The heavy rain kept falling, even though it was already morning, the sky was still gray.

After a long, vast and loud trumpet sound came from the Broken Skull Fortress, the sound of war drums pressed over the thunder. More than a dozen ogres at the city gate worked together to pull the winch and opened the heavy black wood gate.

The army of ogres surged out of the city gate, and the front was the two-headed ogre chief Gurgaru, who carried a thick dark wooden stick, making it difficult to tell whether it was a staff or a big stick, or both.

The ogre chief was followed by five hundred messy ogres. Don't expect the barbaric humanoid marching to be disciplined. The ogres pushed each other and scolded loudly. They carried thick maces on their shoulders, strode forward with their heads raised, and looked like gangsters who were about to fight.

But on the Nord Hill Continent, no force dares to underestimate this undisciplined team. The ogres have amazing brute force. Their weapons do not require mass, but only weight. If this mace is smashed, it can smash the human knight with heavy armor into a discus.

After passing through the clearings in front of the fortress, the ogre team entered the forest.

Gurgaru frowned. After entering the forest, it felt like someone was peeping at it. It hid its hands behind it and covered up the marks of casting.

The dust of development!

A shiny spot of light enveloped the ogre chief's 100-meter circa, and it flashed and passed away.

After casting a spell that allowed the stalker to show signs, the ogre chief looked around but found nothing suspicious.

Is it an illusion?!

Gurgaru continued to move forward.

No! How could there be birds in such heavy rain?

Gurgaru sent out a water arrow and shot the birds on the branches thirty meters away.

Looking at the water arrows growing bigger and bigger in sight, Elena quickly retreated to her vision to share the spell link.

"Brother, I've been discovered."

"How could it be? The magic energy fluctuations in the vision link are very weak. How did it discover it!"

"Because of bird habits, birds should stay in their nests on rainy days."

"We were careless, forget it, there was no loss."

Amos touched his chin and murmured to himself: "Five hundred ogres~."

"Bucky Dark Scale, go and inform the old blind people to withdraw, so as not to encounter the ogres head-on."

In the family ranks behind Amos, a dark scale fishman took the order and ran into the forest quickly.

It is the strongest fishman night walker under Amos, with a professional level of up to 12.

"Let's go, too. It's time to meet old friends!" Amos smiled evilly and took the lead in walking towards the forest. The relatives behind him followed the steps of the White Dragon Lord.

After walking for a while, Amos encountered the retreating old blind team.

“What are you getting?”

"Nothing was found except to kill some zombies."

This answer was as expected by Amos, and it nodded at the old blind eye: "Well, come back to the team."

He continued: "Everyone rested on the spot, and his weapons were poisoned!"

Amos will distribute the anesthetics against ogres.

After a brief rest, Amos led the team forward for another hour and finally met the ogre unit.

The ogre chief—Gurgaru, when he saw the White Dragon Lord at the front of the enemy team, he was filled with anger.

It's indeed it.

This guy who teases the Crane Clan many times.

Gurgaru strided forward in the heavy rain, walked to the middle of the two men, and pestled the dark wooden stick behind him to the ground, pressing all the noise with a bang, and a wave of air pushed the heavy rain away.

Garu: "Silly White Dragon, standing in front of you is the descendant of the Caucasus, the basilica demon slaughter of the Banoro Fire Demon, the ruler of the Broken Skull Island, the chief of the Broken Skull Ogre, you have provoked the Broken Skull Clan many times, and you dare to step into the territory of the Broken Skull Clan and report your name."

Amos's heart moved. The ogre chief claimed to be the descendant of the Banno Flame Demon Slaughter, which means that his ancestor, named the Caucasus, killed more than one Banno Flame Demon. It was indeed a tribe passed down when the demon invaded ten thousand years ago.

It raised its vigilance in its heart, but said contemptuously: "White Dragon-Amos Aldridge, a dirty ogre, I hope your strength is as bluffing as your name."

Garu: "Your head will become my precious collection."

Goul: "I'm going to put it in the hall."

Gurgaru: "The skull-breaking ogre crushes their heads!"

"War!" Amos roared, and the four white dragons shook their wings and flew into the sky.

"For the glory of White Castle!"

"For the glory of Amos!"

Under the leadership of about 40 strong trolls, the fishman, werewolves and their families shouted battle horns and collided with the ogre army.

Amos hovered over the treetops and stared at the ogre chief below. Both sides fought and knew that the other party was so powerful that no one dared not act rashly, so as not to reveal flaws.

Gurgaru was very confident in his ogre army. Although the number was only 500, they were all elites of the Crane Clan. When the Ogre army killed all the other party's family, no matter how powerful the White Dragon was, it would only escape in shame. Victory would definitely belong to the Crane Crane, so it was not afraid of delaying time.

Amos flew into the sky and took the initiative in the attack. He was well prepared. The ogre was not in a hurry to take action. Naturally, it would not be in a hurry. It just needed to keep an eye on it.

On the battlefield in full swing below.

An extra strong ogre raised his mace to smash it at the troll, but unexpectedly the mace was stuck by the branches on his head. The troll seized the opportunity, stepped forward and kicked the ogre in the chest. The ogre flying backward overwhelmed his teammates behind.

At the same time, after the ogre on one side smashed the fishman into a pile of rotten meat, before he could recover the mace, the fishman tide hunter took the opportunity to stab the ogre's belly with a spear. After breaking through the skin, he was blocked by the ogre's thick fat.

The ogre was in pain and kicked the fishman away, but the copper-backed snapping turtle on the ground raised his head and bit it a piece of crotch. The ogre's eyes were quickly congested, and he raised anger mixed with pain and roared, losing his mind.

Grab the copper-backed snapping turtle shell and pull it hard, grabbing the snapping turtle and smashing it around without discriminating the enemy.

The power of the two methods is not to be outdone. The fishman mages formed a square formation and worked together to summon the size of a football hail, smashing the ogres to their heads and bleeding.

A rare number of ogre magicians raked fireballs and exploded in the fishman team. The ogre shaman beat the war drums, giving the ogre warriors even more fearless courage.

The three-headed white dragon was also targeted by the masters among the ogres, and temporarily avoided the edge and flew into the air to release magic.

The sound of ogres' war drums, the collision of weapons, the explosion of magic and the roar of anger, played a magnificent music of blood and iron together.

The broken spear was soaked in the accumulated water on the ground. The bodies of both sides fell to the ground were trampled by later warriors. The blood flowed out mixed with the accumulated water on the ground, dyeing the puddles light red.

Soon, the two-headed ogre chief discovered something was wrong. Even if all the ogres were injured, they would soon fall to the ground.

"Despicable White Dragon!"

"What did you do?!"
Chapter completed!