Chapter 31 It’s so sad, there are only four days of vacation left! * I…
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We followed the shouting sound and walked towards that direction. The lush vegetation and vines were tangled together, forming a natural barrier.
At this moment, they were torn apart artificially in a rough manner, as if something had walked out from here.
If I'm not mistaken, this is the path the two-headed ogre took when he came.
The sound of magic explosions came from not far away. I quickened my pace, crossed these obstacles and arrived at an open space.
Those players are indeed fighting here.
Opposite them was a two-meter-tall two-headed ogre, still a cub. There were dark yellow spots on the surface of its skin, which would turn into hard and rough skin when it grew up.
[Melancholy Big Belly] shouted at the top of his lungs: "Where's the MT! MT hold on, magician, deal some damage! Swordsman, prepare for the whirlwind slash!?"
The warrior with a thick shield on his back stood in the front and raised his shield to cast [Taunt]. The small two-headed ogre immediately rushed towards him. The magician waved his wand and muttered something.
"Greasy Technique!"
The ground became slippery, and the little two-headed ogre stepped on it and fell heavily to the ground. The swordsman attacked the opponent with a [Whirlwind Slash], and the magic wrapped around the sword tip, but the dazzling light did not break the opponent's thick skin.
The little two-headed ogre reached out and grabbed his sword, then threw it out fiercely. Since it couldn't stand up, it simply rolled towards the players. Its body was like a huge rock, and the warrior tried to block the attack, but was knocked away.
Although they tried their best to achieve results, from a professional perspective, both the coordination and the execution time were terrible, and it was all thanks to the player named "Melancholy Big Belly" who held them up.
I have to say that watching players fight is a real torture. They cannot judge the enemy's next move by the enemy's micro-movements, and can only rely on repeated attempts to come up with a fixed pattern. It seems very immature in the eyes of both me and the knights.
Andy held the sword and asked in a low voice: "Sir, what should we do next?"
"Don't worry, it's not your turn yet."
I looked deeper into the forest and heard a huge roar. It was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and everything was silent.
The two-headed ogres that were fighting showed a look of joy. One of their heads howled twice. Sean's face changed and he looked in that direction warily.
Like him, I understood the meaning of this animal language.
【dad! 】
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The ground shook with the heavy footsteps.
Its breathing sounded like a whistle tearing through the air.
The terrifying shadow was approaching, like a blaze rising from the depths of hell. Two heads hung down, and four eyes stared at us coldly.
Turbid, cold, and full of murderous intent.
“Hoo…Hoo…”
The panting sound gradually approached, and finally revealed a huge outline. Judging from the height alone, this two-headed ogre has completely exceeded the upper limit of the race, reaching an astonishing 4 meters. In one hand, he was pulling a heavy chain, and the other end was connected to a huge iron ball that was half a person's height. It was covered with sharp spikes and stained with blood.
Even the young dragon seemed a little small in front of him, and the latter was obviously unhappy about this. He bared his teeth at him threateningly.
The two-headed ogre stared at us, and one of the heads spoke up: "Humans and dragons?"
"You can actually speak!?"
The two knights opened their eyes wide in surprise. I understand their surprise. The intelligence of the two-headed ogres is extremely low, and they are just savage beasts that act according to instinct.
The two-headed ogre laughed, his voice full of mockery: "Why, are you confused? This is just the beginning. With the return of my Lord, this world will eventually return to the rule of the Beast God, and humans will only be our food."
Those eyes were like the sulfur of hell, burning with greedy appetite, coveting the delicious flesh and blood.
Anka sighed, his eyes revealing undisguised resistance and hostility. In the eyes of the two-headed ogre, humans are the best food. In the eyes of humans, they are mortal enemies who must be eliminated. The two sides cannot coexist.
"You are here for the group of humans inside, right? Unfortunately, both you and them will become our tribe's food tonight. Be thankful, humans, that you have the honor of being sacrificed!"
It swung the chain in its hand as if it were a child's toy. The huge iron ball hit us. The knight pulled me back quickly to avoid the attack.
"Bang--!!"
A deep hole was smashed into the ground, and clouds of dust rose up and hit me in the face, choking and smelling bad.
The instigator grinned at us and swung the chain again. The whistling wind passed by our ears, hurting our eardrums.
One player failed to dodge and was hit hard by the ball. He flew backwards like a kite with its string cut, and crashed directly into a tree.
A tree as thick as a wrist fell down, and the player turned into a white light and flew to an unknown resurrection point.
