Grand Duke Peter was enjoying the compliment of his deputy when he suddenly heard the loud noise and looked over. At some point, a group of burly ogres suddenly emerged from the wasteland. He held the mace in his hand and smashed it towards the human warrior in front of him. Without paying attention for a moment, nearly a hundred people were killed and injured.

The group of ogres fought and fled. The mace in their hands was waving randomly in front of them, and no human warrior could get close to them.

The gang sent by Grand Duke Peter was just a shield and axeman. He originally wanted to slowly advance with the shield he came with. Who would have thought that this group of ogres suddenly appeared again, and even the hard shield could not stop the ogres from being a solid mace.

In the ogre team, there is also a thin human in bronze armor. When it comes to being thin, it only looks thin compared to the ogres beside him. He is swinging a battle axe in his hand, so he should not enter. No warrior can get two steps closer to him!

Three thousand people were intimidated by this group of ogres with less than 200 numbers. After a fight, less than half of the Shield and Axemen were left in the Shield and Axemen team.

Grand Duke Peter took the hawk glasses from the adjutant in a panic and looked over there. Even though they were so far apart, the huge oppression of the two-headed black-print ogre could still clearly make everyone feel it.

It's no worse than the legendary Bemon warrior.

The bodies of these natives seemed to be made of bronze and rock, hard and indestructible. The black magic patterns all over the body were neatly and regularly distributed on them, full of mysterious beauty. A black armor, the most terrifying thing was the huge mace in each of them. The mace was shining with cold light and hooks, and the huge rod body, which were enough to make many soldiers fear and retreat.

The aura of these ogre natives is too domineering, especially the weird-shaped mace, which is full of shock only if it is a top weapon.

"No wonder my incompetent son can survive in the wasteland for so long? It turns out that he relies on so many natives and ogres. No wonder Kakarok suffers heavy losses." Grand Duke Peter snorted coldly, finding the reason for other people's failures. But he forgot that these two or three hundred ogres alone could not stop Kakarok's advance army.

These ogres are obviously used to block, although I don’t know where these guys came out. When the number of enemies exceeds several times, another name of the so-called blocking war is called death. Even if the two-headed black-print ogres are powerful, they are not invincible.

With such indigenous people, it is simply impossible to stop their army.

"I want to catch the alive. Adjutant and send the cavalry out!" Grand Duke Peter turned around and ordered.

If all these ogre natives were captured alive, the price after sale alone would probably compensate for a portion of the military funds used for this military trip.

"It is my honor to be able to serve the Grand Duke."

When the adjutant turned around, the flattering expression on his face had turned into solemn and majestic. He removed a simple horn from his waist, and a low "whimper" sound suddenly rang through the wasteland. Under the command of the squadron leader, a cavalry with a long spear quickly stepped out of the barracks. Under the command of the squadron leader, the reserve team moved bundles of weapons from the carriages heavily guarded behind. There were long-handled war halberds with inverted hooks, and arrows filled with canine-shaped hooks... These weapons were quickly distributed to everyone's hands.

Just as he was about to move forward, the adjutant found that the group of ogres had escaped.

"Damn it!" It was obvious that Grand Duke Peter also got news from the battlefield from Hawk Glasses.

"What should I do?" The adjutant stopped blowing the trumpet and looked at Grand Duke Peter inquiring.

"Don't chase after me anymore, these guys may be traps!" Grand Duke Peter raised his hand and signaled the adjutant to stop the cavalry's pursuit. "Send the remaining infantry so that you won't worry about the other party's tricks! Humph, if you want to be foolish with me, you're a little tender! By the way, let the cavalry go around from both sides and surrounded them all, and no one is allowed to escape!"

The front line troops came back to report that these ogres were hiding under the straw mat. When the infantry corps approached, they suddenly rushed out, which caught the infantry corps off guard.

