"With our Pale Eagle behind us, go ahead!"
Siegfried reined in his horse and let his players form another line of defense behind.
"These beheading rewards, as well as the merits and rewards in the mercenary guild, are also yours!"
Knowing the weakness of human nature and experienced, Siegfried immediately threw out another temptation.
Several medium-sized mercenary teams were immediately moved when they heard the words, but before they could come to a conclusion, the ogre on the opposite side couldn't wait.
"Aww!!!"
The ogre standing at the front opened its bloody mouth and let out a terrifying roar. The giant hammer made of the bones of an unknown creature in its hand brought a fierce wind.
boom!
The giant bone hammer hit the shields of the first few shield warriors, making a dull sound, and several mercenaries immediately flew backwards, and there was even the sound of broken arms - ogres generally have a strength of 5 to 7. , equivalent to the strength of a fifth-level fighter elite, it is simply not something that ordinary mercenaries can compete with.
As if in response to the leader's previous roar, the ogres behind also waved their giant sticks and sledgehammers, and even rushed up empty-handed with nothing.
The front lines of several medium-sized mercenary regiments were almost on the verge of collapse. No matter how many regiment leaders shouted, it was useless, and Siegfried's face darkened.
"The data and attributes of this world do not seem to be a simple superposition..."
Looking at this scene, Leylin had other thoughts.
After so long in the world of the gods, he finally discovered the difference in attribute data here.
"Although the average level of ordinary people is 1, it seems that it becomes more and more difficult to increase the later. It took me a lot of effort to break through the bottleneck of all attribute 1... and the attribute improvement after 5 is quite equal every time. It is several times more difficult than before... After reaching 10, the gap may become more obvious... "
Leylin had a premonition that after reaching the average level of 10, each additional point of attribute point might be equivalent to the sum of the previous increases, and the overall strength would also increase considerably.
The way of this increase is very different from the data that Leylin showed several times before.
call out!
A gust of wind rushed toward his face, but Leylin dodged subconsciously. It was a piece of shattered armor with mottled blood on it.
This brought Leylin's attention back to the battlefield.
"Get rid of these black-skinned bastards for me!" roared the head of a medium-sized mercenary regiment, exuding a huge fighting spirit from his body.
After all, the number of these ogres is very small, not even one-tenth of the number of several medium-sized teams. After those mid-level professionals went up to hold down the ogres, the advantage in numbers was immediately brought into play.
"Drink! Kill!"
More than a dozen low-level mercenaries held long spears and formed a simple spear formation, surrounding an ogre group.
Even this kind of simple coordinated attack cannot be cracked by the brain of an ogre. Following the command of the captain, more than a dozen long spears stabbed out like poisonous snakes.
"Aww..." the ogre roared, although it grabbed the two spear heads with both hands, more spears pierced its body.
That layer of natural leather armor mixed with oil, soil, and other things only slightly hindered the progress of the spear, and was broken through without any suspense.
A lot of blood flowed out, and the ogre kept struggling, but was firmly trapped by the cage formed by the iron spear.
The combination of more than a dozen low-level professionals can still suppress the power of the seriously injured ogre.
The long spears used by the mercenaries seemed to have been modified to a certain extent, and there were bloodletting grooves and barbs on the head of the spear. Once pierced into the target, it would tear the wound greatly and cause heavy bleeding.
The turbulent blood spurted out like a spring, and at this point, even the astonishing regenerative ability that the ogre was proud of could not save its life.
The roar became lower and lower, and the light in the ogre's eyes gradually dimmed.
In the end, the opponent's huge body fell to the ground, and the blood mixed with the soil, forming a strange pattern.
"Aww! Aww!!!"
Seeing many tribesmen being divided and surrounded, even the most stupid brain could detect something was wrong. At this moment, the leader of the ogre roared, holding the mutilated arm of a hapless mercenary in his hand.
Its cry changed from the previous madness to appear extremely short, and the other ogres who heard the sound retreated one after another, some directly exposed their backs, and left the battlefield at the cost of taking several blows from the mercenaries.
"Hey! Don't try to run away! Cowards!"
At this time, Leylin felt that the black war horse under his seat immediately galloped towards the previous ogre leader.
Obviously, Rafiniya, the young knight, has been aroused by the previous battles, and she has long since ignored other things.
