"Traitor, you bunch of traitors, roar!" The half-ogre was furious, and the giant gnarled wooden club that he had previously regarded as a treasure was hammered to the ground. With most of the tax collected, he has regained his former majesty. Without Gavin's suppression, the ogre's fiery temper is returning. "Open the door or I'll smash it!" He threatened fiercely. Crunch! Crunch! Before the half-ogre could take action, the gate of the goblin's simple camp opened automatically. A tall, hunched figure staggered out. Looking from a distance, you can feel that he is only taller than the half-ogre, with a slender figure, his arms are so long that they almost reach the ground, and there are more than a dozen nails on his hands. Centimeter long, curved in an arc, like a long black dagger. The skin was dark green, and the broad back was covered with black tumors. Troll. The guardian of this goblin tribe is actually a troll. When this troll came out, he still had a goblin stuck in his right hand. As he walked, he brought it to his mouth, making a clicking sound. In just a few mouthfuls, half of the goblin entered his stomach. .
Barbaric, too barbaric. Seeing this scene, the half-ogre couldn't help shouting barbaric in his heart. This was completely the behavior of an uncivilized beast. This goblin tribe is crazy. They actually found a greedy troll as their guardian. With his strong appetite, he will eat them all in just a few days. If one or two tribes do not accept tribute, the problem should not be too big. The half-ogre retreated in his heart. If it were another enemy, even a real ogre, he would have the guts to fight him. But if the opponent were a troll, retreating would be the wisest choice. . Their regeneration ability is well known, and it is difficult to get any benefits from fighting such an enemy. "Who...let you...leave?" The troll spoke slowly, using a guttural giant language. His shoulders were slightly drooped, his shoulders were arched, and he was ready to pounce at any moment. "What do you want to do?" The half-ogre swallowed. "Everything on my body is left behind...it's all mine." The troll's eyes greedily stared at the big bag on the half-ogre's shoulder and the new weapon in his hand. "Don't even think about it." The half-ogre refused without thinking, turned around and ran away. "Kill you... everything will be mine." The troll also rushed forward, obviously faster than the half-ogre. In comparison, the half-ogre was still relatively bulky, especially carrying half a bag of broken things, which slowed down his escape. However, the half-ogre is greedy enough. At this time, he is not willing to throw away the bag. Even if these things are not his in the end, they are his now. After a few leaps, the troll caught up with him and jumped with a claw. With a scoff, the half-ogre's bag was opened with a big hole, and the contents inside were scattered all over the floor. "Seeking death!" the half-ogre roared angrily and drew back. This strike showed the results of Gavin's crazy torture in recent days. It was definitely not just brute force, but also had elements of combat skills, a bit like a back-and-forth attack. With the combined strength of his waist and arms, he swung the giant gnarled wooden stick in a circle, and with the added surprise, he drew it straight. Bang.
The troll behind him was actually kicked by the half-ogre, half of his head was flattened, his right eye popped out, and he was dragged outside. If it were another monster, even if it didn't kill him, it would temporarily lose his fighting ability. The troll acted as if nothing had happened. He shook his head and climbed up. With a swipe of his long finger, he cut off the exposed right eyeball and threw it into his mouth. He chewed it like a snack and swallowed it. Go down. Countless flesh buds are drilling in the eye sockets, and new eyeballs are being reborn. The blow just now greatly enhanced the half-ogre's self-confidence, and he took advantage of the situation without mercy, and smashed down his head and face with the giant gnarled wooden club. The troll obviously didn't expect this, and was stunned. Before he came to his senses, he had already received three or four blows. Two of the sticks were struck directly on his thighs. The half-ogre's power, even if it doesn't reach the Extraordinary Twenty Points, is almost there, and the resulting attack is terrifying. The leg was directly cut into three sections, all of which were comminuted fractures. No matter how powerful the troll's regeneration ability is, it still needs recovery time, especially for such comminuted fractures, which will take longer. The half-ogre would not give him this chance at all. He circled around and slapped him wildly. While doing so, he muttered, "Let you chase me... Let you chase me... This is my territory... I My territory... roar... How dare you run into my territory and run wild... roar... let you know how powerful I am... haha... roar..." The troll also roared again and again, waving its claws constantly, trying to get rid of the half-ogre's endless hammering. But this half-ogre was unexpectedly slippery. He took a step to the left and a step to the right from time to time, causing most of his claw strikes to miss. Occasionally, a few claws hit him. He was so excited and crazy that he didn't notice it at all. One step too late, every step too late. Before the comminuted fracture of this leg could completely heal on its own, the other leg was broken into a comminuted fracture by the half-ogre. The actual combat training that Gavin conducted with him from time to time made him develop the habit of attacking as low as possible. When it came to the trolls who were also large in size, it was the third lane. The effect is surprisingly good. After limiting the speed, the opponent becomes a living target. In recent times, the half-ogre has been the target of ravage, and this time he finally tasted the pleasure of ravaging others. When Gavin and the others came after hearing the news, the troll had been hammered by the half-ogre and was completely out of human form. He was so dead that he could no longer die. Trolls are just capable of regeneration, but that doesn't mean they are immortal. Especially in a short period of time, if a person suffers a large number of fatal injuries, which far exceeds the regeneration load, and the nutrients stored in the body are depleted, complete death will occur. Therefore, the troll can maintain it for a period of time by devouring its own limbs and constantly regenerating its limbs, but it cannot last forever. If it does not take in external food for a long time, it will still starve to death. "Roar... stop, he is already dead." Gavin shouted to stop, while he was hammering the half-ogre furiously at a dead corpse. "Roar!" The half-ogre didn't hear Gavin's order at all, and roared louder in response. At this time, Gavin realized that something was wrong with the half-ogre's state. The muscles all over his body were abnormally bulging, and the veins were protruding. His eyes were blood red, and there was endless anger in them, a rage that could tear everything apart. violent. The barbarian rages.
The half-ogre roar has suddenly opened the professional template and changed his profession to become a barbarian. I don’t know if he changed jobs before or after killing the troll. Gavin thinks the latter is more likely. In game terms, this half-ogre is considered a leapfrog kill. The ogre racial level is at least level seven (based on life dice). As a half-ogre, Hou is slightly worse, only level five. The racial level of the troll reached level eight. Under normal circumstances, even the ogres would have to take a detour when they saw it, let alone the half-ogre roar. At least the half-ogre Roar in front of Gavin, tied up in two or three, was no match for the troll in front of him. Most of the reasons why Half-Ogre's Roar can leapfrog kills can be attributed to Gavin's crazy special training in the past ten days, especially in actual combat, where he has improved the most rapidly. Of course, a little coincidence and luck are also crucial.