* Bang! *
The heavy Bone Crusher Mace whistled through the air. Søren rolled to the side to avoid it, but at the same time, he slashed at the back of the Ogre Warlord's leg with his curved sword. It felt as if he had slashed at a piece of tough leather. The Ogre Warlord's attack didn't stop at all, as if it hadn't been injured in the slightest. Its entire body was covered in heavy armor. Apart from its arms, legs, and the gaps in the armor, it was useless to hit any other part of its body.
A whistling sound came from above, accompanied by a foul stench. The smell of an ogre was even worse than that of a gnoll.
Søren didn't dare to stop for even a moment. After rolling to the side, he quickly retreated, putting seven or eight meters between himself and the Ogre Warlord. The half-elf ranger took advantage of this opportunity and quickly nocked an arrow on his bow. The arrow was aimed at the Ogre Warlord's head. The Ogre Warlord clenched its fist and held it in front of its eyes. The arrow hit its wrist guard and bounced off with a clang. Yass cursed under his breath. He pulled out another arrow and aimed, but the Ogre Warlord had already let out a furious roar and charged at him.
* Clang! *
A crisp sound of something breaking could be heard. Yass didn't have time to pull out his weapon to block the attack. He quickly shot an arrow and tried to dodge, but it was already too late. He could only raise his longbow to block the attack. The bow broke in an instant, and the Bone Crusher Mace landed on his chest. His ribs caved in, and blood spurted out. In the blink of an eye, his chest was covered in blood. The arrow hit the Ogre Warlord's neck, but it didn't hit its throat. It went through the side of its body.
"Die!"
Soran growled, took a deep breath, and jumped up. The moment the Ogre Warlord hit the half-elf Ranger, he swung his sword at the Ogre Warlord's neck. The tough skin was cut open by the curved sword, but when it hit the bone, it was stuck in the ground. The Ogre Warlord roared angrily and threw a punch at Søren. The Ogre Warlord was wearing a spiked wrist guard, and the heavy force sent Søren flying.
Crack!
Søren's right arm had been fractured. The spikes on his bracers had pierced through his shoulder, causing his right arm to bleed profusely. Søren's right arm was in pain and numbness. Perhaps it was because his tendons were injured, but he couldn't use any strength in his arm. He rolled back in a rather embarrassing manner, and when he stood up, he retreated into the distance. It was impossible for him to kill an Ogre Warlord with just one arm. The bones in his arm were most likely broken, and it would be very difficult for him to even fight.
The Ogre Warlord roared as it pulled out its scimitar, but blood spurted out crazily. Its speed slowed down by half a beat, and a large amount of blood gushed out. Half of its body was covered in blood.
"It hit the artery!"
Søren's face lit up. He grabbed a short sword from the battlefield and threw it over.
The enraged Ogre Warlord rushed over once more. As it moved, blood gushed out even faster. It was only a distance of thirty to fifty steps, but its speed was getting slower and slower. Blood splattered behind it. When it roared and wanted to swing its weapon, its huge body suddenly stiffened, and then it fell to the ground in a dispirited manner. It didn't die immediately due to the severe blood loss, but its grip on its weapon loosened. Søren staggered over. After confirming that the Ogre Warlord's breath was getting weaker, he pulled out his dagger and stabbed it into its eye socket.
A row of data appeared:
"Successfully hit a vital point! … "
"21 Piercing Damage dealt to target! … Target killed! … "
"Successfully killed Ogre Warlord! … Extracting soul energy from target! … "
"Received 2400 Slaughter EXP."
… … …
It was a Grade 3 Ogre Warlord that was close to Grade 4.
The Slaughter EXP it gave was even higher than the Snake Demon from the Abyss. Søren gasped for breath and looked around vigilantly. He then quickly took out a bandage and wrapped up his crippled right arm. If he continued to lose blood, even with his regenerative abilities, he would become extremely weak from the blood loss. He might even lose his life. He rested for a few dozen seconds before approaching the half-elf. Yass was already dead. His chest was completely caved in.
Less than ten seconds after he was hit, he was already dead.
"May your soul rest in peace!"
There was a hint of sadness in Sauron's expression. Although they were not very familiar with each other, they had fought side by side.
He reached out and closed the half-elf's eyes. He then took out his multi-dimensional bag and put some useful items on himself. The battle wasn't over yet, but he had already lost the ability to fight. He looked at the battlefield, wiped the blood off his face, and quickly retreated.
He didn't stop until he was more than a hundred meters away.
Søren took out a bottle of healing potion and poured it into his mouth. He then gritted his teeth and forced the broken bone back. With a groan, the broken bone reconnected to its original position, but he still couldn't exert any strength.
"Level up Wizard!"
After so many battles, Søren had accumulated more than 9000 Slaughter EXP. As he allocated the EXP to his Wizard level, a series of data appeared in front of his eyes.
"Wizard level up to Level 5."
"Received 25 [INT 20 + (INT 20-10) * 0.5] Skill Points, HP increased by 9 [Profession HP 4 + (CON 20-10) * 0.5]."