Melancholy Big Belly's expression suddenly changed. He looked at the two-headed ogre cautiously and shouted, "This guy has an instant death sentence! Get out of the way and don't get hit by him!"
The players immediately scattered, in stark contrast to before. Melancholy Big Belly rushed to us, nodding and bowing like a servile person.
"Sir, this monster is too powerful. We can't defeat it. Do you think you two can help?"
Otherwise, how can we say that players are talented and flexible? Once they encounter something they can't beat, they immediately kneel down.
I looked at him speechlessly and nodded to Anka. The latter's eyes darkened, he drew out his long sword and stepped forward to face the burly two-headed ogre.
Compared to the other party, he looked short and thin. The two-headed ogre laughed unbridledly: "Hahaha! A dwarf like you wants to fight me? I'll use you as an appetizer tonight!"
Anka held his sword horizontally and replied expressionlessly: "Then I will take you back tonight and use your teeth as decoration on my shield."
The two sides looked at each other, and the desire to fight ignited in their eyes. The ogre swung his weapon again. The iron ball broke through the air with a shrill sound and headed straight for Anka.
When I was bored, I once looked through the information of these two knights in the church.
Andy and Anka were born into commoner families, which was actually very rare in the Glorious Church.
Training a knight requires a lot of financial resources, and commoners can rarely support, especially support two children to become knights at the same time.
This shows that their families must love them very much. As I expected, Andy and Anka's parents love their children very much and their family is very harmonious.
If this were a Western novel, up to this point, the two brothers would have returned to their hometown many years later and found that their parents were dead.
After killing his enemy, he embarked on a sad, painful and confused road until he met the heroine and was redeemed by her. Only then did he find spiritual comfort and he has been silently guarding her ever since.
Sadly, I guess Gabriel wrote the script for the brothers.
In short, their parents are now healthy, their family is harmonious, and they have a lovely little sister. The two brothers go back to visit their family every week. It is really a perfect family that cannot be more perfect.
Perhaps because of this reason, Andy and Ka developed extremely sunny and cheerful personalities. As the older brother, Andy is better at strength, while Anka, as the younger brother, is more powerful and fast.
He was like a light feather, brushing past the enemy's weapon, dancing on the edge of danger every time. The two-headed ogre became visibly anxious, roaring and trying to tear him apart, but Anka played with him in his hands.
I squinted at the warrior player, hoping that he knew where he was inferior to a real knight. It would be best to learn to train well when he returns, and not blindly attract monsters with skills.
When the hunk saw this scene, his eyes lit up and he took pictures desperately, saying from time to time, "Wow, that's awesome!", "When I can change my job, I'll change to a knight!", "Oh my god, look at it, knights are really the romance of men!"
The corners of my mouth twitched. It's not that knights are the romance of men, but that excellent knights are the romance of men, idiot!
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The two-headed ogre was annoyed, and he spun violently, his huge hammer forming a whirlpool, smashing everything around him.
There was a sudden rush of flying wood and broken branches, and we had to retreat. When the violent storm stopped, everything around us was reduced to ruins.
It laughed wildly: "There's nothing you can do now! Under my attack, everything will be turned into meat paste!"
I'm tired of hearing this kind of low-level dialogue. The two-headed ogre stared at us. It seemed to be expecting a plea for mercy. I yawned in boredom. The dragon stared at the sky in a daze. Andy stayed by my side. No one cared about it.
The two-headed ogre's expression suddenly twisted: "Aren't you afraid?!"
I gave him a pitying look and said, "Look at the top of your head, you idiot."
It was stunned for a moment, then raised its head. Tall people don't really pay attention to the top of their heads, they are used to looking down on others. Therefore, the shadow behind it seemed so small and deadly.
He was like a free bird, the heavy armor seemed weightless on him, his cold eyes stared at the enemy, patient, cunning and calm.
There are many kinds of knights in the Church of Light. Most people choose to follow the gods of faith and become orthodox guardian knights, possessing both strength and healing abilities.
But Anka was different, he chose to become a wind knight.
This type of knight has the fastest speed and can even stay in the air for a short time. Compared with his peers, he chooses to win by speed.
Cunningly teasing the opponent until he is exhausted before killing him, this is Ankh's combat aesthetics.
When he was in the Knight Academy, he was called Anka the Viper, unlike his older brother who followed the orthodox style. This may not be a very good nickname, but it is enough to prove Anka's style.
The sword pierced the skin and penetrated into the flesh, easily cutting off the opponent's head.
