Chapter Nineteen: Taking Action Personally.
"Little sprites, don't you have any Silver-level sprites anymore?"
"Why are all my opponents weak and pathetic like you?"
"Boring, boring, so incredibly boring."
Next door, Pati, the ogre chieftain, was leading a dozen or so ogres on a wild run.
Actually, there were more ogres than just that, but Patti had dispersed the rest of the ogres.
Leading all his people in an attack was indeed a magnificent and unstoppable force. But even so, there were too many monks and not enough porridge; there simply weren't enough to go around.
Elven warriors also attacked from nearby, but they were unable to stop them at all.
Black Magic [Wild Roar] Patty roars, unleashing an invisible storm with a foul stench.
The nearby rainwater was agitated and scattered in all directions.
The elven warrior, who had originally intended to engage in ranged combat, was struck by the shockwave, becoming dizzy and bleeding from all seven orifices. He accidentally fell from the tree and crashed to the ground.
"Hehehe, little cuties, you're doomed."
Numerous ogres, grinning maliciously, pounced and seized the elves.
"Evil, let me go."
"Ouch, that hurts."
"I will never give in."
...
"Crunch, crunch," the cannibal was extremely ferocious, tearing at its prey roughly after catching it.
Patty also caught a Pokémon and devoured it bite by bite, just like eating a sausage.
Although the elf was very strong, it still couldn't help but scream in agony when it was being torn apart like that.
Pati continued walking; they were getting closer and closer to the Ark of Hope.
"The warriors have fallen, but we ordinary elves are still here. Monsters, you will not advance."
In the moment of crisis, the elderly, the infirm, the disabled, and the shipwright elves who had been staying at the rear ran out and stood in front of the ogres.
Elves are mostly born extraordinary beings. They possess combat abilities that are far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Especially archery, which these forest elves are born with and don't need to learn at all.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh," without the slightest hesitation, they raised their bows and attacked with all their might, firing one wooden arrow after another.
"Hahaha, are you tickling me?" Patty didn't even flinch; he took it head-on.
The wooden arrow snapped with a "crack" as it struck him and fell to the ground.
His flesh and skin only developed minor pits, with a negligible amount of blood seeping out.
The other ogres, while not as strong defensively, were not fatally wounded either.
At most, they had wooden arrows stuck in their bodies, like hedgehogs.
Patti accelerated and charged forward, crashing into them like an oxcart.
"Crackling and popping," the elves in front didn't even have time to dodge and were knocked over.
Some unlucky ones were even killed in the accident.
“Control yourselves. These weaklings can be kept as seed. We're not here to exterminate the tribe; we're here to destroy the ships and eliminate the rebels,” Pati reminded his people without turning his head. Of course, he was also reminding himself.
"Ah, what a pity. The elves taste wonderful, I really wish I could eat my fill in one go," one of the ogres said with a pitiful expression.
"Slap!" The ogre next to him slapped him: "This is all the Great True Dragon's reserve food. It's fine if we steal a little, but if you dare to eat freely, the Great True Dragon will definitely devour you and eat us guys as well."
...
Inside the Ship of Hope.
Linman looked out the window at the jungle. Although it was dark and raining heavily, she could still see the ogres and their tribe in defeat. She clenched her fists: "I didn't expect the enemy to have reached this close."
"Crack, crack, crack," Loya, who was standing next to him, stopped and shook his neck, which produced a series of cracking sounds.
"There's no time to continue engraving the inscriptions."
"Then, let's begin the killing."
Loya flashed a fanatical smile.
“Yes.” Linman nodded. She was actually very sad. The current situation made her realize that this struggle seemed to be going to fail.
However, even if she was about to fail, she was not prepared to surrender; she was determined to die in battle.
Like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, Loya jumped off the boat through the window with a graceful movement.
With a "bang," its heavy body crashed to the ground, creating a crater.
Innate Bloodline Skill: Crimson Lotus Hell.
The method may be old-fashioned, but it works very well.
As the enormous fire lotus bloomed, the entire world was illuminated by the flames. The rainwater was also boiled, turning into thick steam.
"Haha, my god, there's actually a master here." Patty turned his head and looked over. Loya's current power was very strong, making him feel a strong "threat".
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