Tomb Survival: Evolve from Skeleton

Grunt Black Iron, a very young ogre raider who, while not the strongest warrior in his clan, prides himself on having a grunt that is earth-shattering and unmatched.

Because he won the boxing game, Hulu Heitie was lucky to be the night watchman tonight.

The task of the night watchman seems to be hard work, and you have to keep your eyes open all night, but in fact, every ogre knows that this is a very easy job.

Because the rainforest vegetation on the coast of the Lost Coast is luxuriant, the terrain is complex, and monsters are rampant.

The location of the Black Iron tribe is very hidden. Except for the native creatures in the jungle, ordinary people can't find the hidden path leading to the tribe. Even if they know the way, they may not be able to find it alive.

Moreover, the Black Iron Ogre itself is very powerful. Except for the opponents formed into the army, the other small groups of mercenary bounty hunters are just snacks delivered to the door, and a few ogre looters can be dispatched at will. Easy to do.

What's more, there are aces such as the only leader Quells, the ogre warlord Fakule, and the old forest priest Haman. Except for the old enemy Amazon Centaur, the Black Iron Ogre has never suffered in front of any opponent. .

Amazon centaurs don't like to act at night very much, so the night watch task is actually sleeping or sleeping, and every day Goggin will add a hearty breakfast to the "hardworking" night watchmen.

Therefore, instead of becoming a drudgery that everyone shunned, the task of night watch became a super beauty job where a group of lazy, dead blue fat men competed for the post even after breaking their heads.

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"Hehehehe. I must praise you every day, little Goggin who is hugging you fiercely in your arms. The things you serve are really too great. Siren fried eggs? And turtle mushroom soup? Roasted savage legs? Heh hehe"

"Hulu is one lucky ogre."

The corner of the mouth was drooling, and the ogre was talking in sleep, a cold light flashed silently between his thick neck.

The next moment, his ugly big head, which was comparable to a giant bear, rolled to the ground, and even the silly smile remaining on the corner of his mouth did not change in any way.

The blood in Fatty Blue's body was squeezed out of his body cavity with the last beat of his huge and powerful heart, forming a tragic red fountain.

A clown's face painted with funny oil paint flashed behind the bloody curtain, as if it had never appeared before, but the weird smile on the clown's face seemed to be frozen in the air forever.

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Oldest forest priest Haman, the eldest of the Dark Iron ogre tribe, sat up suddenly from his thatched bed, sweat dripping down his wrinkled old face.

The old forest priest staggered out of the thatched hut, stretched out his hand and grabbed the air, and then put it in front of the long hooked nose and sucked it twice...

The next moment, his expression became even more terrifying.

"Enemy Attack~! It's Enemy Attack~~~! You bunch of lazy bastards, get up for me~~~!"

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The sharp and hoarse voice of the old forest priest finally tore through the quiet night.

In the chief's room.

"One-eyed troll" Quells suddenly opened his blood-red one-eyed eyes, overflowing with killing intent gushing out like blood.

The legendary one-eyed ogre war king stood up with incredible agility, and it was too late to wear the golden armor that Gojin gave him today.

However, when Qualls chose a weapon, he hesitated between the giant wooden club with steel nails and the giant silver warhammer...

In the end, Qualls reached out to the gorgeous and exaggerated weapon.

No way, he really likes this thing.

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In the distance, the fat ogre who was casually lying and sleeping by the campfire kicked his son who was sleeping next to him.

"Little bastard, get up and hit someone~~~!"

Regardless of whether his son was awake or not, the fat ogre casually hung a few pieces of iron plates on his body as armor,
Although the black iron ogre is lazy by nature, after all, every ogre grows up soaked in blood and death. Laziness is lazy, but the reaction speed when encountering a crisis is really not slow.

In just a few blinks of the eyes, a group of blue fat men scattered in front of the fire and sleeping drunkenly, turned into a group of heavily armed and murderous Hell King Kong in an instant.

"Here~~~!"

Accompanied by a powerful roar, Fakule jumped up, and the mace in his hand was wrapped in a blue lightning in midair, which was as powerful as a legendary artifact.

The target of Fakule's attack was just an ordinary lawn, but just before he was about to hit it, the lawn was twisted strangely...

Then a panicked fat man with clown paint on his face appeared out of nowhere.

"High-level camouflage", the signature skill of thieves and assassins, is launched with the shadow battle energy obtained by believing in Hermes, the god of theft and assassination.

If it weren't for the faint smell of blood emanating from the clown, no one would have been able to see through that this piece of grass was actually disguised by a top killer.

The funny clown appeared and shouted in a high-pitched voice——

"Help, help~~~!"

This is actually not difficult to understand.

Fakule, who is both skilled in magic and martial arts, is an opponent that even the King of War, Quells, cannot easily defeat. At this time, his Thunder Strike will not be able to stop too many people in the entire Demon Soul Continent.

But just when this fatal blow was about to explode on the head of the clown killer, a towering tree that could only be surrounded by two people was thrown over by the whole tree, and it precisely smashed into the middle of the air, which had nowhere to dodge Fakule.

Forced to do so, Fakule could only shift the attack target to the giant tree. The brilliant thunder light exploded fiercely in the night sky, and the towering giant tree suddenly turned into countless burning sawdust, which was like a meteor fire under the entanglement of electric snakes. Falling from the sky like rain.

Along with it, there were castrated combat-specialized ogres.

And the fat clown who had escaped by chance ran away, and fled into the dense forest with extremely funny movements, but just when everyone thought he was just a funny character, Fakule suddenly flew back...

Three bright silver throwing knives were suddenly nailed to the huge mace that Fakule stood in front of him.

The fat clown turned his head, his big mouth painted bright red let out a strange laugh, and his nose in the shape of a red ball kept shaking.

After mocking and provoking, the fat and bloated figure of the clown completely disappeared in the night with a few ups and downs in completely illogical and agile movements.

This is the first time Fakule has been teased and humiliated in this way since he was born!
The veins on Fakule's entire head have burst out...

"Stonetooth Weapon", "Lightning Shield", "Windfury", "Bloodthirsty".
One after another, the shaman enhanced divine spells exploded extravagantly on this battle-specialized ogre.

The elemental power on the weapon in Fakule's hands was violent and raging, flames, storms, lightning and frost complement each other, and three lightning shields around him swirled gracefully.

At this time, whether it is a warrior or a magician, I am afraid that as long as they are rational people, they will not confront this terrifying ogre head-on.

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