Anka did not hesitate. He drew his sword and cut off the other head, then pierced the monster's heart. The series of actions seemed complicated, but in fact they were completed in a few seconds, leaving the two-headed ogre no time to react.
After doing all this, he fell to the ground. The sword tip dropped a stream of bright red blood. The huge and slow body fell heavily behind me. Anka looked at me with a bright look, and said with a hint of seeking credit: "Sir, this has been resolved."
The little ogre stared at him blankly, the fear in his eyes as real as day. It looked like he couldn't imagine his father dying.
So I say don't get into conflict with the Glorious Church. Why don't these people understand this?
I sighed and motioned to Andy to take the head. Andy responded and drew his sword to kill the small two-headed ogre. Anka rushed over with a smile and hung on his shoulder. It was a rare rude look.
I saw it all and thought that the brothers had a great relationship. "It looks like this place is not far from the camp. Let's just get rid of them and rescue those knights."
"clear."
"Wait wait, just us?"
Melancholy Big Belly opened his eyes wide, pointed at himself and then at the two knights, his eyes full of doubt: "We are going to fight the two-headed ogre...really? Even if the two knights are very good at fighting, it is impossible for them to flatten the entire camp! Why don't we take a long-term view and go back to mobilize more people first--"
"Since the Holy Son is here, there is no need for those unnecessary things."
Andy and Anka answered him as if it was a matter of course, their voices were firm and without a trace of doubt. The players looked at each other, obviously full of doubt.
Do I look unreliable? I asked Long out of the corner of my eye. He rolled his eyes and hinted at me with his eyes: "Don't you know whether you are reliable or not?"
"......"
I walked in. Sure enough, it was my mistake to ask it.
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The strong stench and smell of blood hit my nose, almost paralyzing my senses.
The camp of the two-headed ogres was very simple, with a wooden fence around it. The fence was made by inserting rough cut logs into the ground. Through the fence, one could vaguely hear the two-headed ogres talking and roaring.
Andy squatted beside me, staring at the fences without blinking: "It seems that there are quite a few fish that have escaped the net. Should we conduct a surprise attack?"
I glanced at those players sideways, and a hint of danger flashed in my eyes.
I didn't ask them to come here just to get a free reward. If they don't make any achievements, I will have a hard time explaining myself.
Melancholy Big Belly sensed the danger and shuddered. He kicked the player next to him on the butt and shouted with a straight face: "Did I call you here to watch the show? Stop living like a young master and get to work!"
The rest of the people came back to their senses and quickly responded to prepare for the raid. They learned from Anka that although they were not strong enough, the players had many ways to win.
One by one, they took out scrolls or asked the magician to cast the lightness spell on them and flew into the air.
Before the enemy noticed them, they rushed in and threw in all kinds of skills, which were dazzling for a while. Some were unlucky and didn't grasp the distance well and were caught, which was another story.
The angry two-headed ogres would not let him go easily, and the process was very boring. And there was no sympathy among these players. When they saw one person die, the others would laugh at each other.
I have to say, from a certain perspective, I envy their good mentality. If everyone could face death as calmly as they do, how much workload would it reduce for me?
I looked at the two knights, they reacted immediately, rushed into the fence, and cooperated with the players to kill all around. Those monsters were no match for them at all, and fell in a pool of blood one by one.
There was a bonfire in the camp, and it looked like they were preparing to have a meal. The water in the pot was bubbling, and a bunch of knights were tied up on the ground next to it.
All their armor had been stripped off, and their mouths were stuffed with smelly cloth. Seeing the people rushing in, they looked extremely excited, mumbling as if they were trying to say something.
I walked over and removed the gag from one of them. He coughed, not even taking a breath, and quickly shouted, "Sir, the Holy Son!"
“Run!”
There was a sudden flash of white light, as bright as a comet streaking across the sky.
I turned around subconsciously. Melancholy Big Belly was the last one to fall. He opened his mouth in horror, and his body turned into white light and headed for the nearest resurrection point.
It was like someone suddenly pressed the button to switch the music, and everything stopped so suddenly that it caught people off guard?
Then, bright red liquid splashed, dyeing the vision red.
Turning his head, he first saw several broken bodies. Humans were like rags that had been cut at random, scattered in the air.
The broken flesh hurt my eyes. Anka opened his eyes wide and shouted before me. His expression was full of panic and fear.
"elder brother--!!"
With a click.
Andy's shattered body fell to the ground.
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