Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

With the end of the war and the destruction of the Frost Giant tribe, the army of the Burning Ember Kingdom quickly cleaned up the messy battlefield, plundered the loot at will, and transported the Frost Giant slaves back to Northwind Castle.

The players, on the other hand, touched the corpses unscrupulously on the smoke-filled battlefield and took great pleasure in touching them.

"What a good thing! The frost giant's eyeballs are mine!"

"Can you make giant elixir with this finger?"

"What a big bone stick. How much soup can it make?"

"You guys think, is the giant's medicine some kind of tonic? I have to cut two of them back. Hehe, maybe we can use them in future version updates. Damn, one of them is so heavy. Come and help me. Carrying it together, I don’t have enough strength to pick it up.”

"You are so disgusting, stay away from me with that thing!"

"Don't worry, do you know the goods? There will be many perverts when the server is launched. This thing must not be sold out, even if it is just an exhibition!"

The players were like a group of vultures, not rejecting anyone who came, scanning the ruined battlefield. Even the ogres who had always had the habit of eating their own kind were frightened by the sight.

The ogre known as "Big Head" looked at the hungry players and sneered.

"Huh, what a bunch of savages."

"When our civilized ogres eat our elders, they are not picky when it comes to cleaning them up."

Big Tou easily tore off a piece of meat from the frost giant's arm. He looked around and saw that no one noticed him, then he safely stuffed the piece of meat into his mouth and chewed it with satisfaction.

"Big Head, you are eating humanoid creatures again!"

A familiar voice sounded in Big Tou's ears.

He was so frightened that all the meat in his mouth dropped to the ground, and he looked around tremblingly, but did not find Trump's tall figure.

Just as he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a magic force field in the shape of a wooden stick appeared above his head.

"Ouch!"

"Boss is really confusing me more and more."

The big headache was so painful that he threw away the piece of meat he had just picked up and touched the bulge on his head in frustration.

In the tent in the center of the position, Trump felt the spell being triggered, and a happy smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Hmph, this is what happens to guys who don't listen to discipline."

This is a second-ring spell created by Rumple [Lump's Ogre Discipline Technique]. After recognizing that his ogres have violated the established regulations, an alarm will be sent to Rumple and a magic stick will be automatically created. Knock the reckless ogre unconscious hard.

Trump was very proud of this. He firmly believed that sooner or later, he would cultivate the ogres into an intelligent and civilized race. By then, the ogres would become a symbol of wisdom and power on this continent and become the most powerful race after the red dragon. The perfect race.

"Ouch!"

The wailing sound of Big Head sounded again.

Trump's expression darkened and his arms trembled slightly.

"Ouch! Why are you still here!"

The familiar voice sounded again.

Trump's face has been covered with a thick layer of haze, and his ugly face is so dark that it can drip water.

The ogre magician picked up the club on the ground, the veins on his arms popped out, and he rushed out of the tent in a menacing manner.

"Big head! Do you want to die?"

Mantou and Singo landed on the ground and led the flying dragon to search for loot on the ground. They also touched some frost giant eyeballs and fingers as materials. As for the extremely large, crude and crude weapons and armor, they Not interested at all.

Steamed Bun complained: "I feel like these frost giants have all fallen before we even exerted our strength. Just look at the battle cg of the camp boss."

Singo asked: "So how many frost giants have you killed?"

Steamed Bun touched his nose awkwardly: "Didn't I successfully contain a frost giant?"

"vegetable."

Singo commented expressionlessly before continuing: "The official did not do a good job of balancing this time. The challenge difficulty of the main line was set too high, leaving players with no sense of participation. Only a high-end professional player like me can Kill one or two frost giants and get some negligible results."

Mantou was already used to this man's blatant pretense, so he ignored the topic and turned around to ask: "What should I do next? In the last ten days of retirement, I have already gained a lot of experience, so I'm just waiting After opening the server and removing the level restrictions, upgrade.”

Singo was about to answer when someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

"Singo!"

He turned his head and saw only a shiny bald head - it was the man born to fight.

The veteran barbarian player was covered in the blood of the frost giant, with a string of frost giant fingers hanging around his neck, and was smiling happily.

"Let me tell you, I had a really good fight just now. I used the Giant Transformation and Acceleration spells and rushed up. I jumped up from behind, wrapped my arms around the frost giant and started to strangle naked -"

Just as he was talking enthusiastically, the naturally war-mad man also made a gesture with great interest.

"With a click, the frost giant was strangled to death by me. It was such an enjoyable battle!"

"Moreover, the frost giant tried to attack me from behind, but I turned around and struck him."

As Steamed Bun listened to Tian Sheng's excited description of the battle, he couldn't help but shed a sweat of embarrassment when he thought of his own experience of being stoned and chased all over the place by a frost giant.

Sure enough, people's joys and sorrows are not the same.

"You are here!"

There was another clear female voice, it was the autumn rain on a summer night.

However, she didn't pick up any weird things like frost giant eyeballs or frost giant fingers. She just recorded a few eternal frost runes and tried to see if they could be triggered in the future.

"My harvest this time is pretty good. Fire is very effective against frost giants."

Xia Ye Qiuyu's body was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and the red scales on her face were faintly visible. It was obvious that she had just used dragon blood to cast spells. It was said that she had joined a certain flame caster player group "Five Fireball God Cult". Everyone is a fan of fireballs, and they are just waiting to blast fireballs like crazy after the server is launched.

Tiansheng Zhan Kuang touched his bald head angrily: "Qiu Yu's gameplay has become more and more violent recently. I was fighting with the frost giant there. She sprayed a fire spell and almost burned me to pieces. ”

Xia Ye Qiu Yu defended with a red face: "This, isn't this not burned to death?"

The professional squad once nicknamed the "Black Slave Four" are back together again.

Mantou was the first to suggest: "Everyone, we are at the end of the closed beta anyway, and the server will be shut down in just a few days. We are all here too, so why don't we form a team to explore the Khalkha Mountains? Let's see Let’s see if we can get lucky and pick up a magic weapon or something.”

Singo rubbed his chin, thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

The born-to-war maniac wiped his bald head, which was already covered with swelling, and said with a smile: "I don't have any problem either."