Three giant Golden Figures, bright as sunlight, appeared before the slaves. A group of Bear Goblins plopped hard onto a pool of blood, nearly scared out of their wit.
The ogres weren't faring much better, each like a Larza Beast in a blizzard, trying to evade the intimidating gaze of Stormrage.
The clinking and clanking Golden Figures clearly expressed Stormrage's irritable mood. The ogres' eyes moved mechanically, like wound-up pendulum clocks, following the figures' movements.
"We can birth many children, they will be strong warriors," a female ogre nervously said.
"Is that supposed to be a special ability?" Stormrage pondered for a moment before turning to Gude the Panda, "Interested?"
Gude tumbled to the ground, swallowing hard. He got up with a dejected look and said, "My Lord, if you want me to die, just hand me a knife, I'll cut my own throat."
"What about you, handsome Bellamy?" Stormrage turned to the dashing golden-haired Mastiff Man.
Bellamy retched dry.
