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Chapter 445: Bay Territory! Charge!
The drow elf warriors watched helplessly as their companions were slapped to death with a "swish."
It was even easier than crushing a firefly.
Such a terrifying scene instantly woke them up.
Absolutely no advancing forward!
These cowardly fellows retreated madly at a speed faster than they came.
Blocking the incoming bolts with his shield, Jifan sheathed his short sword again. Watching the fleeing drow elf warriors, he sneered involuntarily:
"The drow elves are nothing special."
Jifan had no intention of pursuing them actively. The longer they delayed, the more advantageous the situation became.
However, the collapse of the drow elf soldiers enraged the drow elf commander.
She stared at the modified warriors in the cave and issued an order without hesitation:
"Temporarily strip these fools of their status and send them to attack with the ogre slaves."
"If they still fail to deal with these humans this time, they can live with the slaves!"
Hearing this ruthless order, the remaining 30-plus drow elf warriors immediately panicked.
But thinking of the terrifying power of those human warriors, they obediently chose to wait.
Their cowardice naturally elicited roars of laughter from the other drow elf warriors.
Many drow elves eyed them maliciously.
They began calculating which parts of their gear to loot once they became slaves.
Among the drow elves, even family members shared only naked competition.
Not even a hint of adding icing to the cakeâevery one of them excelled at kicking someone when they were down!
Clack! Clack! Clack!
Rusty machinery emitted creaking groans.
Several massive prison carts were pushed out. Inside the steel cages, 40 to 50 terrifying ogre warriors were squeezed together, snoring loudly.
Each ogre was clad in heavy steel armor. Though they looked potbellied, they were entirely muscular.
The supervising drow elves lashed at them with whips, sparks flying off their armor.
When the ogres groggily opened their eyes, they coldly sneered and shouted:
"Charge forward, and you'll get a full meal."
As they spoke, the drow elf supervisors tossed a few pieces of hairy jerky.
The ogres, still groggy moments before, immediately perked up, sniffing the food's scent and crowding forward.
Before they could fight over it, two massive arms reached out, casually tossing them aside.
The 300-400-kilogram ogre warriors were flung like rags, crashing against the steel cages with loud clangs.
The thrown ogres acted as if nothing happened, shaking their heads lightly before standing back up. They looked respectfully and fearfully at the largest ogre.
The largest ogre leisurely walked over and grabbed all the hairy jerky in one go.
Chewing with a mouth full of blackened, rotten teeth, he began eating.
This ogre was several times larger than the others, resembling a mountain of flesh.
His muscular build was distinct and solid, unlike the others who had round bellies.
His stomach was flat and sunken as if he had been starved thin.
More striking was the red tumor on the left side of his shoulder and neck.
It swelled and contracted with his breathing.
He was clearly an ogre warrior on the verge of undergoing a lifeform transformation.
Once the tumor burst open, and a new head grew out,
This already formidable melee ogre warrior could advance to a powerful two-headed ogre.
Every two-headed ogre possessed at least pinnacle extraordinary strength!
They also had a significant chance of advancing to legendary status!
The red glow in his massive eyes revealed calmness and a hint of cunning. He didn't seem to care much about the drow elves' orders.
Because he knew it was time for the drow elves to demand their lives again!
When else would he eat more?
The drow elf supervisors, noticing the ogre's composure, thought about those unfortunate drow warriors and threw out a large bag of jerky, threateningly saying:
"You have one minute!"
The ogre warrior Morak glanced at him, grabbed all the food thrown over, and stingily tossed a few pieces to the other ogres.
The other ogres were furious but dared not speak out, immediately turning on each other without hesitation.
Many weaker ogres were beaten black and blue.
Even before the battle began, they had already started infighting, leaving the surrounding drow elves helplessly amused.
Soon, these ogre warriors, wearing shackles, staggered toward the modified warriors.
Facing these massive ogres, Jifan felt no fear.
They often trained against trolls and ogres in their daily drills.
The ogres of Bay Territory, though not as experienced or determined in combat as these ogres, had superior physical strength.
Even so, the modified warriors could easily suppress them!
As the lord would say:
"You must have confidence in yourselves. Enemies whose combined talent and abilities are worth less than a million gold coins are absolutely no match for you!"
The repeated accumulation of confidence filled every modified warrior with self-assurance.
Watching the swarming enemies, Jifan even had time to think:
"Maybe, after this battle, we can capture more drow elves to serve as training partners for new recruits."
"RoarâŠ!"
The charging ogre warriors raised their black clubs high and swung them fiercely at the modified warriors' raised shields.
Bang!
The collision was thunderous, but it was the larger ogre warriors who were forced back.
Twirling their long spears, the modified warriors struck the moment the ogres retreated, thrusting forward swiftly.
The mithril-crafted spear tips displayed devastating power.
They tore through the ogres' ragged armor and plunged into their bodies.
Directly into their hearts!
The hearts were pierced instantly, and even the robust ogre warriors couldn't survive. They collapsed lifelessly.
Such formidable combat strength startled the ogres at the rear, slowing their charge.
Leaping drow elf warriors seized the opportunity to sneak closer.
They aimed to exploit the clutter of ogre corpses to reach the backs of the modified warriors in a numbers advantage.
Whoosh!
A gust of fierce wind swept through, blowing the airborne drow elves back like fallen leaves, landing them awkwardly on the ground.
Four towering modified warriors charged forward in unison, shouting:
"Bay Territory, charge!"
Delighted, Jifan braced his shield, stepped forward, thrust his spear into another ogre warrior's chest, and roared:
"Bay Territory, charge!"