at him, saying something as he smoked, "Let you chase me...... Let you chase me...... This is my territory...... My Territory...... Roar...... How dare you run into my territory and spread wild...... Roar...... Let you know how good I am...... Ha ha...... Roar ......"

The troll roared in anger and claws flailing in an attempt to shake off the half-ogre's endless hammer blows.

But the half-ogre was unexpectedly slippery, taking a step to the left and turning a step to the right from time to time, and it actually caused most of his claws to miss, and occasionally a few claws hit him, and he was in a state of excitement and madness, and he didn't notice it at all.

One step late, one step later.

Before the comminuted fracture of this leg could heal completely, the other leg was knocked into a comminuted fracture by the half-ogre.

Gavin's actual combat training with him from time to time has made him develop the habit of attacking as low as possible, and when he arrives at the trolls, who are also large in size, it is the next three ways.

The effect is surprisingly good, and after limiting the speed, the opponent is a live target.

Half-ogres have been the object of ravages for some time, and this time he finally tasted the pleasure of ravaging others.

By the time Gavin and the others arrived, the troll had been completely inhuman by the Half-Ogre Hammer, and could no longer die.

Trolls are only strong in regeneration, but it doesn't mean they're immortal.

Especially in a short period of time, if you receive a large number of fatal injuries, far exceeding the regenerative load, and when the nutrients stored in the body are depleted, you will die completely.

Therefore, the troll can sustain himself for a period of time by devouring his reborn limbs, but not permanently, and if he does not consume food from the outside world for a long time, he will starve to death.

"Roar...... Stop, he's dead. Gavin shouted to stop, hammering a half-ogre at a dead corpse.

"Roar!" The half-ogre didn't hear Gavin's order at all, and let out a louder roar in response.

At this time, Gavin realized that something was wrong with the half-ogre's state.

The muscles all over the body were abnormally raised, the green tendons were bulging out, the eyes were blood-red, and there was endless anger in them, a fury that tore everything apart.

Rampage.

Barbarians are berserk.

The Half-Ogre Roar has already opened the career template and turned into a barbarian.

I don't know if he changed classes before or after killing the trolls.

Gavin thinks the latter is more likely.

In game terms, the Half-Ogre is considered a skip kill.

The ogre race is at least level seven (in terms of life dice), and Roar, as a half-ogre, is slightly worse, only level five.

The troll's race level is level eight, and under normal circumstances, even if an ogre sees it, he has to take a detour, let alone a half-ogre roar.

At least the half-ogre roar in front of Gavin, two or three tied up, is no match for the troll in front of him.

Half-Ogre Roar can skip the level of killing, and most of the reason is due to the crazy special training that Gavin has launched for him in the past ten days, especially in actual combat, which has improved the most rapidly.

Of course, a little bit of coincidence and luck is crucial.