Tomb Survival: Evolve from Skeleton

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.

But Fakule has no further action.
Good training and innate combat wisdom prevent him from being easily consumed by anger like other ogres, especially when the real opponent has not yet appeared.

pass. pass. pass. pass.
Accompanied by extremely heavy and oppressive footsteps, the big tree in front of Fakule was pushed away like a grass, and a figure even taller than the burly Quells walked out slowly.

This is a giant man with dark green and greasy skin, with his bare chest and swollen muscles exuding a dangerous aura like a burning powder keg.

The giant man is the perfect symbol of the word violence...

From the gill-like giant ears of this giant man, the wet dark red long hair and scaly skin, it can be seen that this is a very rare ocean race - tidal giant.

……

A qualified ogre raider will not be afraid of any enemy on the battlefield, even if in front of him is an ancient dragon that unleashes dragon power.

Fakule, who was full of fighting spirit, was just about to step forward, but was firmly pressed down by a giant hand behind him.

Fakule knows who it is without turning around
The whole tribe can single-handedly suppress his charge, except for the only leader, father Quells, there will be no second one.

Qualls lightly waved the silver warhammer in his hand, with an unprecedented solemn expression on his face.

Fakule knew that only when he met a real strong man, the king of war of the Black Iron Ogre tribe and his father Quells, would he show such an expression.

As for the opponent who can make Qualls face it seriously, although it is a bit reconciled to say it, such an opponent is indeed not something that Fakule can defeat now.

The tidal giant on the opposite side obviously did not underestimate the ogre holding a huge square silver hammer in front of him. He swung his arm forward, and a black anchor more than four meters long and weighing at least two tons hit the ground heavily. .

This is only the tidal giants like it, and only the tidal giants can use it. It does not belong to the category of weapons, but it is a special weapon that is more terrifying than any heavy hammer.

Quells' dark blue skin gradually became bright red and swollen due to excessive congestion. The steaming heat radiated from the pores of his whole body, distorting and deforming the air around Quells' skin, and his iconic one-eyed It was as hideous and terrifying as if it was about to spurt out blood.

Strength, coercion, the will to crush everything
The pure-blooded ogre who inherited the blood of the ancestor Cyclops is so terrifying.

Contrary to Quells, who was as fiery as fire, the tide giant as his opponent was as calm as the deep sea. His face was expressionless, but the anchor in his hand danced lightly like a branch.

At first it was just like a swinging pendulum, but the speed was getting faster and faster, and in the end it was whining like a deep-sea vortex hidden at the bottom of the ocean.

"Roar~~~!"

"Ow~~~!"

Accompanied by two loud explosion-like roars.

The next moment, two super heavyweight giants collided heavily, and the dull sound was like thunder in a storm!

The huge anchor and the super warhammer in the shape of a human head collided with each other, and the sparks that sputtered out were the size of a fist, comparable to the lethality of low-level magic.

This kind of battle has gone far beyond the specifications, and even Fakule cannot intervene in it.

But the battle isn't just theirs.

At some point behind the tidal giant, a woman appeared, a beautiful woman with long blond hair, a fiery red cloth cap, and a fiery red short skirt.

She stared dissatisfiedly at the two people who were fighting, and Junxiu snorted coldly. The next moment, she took out a long fiery red whip from behind and slammed it a few times in mid-air.

The leather whip didn't attack anyone on the field, but it rubbed against the air and made a loud crisp sound.

Just when a group of ogres couldn't figure out what this woman wanted to do, the silent forest in the night suddenly "lived"...

The sound of hooves trampling, the sound of trees being knocked down, and the howling of wild beasts and monsters all joined together, like a tidal wave rushing towards the village of the Black Iron Ogre.

With a bang, under the leadership of a giant armored bear standing at least six meters high, countless forest beasts, and even some low-level monsters, seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, and their eyes were red. The dumbfounded ogres.

This is the beast tide.

The giant bear wearing silver heavy armor is like a general leading thousands of horses and horses. A "wild charge" knocked down an ogre warrior closest to the forest, and then a dozen large carnivorous beasts swarmed up, killing them in an instant. This strong ogre man weighing more than ten tons was torn to pieces.

"What are you doing in a daze, let's fight~~~! Stupid boys!"

The old ogre standing behind the crowd—the forest priest Haman, his old but loud voice resounded through the night sky, and the sad and majestic shaman battle song came out of his mouth, but his ugly voice was strangely exciting.

The loud roar is accompanied by the ancient melody, young ogre warriors, ogre looters, ogre bloodthirsty priests...

Blessed by this ancient battle song, their muscles swelled violently, their eyes turned bright red with bloodshot, and the accelerated blood flow brought them stronger strength and more bloodthirsty and crazy ferocity.

"Hula~~~!"

The rampage of the beasts and the tragic death of their compatriots did not frighten them. Instead, the bloody scene aroused the violent and bloodthirsty nature of the deepest blood of this group of ogres, accompanied by bursts of hoarse shouts and battle roars.

"Hula!!!"

Each ogre warrior was more like a beast than a beast, and rushed towards the herd of beasts with incomparable savagery, immediately setting off a bloody storm among the herd of beasts.

Although there were not many decent weapons and equipment, the huge wooden sticks in the hands of these blue fat men would smash one or two beasts into meat paste or sweep them into the sky with every sweep and vertical swing.

Food, after all, will only be food, no matter how many of them there are, there will be no qualitative change.

The creature standing at the top of the food chain, the Black Iron Ogre is repeatedly proving this point with countless blood.

……

Seeing the army of beasts he summoned received a devastating blow in an instant, the face of the beautiful woman in bright red became more and more ugly.

She cracked the whip in her hand, and screamed loudly with her bright red lips——

"Wolf King, Dog King, Eagle King... what are you bastards doing, give me all of them soon!"