"Retreat."
Søren and the other adventurers looked at each other and retreated at the same time.
Facing so many Ogres was no joke. If the five of them were discovered, they wouldn't be able to escape. Ogres were very fast on the plains, not to mention that many Ogres in tribes could activate Bloodthirsty Berserk. Although the ogres would enter a weakened state after going Berserk, they would still be able to kill all the adventurers while they were still in Berserk mode.
"I'm afraid this will be a tough battle!" The half-elf ranger looked at the other adventurers and said in a low voice, "It won't be easy to expel these ogres, and with a two-headed ogre wizard, the chances of success will be even lower."
Another adventurer who looked like a warrior and a swordsman nodded and said seriously, "We can only rely on Whiterun's strength now. After all, it's impossible for them to not send out high-grade professions for a mission like this. If a high-grade wizard is involved, it's not impossible to expel these ogres. "
Advanced professions were Tier-1, Tier-2 after Level 5, and Tier-3 after Level 10.
Usually, high-grade professions were those with a Profession Level of 15 and above. There weren't many of them in any place, and in a city, they were at least high-grade military officers. Most of the adventurers who came out this time were between Grade 2 and Grade 3. Those with a Profession Level of 15 and above rarely went out adventuring, and even if they did, they wouldn't do it in the wilderness because they had more choices. If they wanted to, they could easily enter the ruling class, become the leader of one of the few gangs in the city, or join some organizations and become a high-grade manager.
Whether it was power or wealth, they were much better than ordinary adventuring!
Søren didn't say anything. He thought that whether they succeeded or failed, the most important thing was to protect himself. Earning more Slaughter EXP while ensuring his own safety was the way to go. After all, swords had no eyes on the battlefield, and he definitely wouldn't participate in the battle this time. This kind of battle depended on the strength of Whiterun's army. It seemed that Whiterun's previous failures had paid off. Otherwise, they wouldn't have brought out the golems.
The other adventurers brought back the news one step ahead of them.
There was no lack of experts among them, so it was not strange for them to return earlier than them.
The Whiterun army was separated from the adventurers, and the person in charge of this operation had yet to show up. Many adventurers were dissatisfied with this. After all, this was a war. Whether it was the generals of Whiterun or the nobles of the Parliament, at the very least, the adventurers would have a better idea of their strength. Without the intervention of high-grade professions, the casualties in such a battle would be astonishing. Some adventurers had already begun to prepare for retreat.
After all, no one would throw away their life for a few dozen Kindler's rewards!
Whiterun's army continued to advance. Because of the intelligence they gathered, engineers had already begun to build war machines. Magic statues appeared in front of everyone's eyes one after another, and the sorcerers led their apprentices to adjust and recharge the magic power. Most of them were Stone Golems, and some of them were Iron Golems. The crafting of Golems was widely spread among Wizards, and it required a high level of Alchemy. Normally, only Grade 3 Wizards could craft them. These Golems were very cumbersome and consumed a lot of energy, so they were rarely carried around by guards. They were only used on battlefields or guarding wizard towers.
It was difficult for an army of two thousand people to hide from the ogres.
This was especially true in the plains. When Søren discovered the ogre fortress, the enslaved gnolls had already discovered the army's tracks.
Ogre Fortress.
A two-headed ogre mage let out a muffled roar and bellowed, "Prepare for battle! You fools! All of you, pick up your weapons and lock the captives in the cages. "
The ogre looked behind it and saw a gnoll scout kneeling at its feet. "Very well. My slave. "
"I grant you freedom. Continue to serve me, and I will help you become the new leader of the gnolls. I will grant you a piece of land in my territory and let you build your own tribe. "
The ogres had many vassals, and they knew how to enslave most of the creatures in the wilderness.
One by one, the strong ogres gathered together. It was hard to tell the gender of the ogres, but they all looked the same. They could eat meat from birth and didn't need to be breastfed. Ogre cubs could weigh up to 30 pounds. Children that were not strong enough would be abandoned, or even killed and eaten directly. These creatures looked stupid, but they had powerful battle instincts. Most of the ogres only had six points of Intelligence, and even wolves couldn't compare to them. From time to time, wizards and sorcerers with amazing Intelligence would be born.
Thick spiked maces were distributed to the ogres, and the enslaved goblins were busy helping them put on armor. These were all inferior products that were made in a hurry. Some kobolds had 50 points of Smithing ability, and the ogre tribes had inherited the craftsmanship of weapons and armor. These equipment were heavy and cumbersome. Most of them were individual parts, such as spiked pauldrons, heavy gauntlets, and cast breastplates. The ogres couldn't make complete armor with their craftsmanship, so they were simply cast from molten iron. They relied on their weight in exchange for strong defense.
