Still frozen, Cliff was on the verge of being attacked, he already had the impression of no longer having total control over his body, even if he had already resigned himself to waiting, the facts of being looked at like a little mouse in a laboratory did not please him at all.
The second the three-horned man snapped his fingers, two ogres, both over two meters tall, suddenly emerged from the crowd. Their muscular bodies were covered in scars and both had their horns torn off.
As the two ogres walked straight in his direction, Cliff took a step back, turning his head to try to understand the three-horned ogre's intention but unfortunately he showed no emotion. Cursing inwardly the disdainful gaze of the three-cornered man, he looked away and saw nothing, not the trace of ogres advancing towards him.
Frowning, he quickly wanted to look around but it was at this precise moment that a fist was quickly heading towards his face...
