When the troll was killed by the half-ogre roar, Gavin clearly felt an invisible warm current injected into his body. This was the magic law. Although most of the magic law was taken away by the roar, Gavin's professional level was low, and the magic law required for upgrading was small. Even a small part was very obvious. If this situation happened two or three times, Gavin would be upgraded. Gavin opened the professional template, but it was less than three months, and this upgrade pace was quite amazing. "Roar!" The half-ogre roared again, and the multi-gnarled giant wooden stick stained with the smelly troll blood smashed down at Gavin. "Run away." Gavin kicked Gos away with one foot, dodging the roar's attack, and sneered, "Why, you dare to turn against me after opening the professional template? Don't forget, what do you rely on to kill a troll? Strength alone is useless. The premise is that you can attack the enemy. Slow, or too slow, can you be faster?" Although he looked contemptuous, Gavin's nerves were tense. Barbarian can be said to be one of the most suitable choices for the Half-Ogre's talent profession. His special ability of fast movement increased his movement speed by one third. Although this special ability can't increase the attack speed like the acceleration spell, the simple increase in movement speed, coupled with the substantial increase in strength and physique after the rage, also increased his explosive power. The tailor-made multi-gnarled giant wooden club is extremely easy to use and also slightly increased his attack speed.
Coupled with the growth of the Half-Ogre himself in the past ten days, the combination of several factors makes his terrifyingness incomparable to the first sight. The only thing to be thankful for is that Gavin has eaten the Half-Ogre very thoroughly, and his attack habits and routines are very clear, so it is relatively easy to dodge. Even so, it has become a real dance on the tip of a knife. Several times, he was able to dodge it by a hair's breadth. Gavin just dodges as much as possible, luring the Half-Ogre to attack, and counterattacks are rare. He is waiting, waiting for the Barbarian's rage time to end. The half-ogre, who had just opened his professional level, could not maintain this state for long. Within half a minute, the half-ogre was shriveled, and the whole person looked very tired. The attack frequency slowed down, and the movement speed was not good. Attack and defense immediately switched. Gavin's one-handed sword was facing the half-ogre, and it was a storm of output. The sword never left the vital point. It didn't take long to stab the half-ogre. "Don't fight, don't fight... I surrender... I surrender... I didn't mean to attack you just now... I couldn't control myself... I won't do it again... I won't do it again..." The half-ogre didn't have the arrogance before at this time. He only dared to shrink and dodge, and didn't dare to fight back at all, begging for mercy again and again. "Can't control yourself? I think you think you've grown up and have the power to kill me." Gavin snorted angrily, and there was no intention of stopping the attack. This situation must be strangled in the cradle, leaving him with an unforgettable lesson, so that even if he goes berserk in the future, he will not dare to attack himself. "No, absolutely not... I will control... I will definitely control it next time..." The half-ogre promised hurriedly. "Look at me." Gavin suddenly stopped his attack and shouted suddenly. "Okay..." The half-ogre roared, not knowing what was going on, and shrank his body and looked down at Gavin. The azure light seemed to overflow from Gavin's eyes. Boom! The half-ogre roared, feeling an invisible heavy hammer hitting his head, and with a roar, he held his head and screamed. No. It's not like his head has been hit by a heavy hammer before.
That feeling can't be compared with the current one. He felt that his brain was about to explode, and blood and brain matter were about to spurt out. This feeling lasted for several seconds before slowly disappearing. Half-ogre Howl stood up again, and looked at Gavin with a different look, a kind of fear from the bones. It seems that his choice is correct. For such a physically strong guy, he should start from the spirit. He should have given this guy a mind explosion long ago. "The merits and demerits offset each other. The beer originally rewarded to you tonight is cancelled." Gavin's physical, mental and material punishment methods were activated at the same time. "Ah?!" This punishment is even more serious than the physical one for Half-ogre Howl, second only to the mental attack just now. Curled up, aggrieved like a bullied young wife, dare not raise any objections. Gavin no longer pays attention to Half-ogre Howl and walks towards the goblin camp. It's called a goblin camp, but it's actually a simple fence wall, crooked and twisted, very much in the style of goblins patchwork. "What do you want to do... Don't come over..." Behind the fence, there was a timid scream. Just a moment ago, they witnessed their new guardian troll being roared at by the half-ogre and killed. The next moment, they witnessed the powerful half-ogre being taught a lesson by Gavin like a grandson. At this moment, in their eyes, Gavin, who did not look strong, was like a demon with evil spirit, taller and stronger than the half-ogre, and more terrifying. Gavin stopped more than ten meters away from the goblin camp and said: "Triple tribute." "Triple tribute? Why don't you kill us?" "No, we don't have that much tribute." The goblins shouted again. "Triple tribute, not a bit less, you only have two choices, one is to send it out yourself, the other is for us to go in and get it." Gavin shouted, "Roar." "My lord, what do you want?" The half-ogre trotted up, half-bending, with a flattering expression on his face, at least 80% similar to Goss's. "Stand up straight, hold your chest high." Gavin scolded, "Don't learn from Goss, you just need to obey orders." "Yes, my lord." The half-ogre held his stomach and held his chest high. "Ten dozen, if they don't send tribute out, you will break through their door and rush in." "No need to bother, I can rush in now." The half-ogre grinned, killing the troll greatly boosted his self-confidence. As for the fall here with Gavin, he didn't take it to heart at all. To be more precise, he was used to it. This was purely an isolated case. "Hmm?" Gavin groaned in displeasure. He had his own calculations for asking the half-ogre to do this. The strength of the Black Well Kobolds is still limited. One Black Well Mine is enough for them to dig, and there is no need to expand it for the time being.
He was unwilling to waste more energy on these goblins. The best way was to motivate them as much as possible through threats and exploitation, so that they could create surplus value. When Gavin's blue eyes fell on him, the half-ogre shuddered and hurriedly said: "Count, count, I'll start counting right away, one... two... three..." "No need to count, no need to count, we are willing to pay tribute, we are willing to pay..." Soon the goblin camp was opened again, and several goblins pushed me and pushed you, squeezing and shoving out.