Emperor of Arcane

The drow warriors watched helplessly as their companions were slapped to death.

It's easier than crushing a firefly.

Such a terrifying scene made them wake up instantly.

Absolutely no one can come forward!

These guys who were afraid of death were retreating crazily at a faster speed than when they came.

Holding his shield to deflect the flying crossbow arrows, Jifan put the dagger back into its scabbard. Looking at the drow warriors fleeing away, Jifan couldn't help but sneer:

"The drow are nothing more than that."

Jifan has no intention of taking the initiative. The longer they delay, the better the situation will be.

However, the flight of the drow soldiers caused dissatisfaction among the drow commanders.

She looked at the reformed warrior at the entrance of the cave and gave the order without hesitation:

"Temporarily deprive these idiots of their identities and let them attack with the ogre slaves."

"If we can't get rid of these humans this time, then they will live with the slaves!"

Upon hearing this harsh order, the remaining 30 or so drow warriors immediately became anxious.

But when he thought of the terrifying power of that group of human warriors, he still chose to wait obediently.

Their cowardice naturally caused the other drow warriors to burst into laughter.

Many drow elves looked at them maliciously.

They are all thinking about which part of the equipment they should collect after they become slaves.

There is only naked competition between all drow elves, including their relatives.

Not even the icing on the cake, they are all good at adding insult to injury!

Click! Click! Click!

The rusty machinery groaned.

Several huge prison trucks were pushed out, and in the steel cages, forty or fifty terrifying ogre warriors were huddled together and sleeping soundly.

Each ogre is wearing heavy steel armor and has a big belly, but it is actually all muscle.

The guarding drow greeted them with a whip, causing sparks to fly from their armor.

After they opened their eyes in a daze, they sneered and shouted:

"Rush over and you'll have enough to eat."

As he spoke, the drow guardian also threw out a few pieces of hairy dried meat.

The ogre, who was still in a daze just now, immediately woke up, smelled the food, and squeezed over.

Before they could fight for it, two thick arms stretched out and pushed them away in a few seconds.

Three to four hundred kilograms of ogre warriors were thrown away like rags and hit the steel cage with a "clang" sound.

The ogre warrior who was thrown away acted as if nothing was wrong. He shook his head easily and got up again, looking at the largest ogre with respect and fear.

The largest ogre walked over leisurely and grabbed all the hairy meat in his hand.

A pair of pitch black rotten teeth, chewing on them.

The size of this ogre is several times larger than other ogres, like a mountain of meat.

His muscle lines are solid and obvious, and he does not have a round belly like other ogres.

His stomach was empty and deflated, as if he had been starved.

What was even more striking was that a red sarcoma was swollen at the junction between the ogre's left shoulder and neck.

As he breathed, it swelled.

He is clearly an ogre warrior who is about to change his life form.

Once that sarcoma breaks open, a new head will grow.

Then the ogre warrior, who already has strong melee combat capabilities, can be promoted to a two-headed ogre with outstanding strength.

Every two-headed ogre has at least extraordinary peak strength!

And there is a considerable possibility to be promoted to a legend!

His big red eyes revealed calmness and a hint of cunning, and he didn't really care about the drow's orders.

Because he knew that it was time for the drow to make them ogres work hard again!

If you don't eat more at this time, when will you wait?

Regarding the ogre's calmness, the drow caretaker thought about the dozens of unlucky drow warriors, threw out a large bag of dried meat, and threatened unceremoniously:

"Give you one minute!"

The ogre warrior Morak glanced at him, took all the food thrown in his hand, and very stingily threw a few pieces to other ogres.

The other ogres dared not speak out when they were angry, but they did not hesitate to attack each other.

Many ogres with weak fighting ability were beaten with bruises and swollen faces.

Before the battle even started, they were already fighting among themselves, making the drow around them feel helpless.

Soon, these ogre warriors wearing shackles staggered towards the transformation warriors.

Facing these huge ogres, Jifan didn't have any fear.

In their daily training, they often fight against trolls and ogres.

Although the well-fed ogres in the Gulf Territory are not as strong in combat experience and will as these ogres, their physical strength is even better.

Even so, the Transformed Warriors can easily suppress them!

In the words of the Lord:

"You must have confidence in yourselves. Enemies whose combined talents and abilities are worth no more than one million gold coins are definitely no match for you!"

The accumulation of confidence time and time again makes every transformation warrior full of confidence.

Looking at the swarming enemies, Jifan could even think:

"Perhaps, after this battle is over, we can capture more drow elves and serve as training partners for new recruits."

"Roar……!"

The ogre warrior rushed forward, holding a pitch-black wooden stick high, and swung it down hard at the shield held high by the transformation warrior.

Bang!

The collision was huge, but the ones who retreated were the larger ogre warriors.

The spinning spear caught them at the moment they retreated, and thrust forward quickly.

The gun head made of fine gold showed terrifying destructive power.

He tore apart the ogres' tattered armor and plunged into their bodies.

Right in the heart!

The heart was instantly pierced, and even the physically strong ogre warrior could not survive and fell down helplessly.

Such strong fighting power shocked the ogres behind, and their charging pace immediately slowed down.

The jumping drow warrior took the opportunity to touch it.

They were ready to seize the opportunity of having more people than others, and use the space where the ogre corpses were piled up to rush behind the reformed warriors.

call!

A gust of howling wind hit, and the drow warriors jumping in the air were blown backwards like fallen leaves, and fell to the ground again in embarrassment.

Four tall transformation warriors rushed over in neat steps, shouting:

"Bay collar, charge!"

Jifan was overjoyed, he put his shield forward, stepped forward, thrust his spear into the chest of another ogre warrior, and roared:

"Bay collar, charge!"