The soldiers holding spears were well trained to form square formations, neatly approaching the war fortress. A gang of light cavalry emerged from behind the infantry, then divided into two groups and rushed over from the left and right directions.

The archers in the back row also began to attack, and the "swish" sound of breaking through the air sounded from time to time, but at most it was just suppressed scattering cover. The few arrows in the sky had no damage. Since the opponent was an ogre native, these arrows could not harm them at all.

Although it was just a tentative attack, the cooperation and formation between human warriors were very smooth, and there was no trace of loophole that could be broken.

These soldiers were like a big net spread out, scattering in all directions, trying to hold Yang Dashuan, the big fish!

Yang Dashuan fought with the ogre slaves all the way and retreated all the way.

Yang Dashuan knew the other party’s thoughts and subsequent actions very well for the arrogant, reckless and arrogant old man like Grand Duke Peter. The Griffon Air Force in the sky had already discovered the movements of this army, so early in the morning, Old Yang hid on this must-pass road with the ogres.

Yang Dashuan learned the tricks he used from Kakarok, and he lifted up a piece of the meadow and hid it underneath with the ogres. The purpose was to stop these guys and to slam their arrogant arrogance.

He believed that with his skills as he combined these ogres, he could leave the hands of these guys no matter what.

But I didn't expect that these shield and axe players were too difficult to deal with. They were like a candy, and they pressed them tightly, which made Yang Dashuan have no chance to keep a long distance from them. Grand Duke Peter sent cavalry and went straight out from both sides, like an open pocket, ready to swallow Yang Dashuan in one bite!

However, it is not that easy to swallow Yang Dashuan.

The shield axe driver paid a price to bite this group of ogres. The moment the two hundred ogres appeared, he gave the proud soldiers a heavy blow.

The nearly two-edged mace is comparable to most long weapons used by humans.

Although Grand Duke Peter's adjutant was very cautious and sent a shield and axe driver who could defend and attack, he never expected that he would encounter such an opponent.

This mace, which is nearly 200 pounds, cannot be blocked by such a small shield in their hands. Often, if a stick is smashed, even the shield and arms will be smashed. What's more, when the ogre's mace comes down, even the head is gone.

As they went back and forth, the ogres immediately opened up a gap with the infantry.

Although the archers kept suppressing their firepower, after exceeding a certain distance, the firepower could not be suppressed again. At this time, the ogres gained the advantage. Using the range of the "Great Movement of Heaven and Earth", the flying sword and the mace always shot out.

The chasing infantry immediately began to get up again.

These indigenous people are suitable for both distances and distances, and no matter what distance they are at, they seem to suffer losses themselves.

The mace covered with barbs and iron thorns, and the flying sword with sharp thorns, even the hard shield would be easily smashed like paper. Looking at the companions who were falling to the ground and not even wailing, the soldiers of the infantry corps finally began to tremble.

However, Grand Duke Peter's command in person made them dare not retreat.

This is a death sentence.

If these infantry knew that even the heavy-armored giant scythe hands of the Tornado Mercenary Group were kneeling under the pockets of these natives, then they would not have the courage to face these natives.

However, they were somewhat lucky. Just as the soldiers of the Knife and Axeman team were walking towards the arms of the god of death, the cavalry that chased after finally arrived. This was a cavalry shooting soldier, which had just split into two groups from behind the Knife and Axeman, as if they were to cover Yang Dashuan and his group.

But Lao Yang is not a soft persimmon.

Since he dared to bring these ogres to ambush just by bringing them to the ambush, he was absolutely sure to get out of these people.

A wave of flying swords was covered with the sky and the sun. With the sound of the whistling wind, it faced the rushing cavalry straight and passed through the chest without hesitation. The flying sword at the thorns cut open the hard armor of the soldiers without any pause, bringing up a series of dazzling blood, and even the body was picked up high.

When he noticed the other party's abnormal movement, he also began to act in the fortress of war.
Chapter completed!