Chapter 441: Chapter 59: Command Ogre.
Duncan initially thought it was a monster similar to the ogres in Warcraft, but after seeing their large and cumbersome bodies, he realized that the ogres here were more like the creatures in The Lord of the Rings. Their bald heads had sparse hair, their skin was extremely tough, exuding a foul stench, and their strength was terrifying; they could easily uproot a tree with a wave of their hand. However, their movements were a bit sluggish, which was probably their most obvious weakness.
"If only the elf ranger were here, they could kite them to death!"
But for a barbarian, dealing with such a large enemy was somewhat disadvantageous. Even Hegel, who entered a frenzy state, was struck and sent flying while blocking an enemy’s horizontal sweep, and his shield was instantly shattered.
The monster’s strength was extremely terrifying; it picked up a half-ton stone and threw it over.
Bang!
Everyone hurriedly dodged; Duncan also picked up his battle axe and leaped into the air, spanning a distance of six to seven meters, striking heavily onto the ogre’s right arm. In an instant, blood spurted out as the thick keratinous skin was split open, reaching the bone. The ogre howled in pain, swinging a tree trunk as a horizontal sweep.
There was no way to dodge this range; Duncan was also instantly knocked several meters away, rolling upon landing to avoid it, then catching the spear thrown by Crete.
If the weapon is big enough, then sheer force can overpower any technique.
The ogre’s height was roughly five to six meters, looking like a round and chubby figure. Crete stabbed its abdomen with a spear, but the fat layer absorbed most of the damage.
"We have to cut its legs!"
Duncan instantly threw his battle axe, the heavy axe slicing through the air, hitting the enemy’s knee with a thud, and making the massive ogre stagger. At this moment, Hegel stood up again, roared, and stabbed the ogre’s neck with both hands holding the spear.
The weapon in the monster’s hand was a large wooden club several meters long. When the weapon broke, it pulled up an adult waist-thick tree, seven to eight meters in length, and swung it like a giant broom, making it nearly impossible to get close. Crete was hit during his charge, ending up with branches scratching bloody marks all over his head and face.
At this point, from a god’s-eye view, two more ogres were approaching near the hillside not far away.
We must fight quickly and decisively!
Hegel’s spear pierced nearly half a meter into the ogre’s neck, yet it could still grab Hegel’s waist with its rough big hand, trying to crush him. Hegel immediately released the spear, his innate divine power bursting out, forcibly breaking free from the enemy’s hold.
But the next second, the ogre’s foul big mouth opened, trying to bite his neck.
Bang!
Hegel roared, headbutting the ogre, causing it to scream in pain, even knocking out a few of its front teeth.
He grabbed the spear again and thrust it down forcibly, mostly piercing into the monster’s body. Then, with a kick of his feet, he jumped two stories high, landing on a tree opposite. Using the elasticity of the branches, Hegel leaped again, delivering a punch that deformed the ogre’s skull, its eye sockets bulging out.
This guy can match an ogre blow for blow.
According to Dungeons and Dragons, his strength attribute must be above thirty-five points.
At this moment, Crete rolled and directly stabbed with his spear from the ogre’s crotch. It was unclear where he hit, but the ogre let out a desperate scream, significantly louder and sharper than its usual deep roar, indicating a critical hit.
"Attack below the belt!"
The surrounding barbarian warriors instantly swarmed in. Their charging and jumping ability was strong; two barbarian warriors slashed at the enemy’s calves, and one threw a warhammer, hitting the crotch dead center, instantly causing the ogre’s body to hunch.
Die!
Duncan took a deep breath, grasped the spear with both hands, and jumped up, piercing through the ogre’s skull and out its jaw while its body was unsteady.
Bang!
The towering creature fell with a crash. Behind it, the barbarian warriors who were cutting its legs scattered like birds and beasts, as being crushed would at least half kill someone.
"Why are the ogres here so large?!"
"The Northern Land giants are only about half its size."
Crete stood up panting, pulled out his battle axe, and threw it to Duncan, while Hegel quickly grabbed his weapon, looking toward the hill opposite where there were still heavy footsteps.
"Perhaps the food is abundant here," Duncan replied.
The Northern Land giants were all muscular, while these ogres here were somewhat bloated, covered in thick layers of fat, providing a natural extra layer of protection.
"But the guy is pretty clumsy and not particularly difficult to deal with."
Crete once again raised his battle axe and stood beside Duncan, while Hegel had already rushed up the hill alone, ready to face one of the ogres. He had a strong sense of personal heroism, often rushing into battle, as he did during the last raid on the Wetland Lizardmen, where he charged alone into the monster horde, going berserk.
"Since you don’t need anyone’s admiration, then I won’t hold back!"
Duncan didn’t bother with Hegel at this time; after all, he already claimed a kill.
He turned to look at Ugar and Pest beside him, and said in a deep voice, "Are you guys okay?"
Ugar shook his head.
Pest raised his arm and said, "My right arm is broken, but I can still fight."
Even at this time, caring for comrades made their attitudes slightly change.
"Scattering array!"
Duncan unceremoniously took over the command, usually held by Crete, who was the vice commander of the barbarian warband.
But Crete had no objection to this at all and very naturally stood on Duncan’s right side.
Seven people, one injured.
The wounded stayed at the back, while six formed a scattering array against the incoming ogres.
Hegel had protection on him, so he wouldn’t die easily, no need to worry about him.
The fight just now was too chaotic.
Hegel led the charge, he was so fast that Duncan couldn’t even command, because a flying axe thrown over would directly cut Hegel half to death.