36 035 Another Ogre_1
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In the following ti, Sofia began to constantly optimize the use of the Great Fireball Skill.
She first shortened and simplified the spell’s incantation and stabilized the elental structure of the fireball.
This increased the utilization of magic power, making the fireball condense faster and beco larger.
She was a true magic genius, easily accomplishing what countless people struggled to achieve in their lifetis.
Because she spent a lot of ti on the Great Fireball Skill, the prepared food had gone cold. Sofia didn’t like at to begin with, and she liked it even less when it was cold.
So Little Fatty started to roast a new piece of Serpent Lizard at he had taken out. Before he and Sofia sneaked out, he had packed his bag full of supplies.
Sofia used magic to create ice cubes inside the bag for insulation, preventing the at from rotting in a short period of ti.
Sofia ate the roast with a disgusted expression, as the food was too greasy for her taste.
If it weren’t for Otto telling her that a balanced diet of at and vegetables would help her body heal faster, she wouldn’t have wanted to eat it at all.
She wanted to grow up quickly so she could be more helpful.
ga Fatty was carefully tying the broken Fire Stick back together with a vine.
As promised, Sofia did teach him how to use the Great Fireball Skill, but with his intelligence, it would take so ti for him to understand it fully.
Before that, he wanted to fix his beloved wand.
Suddenly, there was a not-so-small commotion nearby, making the ground tremble slightly.
The two Ogres imdiately stood in front of Sofia, protecting her behind them.
They were alert, observing the surroundings. The days coexisting with the Lizardn had taught them many necessary survival skills in Nolan Forest.
Soone, or rather, a monster was coming.
Soon, five plump Ogres clumsily appeared before them, each smaller than Little Fatty.
All the creatures in the area had been captured by the Thorn Legion. These Ogres had been lured by the sll of the roasting at, as they hadn’t eaten in a long ti.
When a group of Ogres saw others of their kind who were fewer in number, a simple idea would co to mind.
That was to swallow them up and take their treasures.
Very quickly, the five Ogres found sothing more exciting than their own kind.
It was a deliciously roasted piece of at, and a Half-Elf snack they loved the most.
That’s mine!
This thought appeared in the minds of the five Ogres almost simultaneously.
“Roar!”
The five Ogres roared and charged towards Sofia, for the taste of a Half-Elf was always the greatest temptation for them, no matter when.
Sofia looked disgustedly at these ugly fools. Just as she was about to blast them to ashes with a Great Fireball Skill,
Little Fatty, however, took the initiative to charge out with his weapon.
“Ugh… This idiot!”
Sofia found these two Ogres quite easy to handle, so she stopped casting her spell to prevent the huge fireball from accidentally hitting Little Fatty.
Little Fatty had already shown obvious hostility, and the Ogres on the opposite side didn’t hesitate to throw their crude wooden spears at him.
Ogres were very strong, and in the face of the several spears that pierced the air, Little Fatty demonstrated agility that didn’t match his obese figure.He supported himself with his hand, his body pressed close to the ground, and after dodging a javelin, he rolled over to avoid the remaining javelins.
Is this really an ogre?
The five ogres on the other side showed surprise. Before they could react, Little Fatty had closed in on them.
The hamrhead he held in his hand was a hard skull of a six-headed serpent lizard and was tied to a tree trunk with thick, withered vines.
Compared with the stone hand axes and rough wooden sticks in the hands of the ogres on the other side, it was an absolute top-notch weapon.
The hard serpent lizard skull hamr swung by Little Fatty’s stout arm made an astonishing whistling sound, and eventually smashed heavily into the head of an ogre.
Obviously, the latter’s skull wasn’t as hard as a six-headed serpent lizard’s.
After emitting a heavy sound, the poor ogre fell to the ground, seeing stars and unconscious.
An ogre swung his thick wooden stick towards Little Fatty’s shoulder, but Little Fatty easily dodged the attack, by tilting his body and slightly squatting.
Imdiately after, Little Fatty’s heavy fist smashed into the ogre’s stomach, hitting him directly in the belly, with incredible force.
With just one punch, the ogre dropped his wooden stick, bent over, and kneeled on the ground like a cooked shrimp, spitting out sour liquid.
Little Fatty’s fearlessness didn’t only awe the other attacking ogres but also slightly surprised Sofia.
“Does this idiot always fight so well?”
In her mory, this utility ogre usually worked with lizardn on various tasks and occasionally made exquisite little gadgets to please her.
So, in Sofia’s view, Little Fatty’s dexterity in hands and feet ca from doing various chores.
She rembered Little Fatty trembling under her fireball, which didn’t seem powerful at all.
ga Fatty stood in front of Sofia, with no intention of helping. In his opinion, it was easy for Little Fatty to deal with this group of ogres who were hungry for so long and only knew how to fight by instinct.
The fight continued. Little Fatty, who had taken out two ogres almost instantly, didn’t stop. He gripped the hamr with both hands and smashed it towards a sowhat stunned ogre.
Seeing the serpent lizard skull getting closer and closer to his head, the ogre finally reacted, hurriedly raising his wooden stick to block his head.
As a result, the stick was smashed in half, and the bone hamr slapped directly on his face.
This poor fellow had his nose broken, and blood was flowing everywhere. Now he was on the ground covering his swollen face and writhing in pain.
There were only two ogres left to attack. They looked at each other and decisively dropped their weapons, choosing to kneel down and beg for rcy.
Ogres were never creatures with much loyalty when facing enemies stronger than them. It’s normal to choose to surrender.
ga and Little Fatty did the sa when they faced Otto in the past.
When the enemy was also an ogre, there was no psychological pressure to choose to submit.
Little Fatty carried the bone hamr on his shoulder, and he grinned at Sofia, as if he was asking for praise.
Sofia looked at the five ogres, nodding in satisfaction. Her plan was to head to the battlefield where the two dragons were fighting and help Otto. It seed like having so extra help wouldn’t be bad.
“ga Fatty!”
Sofia beckoned the ogre in front of her, and he obediently moved his head closer.
After listening to Sofia for a while, ga Fatty finally understood her intentions, and went in front of the five attacking ogres, seemingly sowhat understanding them.
The five ogres huddled together. The unconscious one was brutally awakened by a few heavy slaps.
Although the pain was unbearable for the three injured poor creatures, they didn’t dare scream loudly. They just obediently sat with their companions.
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