Chapter 43 Hunting the Ogre Mage

"I have to run, I need to leave here." "We still have soldiers, we may not lose!"

"The orcs have already come in." "But they are not as big as our food, just that little!"

The ogre mage was incoherent, and had no idea of ​​organizing a counterattack. At this moment, he was in a mess, and his mind was in a mess.

"Wind Slayer!" A bald ogre with strong muscles rushed in. There was shiny oil on his face. From the outside, he was also a strong and battle-hardened elite.

When he served in Highmaul, he could even push tons of rocks without any help to exercise his body.

He growled: "It's Hellscream, the Hellscream who killed the King of Sorcery. Let's go, this place can't be defended anymore."

A sentence often appeared in novels a long time ago, called: A person's name, a tree's shadow.

And Grommash is in this situation. This orc seemed to be against the Gorians since he was born. Even the defeat and capture of his wife's death could not stop his madness.

He even bit off the head of the Ogre Sorcery King alive.

The Ogre Mage stared at him blankly. This was the last legacy of his family, one of the 20 warriors sent to protect him. He himself had served in the Goria army and became a centurion.

"Run? Yes, run, run." Hearing that the attacking orcs were Hellscream and his notorious Warsong Clan, the Ogre Mage had already become timid and even lost his last bit of courage.

The two ogres reached a consensus. He pushed open the door and rode on the wild boar prepared by the guards for him. Behind him were the warriors. These elite ogre soldiers were his last wealth. If they were gone, he would probably have to sacrifice his life for a mouthful of fat like the untouchables he looked down upon now.

Don't get me wrong, wild boars can indeed be used as mounts in the ogre society.

There was slaughter everywhere in the camp, and the orcs' fanatical warriors killed all foreign races wantonly without mercy.

These ogre soldiers who had not undergone much training were panicked and could only throw their spears randomly, and then pick up sticks or hammer-like weapons to fight with the fully armed orcs.

Although the ogres had many shortcomings, they never lacked courage and had the same reckless habits as the orcs, which was often the reason why they hurt the enemy a thousand times and hurt themselves eight hundred times.

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Nergo held the battle axe tightly in his hand. Like other orcs, his eyes were red and affected by the bloodthirsty technique. He was now full of desire for killing in his heart, and covered his body with the blood of the enemy for glory!

He panted and looked for his own prey.

Countless broken arms and debris were scattered all over the ground, orcs, ogres, and those that were about to fall...

Nergo roared, and the war songs of the orc shamans rose and fell, as if telling him to kill the enemy in front of him and use his blood to prove his bravery.

With the help of a gust of wind, Nergo sprinted forward a few steps, swung the axe, and jumped.

The ogre in front of him had eyes as big as copper bells, and the weapon in his hand had long gone. Maybe he had just thrown it out as a javelin?

The only "weapons" he could use now were a pair of fists, and using fists to block the axe?

Even the dumbest ogre would not do this!

He panicked and wanted to dodge, but he was no match for Nergo who had the help of the wind element. The orc's axe fell, and his face began to distort. The fists he waved randomly before dying did not cause any damage, and did not even touch him.

After cutting off his head, Nergo became even more excited. The ogre's blood sprayed on his face. He raised the bloody axe high, "Blood!!!"

"I want the blood of the ogre!!!"

At this moment, the wind element eagerly told the crazy orc that there was a strong enemy ahead, and there was more than one. Nergo's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he strode towards the target.

The ogre magician rode on the wild boar and covered his huge body with the robe stained with many stains, as if he wanted to make others unable to recognize him.

But who would not recognize him? His robe had already betrayed him. No ordinary soldier would wear this, but even so he did not throw it away. In his eyes, it seemed that having a robe could prove that he was still a noble nobleman, different from those lowly people.

"Damn orcs." He cast a spell to release a rock-condensed spike, killing an orc who blocked his way. "Why are they still chasing me? These damn orcs and untouchables!"

The loud curse did not summon his courage, he was still fleeing, the ogre warriors behind him just kept silent, following the ogre mage with heavy footsteps.

"Soon, soon." The boar was very fast, not to mention that with the protection of twenty warriors, the ogre mage had almost no trouble. Although they were attacked by orcs from time to time because of their special and ostentatious team, they were safe.

"When we return to Highmaul, I will definitely..."

Just like their sorcery king, the ogre likes to give speeches. Although most of the time he just draws big cakes, at least no one has time to spit at him at this time.

But who would have thought that before he could finish his words, a stone-like object hit his mount's face, and the wild boar screamed in pain.

The huge force even knocked it off the wild boar's body.

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He was angry and said, "Who? Who?"

He thought it was the disgruntled warriors' anger towards him, but when he saw it clearly, he was panicked.

It was the head of an ogre, with its wide eyes staring at him, telling him about its miserable situation, and it seemed to be questioning him, saying that it was his incompetence that caused all the tragedies.

He kicked the head away with his eyes wide open, "Go, go quickly."

He didn't care about those warriors, he rode on the wild boar and ran away.

"Want to run? Where are you running to!?" Nergo roared, "Don't let these ogres get away!"

He didn't care about anything else, and chased after it with an axe, and his speed was almost the same as that of the wild boar.

This is worthy of the physical fitness of the orcs.

When the orcs around heard the movement here, they rushed forward. Although the ogre warriors were brave, there were too many orcs. They could only parry and had no strength to keep up with the ogre magician.

The orc was about to catch up with him. He panicked and ordered the wild boar under his seat to run faster.

"Damn it, run faster!" he ordered.

But he still couldn't distance himself from the bloodthirsty little monster. He pressed forward step by step, and the surrounding wind elements loved him so much that he even ran faster and faster.

"That's enough, annoying kid!"

"Rocks!"

He created three rocks weighing two tons, and these boulders smashed towards Nergo like cannonballs.

Nergo let out a low roar, and he kept running forward.