Different World Online

Chapter 72: The King of Hunting

A night passed, and in the early morning, the weak sunlight shone into the house through the tiny cracks in the wooden house;

Steve sat not far from the ogre and slowly opened his eyes;

After a night of thinking, a bold idea came into his mind;

He wants to...kidnap this ogre!

A meat shield in battle, a mount when you don't want to walk, a gecko tail when in danger, and a large bottle of stamina potion!

And the price is just free food and accommodation!

Think about it, what boss of an electronics factory would not be very happy to see an employee who doesn't need salary, five social insurances and one housing fund, doesn't need holidays, and can fast-actingly screw screws? !

But what needs to be dealt with most right now is Marat's followers;

Based on Steve's understanding of the Church of the God of Hunting, it is impossible for these followers of Mara to give up hunting because it would make the cruel god Mara angry.

Thinking of this, Steve came up with a plan. He casually cut off a branch as thick as an arm from the wooden wall, took out the knife from the adventurer's suit, and started cutting seriously.

At the foot of the hill, a group of Mara believers stayed up all night;

Although the ogres on the mountain were snoring loudly, they did not dare to attack them while they were sleeping.

Although ogres do not have extraordinary senses of smell and hearing, as the lowest-level giants, they have an eight-foot passive perception.

In other words, these guys can instantly sense any creature once it approaches within eight feet of them.

The most important thing is that the ogre has the [Dark Vision] expertise.

In their eyes, darkness is not much different from day.

However, this group of Mala's followers were not idle either. They set up many traps in the surrounding woods with the ogre's village as the center.

The sun slowly rose, and just as everyone was preparing to eat some dry food, a palm-sized piece of wood was thrown out from the ogre's village.

"What the hell!" the perceptive Blood Bite Priest shouted.

Upon seeing this, one of the believers immediately ran towards the direction where the wood fell.

After a while, the believer came back with a panicked look on his face, raised his hands tremblingly, and placed the wood in front of Bloody.

Seeing this, Bloody Bite immediately picked up the wood;

As you can see, this is a rather crude wood carving of a cute and adorable kitten;

After staring at the cat's round head for a long time, Xue Yao noticed a row of small words on the cat's belly.

——The King of Cute Hunting.

In a flash, the whites of the Blood Bite Priest's eyes became bloodshot and turned red; he exerted force with his palms suddenly and crushed the cat wood sculpture into pieces.

"Damned blasphemer! I will tear out his bones and chew them into pieces!

Ah—kill him!”

The hysterical roars echoed through the surrounding forests and also alarmed the ogres on the mountain;

For a while, all kinds of roars were heard;

The completely enraged Bloodbite Priest was not going to wait any longer!

Their great master, the extremely powerful Mengshou... bah... the king of beasts, was actually blasphemed in this way!

If they don't kill the blasphemer immediately, they will be the ones to die.

Roaring, Marat's followers charged up the hill;

At the same time, the awakened ogres also noticed the breakfast delivered to their door.

"Roar!"

Loud roars were heard one after another.

There was no nonsense. Everyone was in the chaotic evil camp, so when they met, they had nothing more to say to each other except the word "fuck".

During the argument, several ogres with clubs broke through the room where Steve was, roaring and rushing towards the strange ogre in the corner;

"Take it!" With a low roar, the leading ogre commander stuffed the big stick in his hand into the hand of the strange ogre.

"Go fight! The Blackhand clan doesn't keep idle people!"

As he spoke, the leading ogre warlord pulled out his whip and hit the strange ogre hard.

A rough scream sounded, and the strange ogre rushed out of the house with his head in his hands, holding a big club and dodging the whip with barbs;

At this time, Mara's followers had already rushed to the entrance of the mountain stronghold. The two sides exchanged long-range fire. For a while, stones and arrows flew all over the sky;

Ogres are one of the races that are heavily muttered about, and their challenge level is 2;

In other words, a team of adventurers with an average level of 2 can kill an ogre;

But this doesn't really mean anything, as many races with low intelligence have low challenge levels because they are very easy to deceive and play.

A farmer who knows ogres well can use his wisdom to drive away an ogre, not to mention a powerful professional.

But once ogres gather together, their challenge level will immediately soar to above level 10;

These hulking hunks have an average strength of around 19, just shy of 20 legendary strength;

To give a simple example, the average muscle strength of an adult male when punching is about 50 kilograms, and the strength attribute of an adult human male is 10 points;

Then the ogre's 19 points of strength is 10 times the 5.15 points of strength, which means that the average muscle strength of an ogre when punching is about 250 kilograms;

This is just the power of a punch, but don't forget that most ogres are born with the [Big Club Weapon Expertise] expertise!

With the whip lashing, the ogre chosen by Steve rushed out of the village gate first, and used a series of unexplained moves on the surrounding Mara believers;

He held his head and stuck out his butt, waving the stick in his hand like a windmill.

Steve, who was hiding in the dark, curled his lips in a strange look.

It was too dark last night, so he didn't see the guy's face clearly, but now he could see it clearly under the sun;

This cowardly ogre is about 12 feet (4 meters) tall, nearly one meter taller than his relatives. With a round belly, his waist circumference is probably over two meters.

Perhaps it was because the way this guy stuck out his big butt was too funny, Steve was stunned for a moment and couldn't laugh.

Just like a very powerful joke, it often takes some time to digest before you can laugh.

The moment we entered the battle, the intensity of the war reached its maximum;

The Mara believers continuously fired various strange magic spells at the ogres, but the ogres were no less powerful. Their thick skin and strong physique allowed them to ignore most magical attacks, and they wielded their clubs to strike fiercely.

On the battlefield in front of the village gate, the Bloodbite Priest held up a divine shield to block the whip attack from the Ogre Warlord in front of him, then turned around and shouted:

"Fros, find that blasphemer and tear it apart!"

"Roar!" He was responded by an angry tiger roar.

The next second, the tiger Frost exerted force on his limbs and jumped towards the wall with one step. His sharp claws popped out and firmly grasped the wall of the wooden fence.

Using his hind legs, the tiger Floss nimbly flipped over the fence;

Seeing this scene, Xueyao felt relieved. Just as he was about to turn around and focus on dealing with the ogre warlord, he heard a sharp tiger roar.

"Roar!" A scream rang out;

What followed was a strange cry of surprise.

"Yohoo! This is a male tiger! It'll make a very nutritious soup!"

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