"Learned Profession Skill [Counterspell]."
"Received 1 Talent Point."
The increase in his HP had significantly reduced his injuries. He could finally move his right arm a little. He stood up and looked in front of him. The Ogres had already broken through the Whiterun's defensive line. Under their brute force, the battlefield had turned into a small skirmish. Fortunately, the long-term training was still effective. Although the formation of the army was disrupted, they still maintained a small circular formation of five to ten people. The injuries of the ogres had accumulated to a certain extent, and even their strong vitality could not prevent their fates from gradually collapsing.
On the other side of the battlefield.
The wizards' concentrated firepower had already killed the Ogre Warriors. The Acid Arrows and Flame Arrows had a strong penetrating effect. With a small number of Golems supporting the flanks, the Ogres on both sides of the battlefield were gradually falling apart. The Ogres' bloodthirsty and violent power gradually subsided, and the number of Ogres began to decrease sharply. It seemed that some Ogres had already fled the battlefield due to the collapse of morale.
The Storm Lord gradually gained the upper hand in the battle against the two-headed Ogres. The commander of the Whiterun army cooperated with the knights to attack the Ogres from the rear.
The dark clouds in the sky were getting lower and lower.
Following the Storm Lord's roar, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck down. However, it wasn't aimed at the two-headed Ogre in front of her. Instead, it landed directly on the Storm Lord's spear.
"Lightning Weapon!"
The crackling lightning surrounded the Storm Lord's spear, and the burst of light almost blocked the vision. She looked like she was fighting with lightning in her hand. Mixed with wild roars, she attacked faster and faster, and her whole body was surrounded by lightning. Occasionally, there would be people nearby who approached her, but almost as soon as they were within 30 meters of her, they would immediately stand still and tremble strangely, as if their whole body had been electrocuted.
"Static Field [Legendary Force Field]!"
Søren was very familiar with the scene in front of him. When he activated Shadow Field, it had the same effect.
The two-headed Ogre Wizard's speed became slower and slower. With a momentary mistake, the Storm Lord's spear pierced through its chest, and a bloody wound with a diameter of five centimeters appeared. The flesh around the wound was burned by the lightning. With a miserable howl, the Ogre Wizard suddenly threw away its opponent in front of it. Its two heads madly cast spells, and in an instant, it disappeared and reappeared hundreds of meters away.
It was a wizard's teleportation spell. It was ready to escape.
"Lightning Spear!"
The jumping lightning condensed on the spear, and the Storm Lord roared angrily. She jumped to a height of hundreds of meters, and the storm lifted her figure. She held the spear tightly and threw it at the two-headed Ogre in front of her. The spear was like a flash of lightning across the sky, and its speed was beyond human vision. The next moment, a big bloody hole was opened in the two-headed Ogre's chest.
"Plop!"
The two-headed Ogre's huge body fell to the ground, and the Storm Lord slowly landed. Her breathing was a little messy, and she looked very tired. Her hands seemed to be burned, and the skin on her arms was scorched black. The Ogres finally collapsed on a large scale. When the two-headed Ogre fell to the ground, many of them began to run away. The Storm Lord walked forward with heavy steps. He did not chase after the fleeing ogres. Instead, he arrived before the corpse of the two-headed ogre adept and drew a short knife from his waist. He then cut off the two slightly charred heads of the two-headed ogre adept.
Streams of blood splattered everywhere.
She put the two heads in a cloth bag, nodded with satisfaction, and then looked back at the battlefield.
The Ogres had completely collapsed.
The cavalry pursued as much as they could, and many tired soldiers fell to the ground. The wails of the wounded could be heard everywhere. The priests were using their limited number of spells to heal the wounded. For those who were seriously injured, the others could only give them a quick death. Hundreds of Ogre corpses were left on the battlefield, and the Whiterun army also suffered heavy losses.
Some soldiers who were still in good condition pulled out their weapons and cut off the Ogres' heads one by one.
These were their most important trophies, and also the most important trophies for Whiterun. These heads and corpses would be sent back to the city, not only to show their achievements, but also to deter the surrounding enemies. The heads of the Ogres would be pickled and hung in many places. In the coming days, they would serve as a warning to nearby enemies who intended to provoke Whiterun and what the consequences of challenging them would be.
If there were no accidents.
The nearby races would not easily set foot in Whiterun's territory, because they had to first consider whether they could defeat a powerful Ogre tribe.
This battle would soon be told by bards, and it would not be long before all kinds of stories were told in taverns.
Of course, the main character of the story was not Søren.
Perhaps one day, he would become the main character of a legendary story, but for now, he was just an insignificant adventurer.
A row of data appeared:
"The battle is over!"
"You have successfully assisted the Whiterun army in defeating the Bone Crushing Ogre tribe! Your skills have improved! … "
"Detect + 5, Search + 5, Sneak + 2, Survival + 2, Parry + 2, Evasion (Roll) + 1, Evasion (Shift) + 1, Listen + 1, Heal + 1."
"You have obtained 1 Legendary Point [Folk Legendary] for participating in a Legendary battle."
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