The other mercenaries present at this moment saw a black war horse carrying a slender knight with an astonishing jump, directly across the crowd, to the front line of the battlefield, and behind him was a soldier who couldn't laugh or cry.
[Knight Combat Technique - Charge!]
[Knight Combat Skills - Heart of Heroism!]
[Knight combat skills - sharp fighting spirit!]
The terrifying blazing light burst out from the long spear in the knight's hand. Amidst the exclamation of many mercenaries'high-ranking knights', the horse that was blessed with combat skills ran fast and caught up with the previous one in an instant. Ogre rule.
"Drink!"
Rafiniya stabbed out the long spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear with huge kinetic energy and sharp fighting spirit immediately tore through the defense of the ogre leader, piercing through his chest, protruding from the back, and for a while, blood rained Down!
As a tenth-level knight, with the armor, spear, and steed in hand, if Rafiniya can't deal with an ogre with the strength of a seventh-level or eighth-level fighter, then her teachers will jump into the river one after another .
"Okay! Who's that?"
Siegfried, who was watching the battle by the side, also moved his eyes, a high-ranking knight! This is a very powerful professional, and often represents a good background—after all, not everyone can afford to support a master knight.
"Not a member of the medium-sized mercenary group, but an idle mercenary!"
Beside him, the eyes of the mage covered in black mage robe flickered.
"Idle mercenaries? It seems that there are still a lot of talents at the bottom! Send someone to contact them later!"
Siegfried touched his chin, and was also a little curious about the other party's identity.
For this point, the mage nodded indiscriminately.
"Haha... so the ogre in the legend is nothing more than that?"
Rafiniya picked up the corpse of the former ogre leader, and the voice of laughter came from the armor in front, but Leylin could still hear a trace of hidden anxiety and trembling.
"Hey... Shouldn't you put me down first?"
"Ah! Why are you still here?"
Sure enough, Rafiniya had completely forgotten about Leylin when she charged, and only now did she realize that there was someone behind.
At the same time, Leylin also heard the other party muttering: "It's terrible, it's terrible... It's so dirty... I don't want this gun anymore..."
For this belated guy, Leylin could only roll his eyes speechlessly.
…
Although Rafiniya intervened at the end, the situation of the battle was overwhelmingly towards the caravan, especially when she finally launched a charge and beheaded the ogre leader, the remaining ogres ran even faster, almost It disappeared into the dense bushes by the roadside in the blink of an eye, disappointing the mercenaries who were thinking about the reward.
Rafiniya, who made the contribution, seemed a little dazed, and even ignored the people sent by the Pale Eagle. In the end, it was Leylin who came forward to chat with the other party.
Rafiniya, who returned to her own team, received awe-inspiring gazes from the rest of the team. In normal times, this little girl would have already cocked her tail to the sky.
But the first thing the other party did when they came back this time was to throw away the iron gun that was stained with ogre blood and stench, and got into Sister Hera's carriage alone. There was a faint sound of retching, Leylin estimated It takes a while to get used to it.
The dwarf old Bam picked up another bargain, picked up the spear that Rafiniya didn't want, and put it away like a treasure.
After hearing that the ogre's ears were also given up by Rafiniya who was afraid of getting dirty, Old Bam beat his chest for a long time, and even scolded Leylin for being a prodigal.
This greed for money once made Leylin think that Old Bam's ancestors might have the bloodline of a giant dragon.
"Haha... If those ogres come again, Old Bam wants them to taste the power of my musket... hiccup..."
Old Bam was holding the rum bottle in both hands, hiccupping from time to time, but his face was flushed with excitement.
After defeating the ogre, the entire caravan continued on the road, but this time the mood of the others calmed down a lot, and they didn't have the fear before. Large, but equally wounded, bleeding, and even decapitated for storage as trophies.
After the fear dissipated, all kinds of original thoughts came alive, and even Sister Hera smiled a little more on her face.
"It's really..."
Looking at this scene, Leylin shook his head secretly, and soon there was a little doubt in his eyes.
"Why does this group of ogres feel a little wrong to me, and even seems to be using... arrogance?! Just kidding!!! How could they have such an idea with their brains? Maybe it's just a coincidence... No, rumors The two-headed ogre or ogre shaman among them may have such intelligence... "
"If that's the case, it's going to be interesting..."
A meaningful smile crossed the corner of Leylin's mouth.