[Third Person POV],
After the battle, Andrew Dawn turned to look at his surroundings carefully and saw the ss he had made.
For one thing, it was really ssy and although Andrew Dawn wanted the at the earth bulls had to offer, he was in no mood to start the process of harvesting their at himself.
What he did instead was head to the earth bulls that still had their body almost complete and not completely damaged and placed them in his storage ring.
For the other bodies he could not harvest, he gathered them together in one spot and used his newly advanced fire elent to burn them to ashes.
The sight was not surprising to Andrew Dawn since he was already aware of how potent his flas were.
After this was done, Andrew Dawn looked at his surroundings again and after making sure everything seed normal, he took to the skies again to continue what he was doing before the encounter with the earth bulls which was the search for the ogres.
Although he will very much want to just return to the settlent and take a beautiful nap with his wife, Andrew Dawn was aware that he still hadn't reached the point in his journey tonight that will show that he tried to look for the ogres.
It was only when he saw that he had indeed tried his minimum best would he return back to the settlent but this did not change his thoughts that what he was currently doing was a chore.
Well, this was his mindset until he actually ca across sothing that made him rethink his previous claims.
Although it took a while before he could see it, after hundreds of ters away from the territory he fought the ogres and away from the location he just battled the earth bulls, Andrew Dawn began to see so signs on the ground beneath him.
Ruins of various battles and destruction started to form a trail the further Andrew Dawn flew.
At first, he took the first few signs as sothing that was caused by intense fighting but after he began to see more signs of destruction as their scale also grew as well, he began to get suspicious of what he was seeing.
It also did not help that from what he was seeing from the sky, the destruction on the ground did not seem to have been caused by just two parties but multiple.
While this puzzled Andrew Dawn, he continued what he was doing and continued to follow the trail of destruction on the ground beneath him.
He only ca to a stop when he saw sothing on the ground made one of his earliest suspicions beco confird.
Slowly descending to the ground without bothering to retract his wings, Andrew Dawn ca closer to a huge green body on the ground.
It was the body of an ogre and Andrew Dawn knew he was not mistaken since the ogre did leave quite an impression on him.
'Seems like the destruction I've been seeing was caused by them after all', Andrew Dawn thought as he observed the body of the dead ogre.
Apart from the fact that its body was really mutilated, the one thing Andrew Dawn could take as a form of a clue of the battle the ogre fought that led to its death was the claw mark that was all around its body.
The ogre's body also lacked a right arm and looking at how bad the cut was, it seed to have been beaten off by sothing.
'At least I can tell the ogre fought sothing much more than itself', Andrew Dawn thought as he turned to observe his surroundings.
"Truly a bunch of savage animals!"
Seeing the damage that had been done to the environnt that he was in, Andrew Dawn could not help but imagine what would have happened to his territory had these brutes had their way.
"I do not know If they'll co back soday but it's better I do sothing about them before it's potentially too late", Andrew Dawn stated softly and after taking one last look at the surroundings, he flapped his wings hard and took to the skies.
He was serious about hunting this race now.
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The more Andrew Dawn followed the trail of destruction the ogres occasionally left, the worse they beca.
It was like this creatures was specially created for destruction.
They were so savage that the bodies Andrew Dawn continued to encounter were only from the ogre race.
Apart from the ssy surroundings, it appeared the ogres prioritised whatever they got in the battle over their fallen comrades seeing as they just left the bodies to rot.
In any case, it didn't take long for Andrew Dawn to finally see what he had been searching for.
"To think I'd end up finding them", Andrew Dawn muttered.
Under the cover of the night sky, Andrew Dawn soared high above, observing the scene that unfolded beneath him.
Deep within the heart of the untad forest, a recently claid enclave erged amidst the dense foliage. The ogre's rough camp sprawled in the darkness, their presence hidden from prying eyes. The air hung heavy with the lingering scent of spilt blood, mingling with the earthy aroma of torn foliage.
As he ventured closer to the camp, slivers of moonlight pierced through the twisted canopy, casting an eerie glow upon the scene. Makeshift huts, constructed from splintered logs and torn branches, stood as symbols of the ogres' dominance. Blood-stained vines slithered around the structures as if nature itself recoiled from the raw violence that unfolded within.
The camp exuded a palpable sense of aggression and brutality, amplified by the absence of daylight. The echoes of fierce roars and guttural snarls reverberated through the night, blending with the sounds of cracking bones and anguished cries. Sinister laughter, sharp and nacing, mingled with the unsettling rustle of leaves and the distant howls of predators, creating a discordant symphony of savagery.
Andrew Dawn was not sure if he heard right but he could have sworn he heard the cries of humans. When he thought of this, he feared for the worse but did not act imdiately and continued his observation of what was in front of him.
The ground beneath him, marred by deep gouges and trampled underbrush, bore the fresh scars of recent battles. Patches of moonlight reflected off the splatters of crimson that marked the soil, a vivid reminder of the violence that perated the camp. Broken weapons and discarded armour lay scattered about, discarded remnants of fallen foes, their glimrs caught in the moon's pale light.
Adornnts of grueso trophies hung from the huts, casting eerie shadows in the darkness. Skulls and severed limbs dangled from crude hooks, their grotesque display intended to intimidate any who dared challenge the ogres' dominion. Symbols of war, crudely carved into tree trunks, spoke of a relentless pursuit of power and a thirst for conquest, their eerie outlines visible under the moon's faint illumination.
Although the sight really irritated the human king, he kept on with his observation of what he figured was the camp of the brute race.
The camp's inhabitants, the green ogres, revealed the brutality that defined their existence. They feasted upon raw at, tearing into fresh kills with sharpened fangs and clawed hands, their faces sared with the blood of their victims.
Thankfully it was monster at they appeared to be eating.
A cacophony of fight cries and war chants filled the night air, punctuated by the rhythmic pounding of fists against chests, a display of unyielding dominance that echoed into the darkness.
In the heart of the camp, a crude arena served as a savage spectacle. A towering green ogre adorned with bone-studded armour, presided over the gladiatorial contests. Battered and bloodied combatants clashed with brutal force, their primal instincts unleashed in a frenzied dance of death.
Nature's beauty twisted into a distorted mockery under the cover of night. Once vibrant flowers, now trampled and crushed, lay wilted and stained with blood. Pools of stagnant water reflected the horrors that unfolded, their still surfaces mirroring the twisted faces of the camp's inhabitants, the moonlight casting haunting silhouettes.
As the moon continued to cast its silver light upon the camp, so ogres revelled in their dark dominion. They gathered around smouldering bonfires, their frenzied movents resembling shadowy ritualistic dances of conquest. It was like a celebration of their unyielding ferocity, a relentless reminder that within their veins flowed the bloodlust of their ancestors, their wild nature fully awakened under the cloak of night.
The ogre rough camp stood as a monunt to the brutality of the wild, where violence reigns supre and the ruthless.
All of these played before Andrew Dawn's eyes and as he stared at the race beneath him with a cold expression on his face, wishing he could just blow these brutes into a cloud of blood, there was sothing holding him back as he turned to stare at a particular ogre in the camp.
Unsurprisingly, it was the ogre king.
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