Twin-headed Ogre King

With the Gnomes drawing them in, more than a hundred bloodthirsty Ogres charged toward Yang Ling. Their three-meter-tall frames, rippling muscles, and those giant clubs… Even Yang Ling was feeling nervous. The cowardly Gnomes almost wet themselves in fear.

"Quick, charge up to the top of the hill, quick!"

Seeing the Ogres still fiercely chasing after them despite being struck by the poisonous stingers of the Horned Bee Beasts, the Gnome Elder's face went pale. He had witnessed the power of the poisonous stingers. An ordinary person would not even be able to lift their fingers. To think that these Ogres could run this fast even after being hit. It was incredible!

Amidst the roars of the Ogres, facing the threat of death just before them, the Gnomes rushed forward frantically, using all of their strength. The ambushing troops behind the shrubs on the hill were their only hope for survival!

Forty steps, thirty-nine steps, thirty-eight steps…