Chapter 343 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In the winter military training of the Baron Keane Hill, an interesting thing occurred.

At the time of the second military training, a large group of farmers were lined up in the grain-filled ground and worked hard to practice the thrusting techniques under the guidance of the junior officer. Suddenly, the sentinel who was responsible for standing guard at the village watchtower screamed and rang the alarm bell.

Every village or town’s watchtower had an alarm bell, and once the sentinel found an emergency, he would ring the bell. When he rang the bell, the elderly, the weak, women and children should hide as soon as possible, and the young and strong must gather immediately, trying to resist the threat.

This was the common practice in every place of the Main Plane, so various settled races were similar in practice.

When the bell rang, the farmers immediately panicked. The last time the bell had rung had been when Crick’s brother, Geersan Keane, had been in charge. At that time, a terrible troll had come to the territory. When Geersan led a team to kill the monster, he had been seriously injured. He had already died before he was sent to the temple to receive the priest’s treatment.

That was already five years ago. For most people, five years was such a long period of time that many people had forgotten that horrible experience. However, at this moment, when the bell rang, the horrible memory of five years ago emerged from the hearts of the people who had seen the monster. Their legs could not help but shake, and they almost couldn’t stand still.

That horrible monster had had a gray-green body like a hill and had been covered with thick moss. It was powerful, but what had been even more frightening had been that it was almost impossible to kill. More than once, brave soldiers had pierced their sharp spears into his body, watching the green blood spurting out. However, in a time of a sentence, the spurting blood had stopped, and after a few more sentences, the wound had begun to heal. It was incredible.

The brave Baron Geersan had grief because of this. He had taken a group of people and tied up the monster with a strong rope. Then, he had knocked him down together with them and waved a big ax to chop it. Its head was cut off, and there was blood flowing all over on the ground.

At that time, everyone had thought that this guy was not completely dead. His head had been cut off, so how could he not die? As a result, the accident had happened on the way back to show his body in public.

The chopped-off head had reemerged, and the “corpse” resting on the plank cart had recovered its vitality. The resurrected monster had jumped up and slammed down with his fists. He had hit Baron Geersan who had been riding on the horse. The poor baron had been knocked off, rolling on the ground with his body almost changing into another shape.

With the joint effort of the soldiers and the hunters, the monster had been tied up again and then had been cut into pieces and burned to ashes. However, Baron Geersan had died because of his heavy injuries.

No one knew what the monster that came to attack this time would be. If it was the same as last time, that would be fine. After the last time, everyone had experience. They were afraid that if it were some other horrible thing, for example, a legendary dragon or something…

The farmers obviously thought too much. Of course, the Duchy of Thunder had a dragon. However, which dragon would be so bored to come to attack a small village?

Was there anything a dragon wanted here? Glittering gold coins? The gems used to decorate a cave? Food with strong vitality?

There was nothing here. For a dragon, it was a completely barren land!

After a while, under the leadership of the officer, the militiamen saw the incoming monsters.

They were two ogres running out of nowhere.

Using the height of a normal man as a reference, they were at least a little more than twice as high as him. Unlike trolls, they were smelly and powerful, using thick wooden sticks as weapons. They caught everything to eat, so people were naturally in their recipe.

These kinds of monsters were very dangerous because they often caused serious damage. Although they didn’t have undead bodies like trolls, their destructive power was stronger than trolls. Trolls often found a place to sleep when they were full, and sometimes they could sleep for three or five days after a meal. However, ogres must eat two meals every day, which resulted in an amazing gap in food intake. More importantly, trolls were omnivorous. If they couldn’t find any animals to eat, they could eat grass as well. Ogres were different. They had to eat meat, and they were keen on catching creatures with two legs that ran slowly and were short of fighting capacity. That was the origin of the name “ogre.”

If they followed the rules of the last time, the militiamen who attempted to use ropes to tie the ogres would suffer great losses. After all, ogres were more powerful than trolls, and they were also good at using big sticks, so their combat power was much stronger than trolls.

Fortunately, the junior officer who led the training had seen the ogres’ information while studying. As an elite of the new army, he had firmly remembered the information of the common or particularly dangerous monsters. The ogres were among them.

Therefore, he immediately began to make preparations, mainly to quickly convert spare spears into throwing spears. Then he had the hunters arrange in formation. Fortunately, the ogres were slow. When they reached outside the village, the hunters had finished the preparations.

It was a fierce battle.