"Gather the Bone Shatterer hunters."
The two-headed ogre wizard roared, and the ogres gathered into a simple formation. They were completely different from the messy ogre tribes, and they had received strict training.
* Crack! *
The sound of a whip rang out.
An Ogre wearing full body armor and wielding a heavy battle-axe walked out. It used a leather whip to whip the other Ogres. The leather whip that would take away half of a Gnoll's life only left a red mark on the Ogres' bodies. The strong Ogre Warlord roared, "Idiots! Gather! "
"Warriors of the Bone Shatterer tribe, come and take your weapons."
Heavy battle axes, spiked armor, leather armor sewn from the skins of humanoids and beasts, and iron spears that were two meters long were all distributed to the ogre warriors. These ogres that looked even bigger had white ash smeared across their faces. Some even had horns on their foreheads that were only ten centimeters long. They also had strange tattoos on their bodies. This was some kind of ancient ritual. Shamans used daggers to cut open their arms, smeared some medicine on them, and fed them a special potion.
After this ritual, the ogres would become even stronger. Their skin would become as tough as cowhide, and they could also activate some kind of innate ability to enter a frenzied state of bloodlust.
Iron weapons, iron armor, throwing spears, and heavy flying axes. About one to two hundred ogres were armed.
Some of the ogres wielding whips opened the cages and chased out some wild boars that weighed half a ton and had sharp spikes on their backs. These were Ironback Wild Boars that lived in the depths of the wilderness. They were one of the few animals that the ogres knew how to tame. Ogres did not know how to grow their own food. They only knew how to tame and feed some special beasts. In times of war, these beasts were also part of their strength. They knew how to drive captives and wild beasts to attack the enemy and deplete their strength first.
The plains had a wide field of vision.
Not to mention, the ogre fortress was built halfway up the mountain. They could see Whiterun's army moving from afar.
The two-headed ogre warlord led the army to the foot of the mountain. Ogres rarely relied on fortresses for defense. This was because once a battle started, the ogres would rush out on their own and kill everything in sight. Ogres with whips were driving the gnolls away from the rear. Inferior food like goblins and kobolds were not even qualified to be their cannon fodder.
Dong! Dong!
Dong! Dull war drums sounded. An ogre that seemed to have advanced into a shaman beat a war drum made of mammoth skin and roared at the sky.
"Humans!"
The two-headed ogre's voice boomed like thunder. It cast a spell on itself and stood at the front of the ogre army. "The one standing before you is the demigod Heigal, the Astral Traveler, the descendant of Grondo the Dragon Slayer!" The two-headed ogre roared at the approaching Whiterun guards.
"The leader of the two-headed ogres, Grozado!
This land shall become the territory of the Bone Shatterer Tribe. Tell your leader to come out and talk to me! "
The Whiterun guards were slightly disturbed. The ogres were far more intelligent than they had imagined. They could even speak in the common tongue.
"Formation!"
A fierce female voice rang out. Then, a vigorous figure walked out. She was wearing an exquisite leather armor with runes inscribed on it. She held a battle spear in her hand. Her long black hair was tied up with a ribbon. There was a scar on her heroic face. This was not the most eye-catching thing. What surprised the adventurers more than the fact that the Whiterun commander was a woman was that she only had one breast. The right breast had obviously been cut off.
A breast-cutting ceremony!
The adventurers were a little restless. From time to time, someone would exclaim in a low voice, "A female warrior from the tropical forest!"
"Why would Whiterun let that group of women lead the army?!"
The heroic female warrior walked to the front. She rotated her war spear and stabbed it into the ground. A lightning arc jumped on her hand and weapon. She stood at the front of the army, holding the war spear tightly in her hands. She looked like a Valkyrie from the Age of Mythology, and the adventurers who were harassing her at first quickly cheered up.
"A Legendary?! A Storm Lord?! "
Søren's pupils shrank slightly. The other adventurers were also shocked. Standing in front of them was a Legendary class.
She was a Storm Lord, a Priest, a Warrior, a Druil, and a Barbarian who believed in the God of Storms!
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(PS: Thanks to Money Maker for the tip. This will be published on December 1st. Tips on that day will give monthly votes. When the time comes, a leader will appear, and Futu will start to update.)
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