The human side was clearly led by two individuals. One was a noble-looking man with blonde hair and blue eyes, clad in splendid silver steel armor, holding a powerful crossbow, and protected by two warriors with shields and one-handed swords. The other was a typical adventurer, dressed in leather armor and a chest plate, wearing a horned helmet, with a thick beard, and wielding a long-handled greataxe. The other four companions used swords and shields, short spears, bows and arrows, and war hammers respectively.
The ogre stood over nine feet tall and weighed nearly five hundred pounds, swinging a massive club weighing more than thirty pounds. It shattered boulders with a single blow. Facing such an attack, even with a shield, it was hard to withstand; the warrior behind the shield was smashed to death, his hand bones broken, and blood spattering everywhere.
The humans could only rely on trees for cover, barely surviving. The noble man seized the opportunity to reload and shoot arrows, but the arrows had little effect on the ogre. The ogre's club was as solid as iron; a swing at a tree left the bark in a green pulp, and leaves fell rustling.
The bearded man was sweating profusely; that last swing had nearly cost him his life. "No, this isn't working," the archer shouted from behind a tree, "We're all doomed if we keep this up."
Before he finished speaking, a guard was knocked flying by the ogre's swing, his shield twisted, his arm broken, and he was killed instantly upon impact with a tree. The noble man discarded his crossbow, drew his thrusting sword, and stabbed it into the ogre's crotch, who yelped in pain and jumped up.
The adventurer with the short spear took the opportunity to leap onto the injured ogre's shoulder, driving the spear into its shoulder socket. The ogre wailed and fell to the ground, and the other two ogres rushed over in panic. The short spear adventurer decisively abandoned his weapon, rolled away to avoid a fatal blow, and the ogre's swing crushed his fallen companion's skull.
The short spear adventurer was drenched in cold sweat; had he been a moment slower, he would have been dead. The ogre who had swung the club was stunned and knelt on the ground, wailing, "Brother..."
Aflra observed all this, contemplating how to intervene in the battle. She needed to find the right moment to help the humans and achieve her own goals.
Another ogre roared and chased after the short spear adventurer. The short spear adventurer ran around the trees, with the ogre following closely behind, occasionally colliding with trees, unable to catch up for a while.
Seeing this, the bearded man shouted, "Focus fire on him first!" He then charged forward, striking the kneeling, wailing ogre on the back with an axe, a blow so heavy that it even severed the ogre's spine. The ogre cried out and slapped the bearded man away with a backhand, only to be hit in the eye by an arrow.
The adventurer with the sword and shield rushed forward, smashing the ogre's forehead with his shield, then slashing open its neck with his sword. However, the one-eyed ogre grabbed the sword and shield adventurer, slamming him violently against a tree, causing his armor to dent and his internal organs to spill out in a gruesome scene.
"Nick!" the war hammer adventurer charged forward in grief and rage, leaping up and smashing the ogre's head with a double-handed hammer. The force of the war hammer was astonishing, directly flipping the ogre's skull, and the ogre fell to the ground powerlessly.
A roar of anger made the war hammer adventurer stiffen, and he turned to see the last ogre holding the body of the short spear adventurer. The war hammer adventurer roared and charged to his death, but was stopped by his companions. As the ogre raised its huge club, a guard rushed out from the side, slashing the ogre's knee. Blood gushed out, and the ogre knelt down. The noble man took the opportunity to stab the ogre through the throat with his sword, kicked it away, and Hughes leaped up high, the war hammer fell heavily, blood splashed, and the ogre fell to the ground dead.
The battle ended in victory for the humans, and Aflra stood on the tree quietly observing, surprised. These people's strength had all reached the level of knights, yet they fought so miserably. If they could plan their tactics well and cooperate with each other, they could easily deal with these three ogres. As a result, only five out of more than a dozen people were left, almost crippled.
After the battlefield was cleaned up, only the severely injured bearded man was left. The three adventurers decided to abandon him after discussing and looting his money. The bearded man pleaded with them to take care of his family, but the three left indifferently. It was the noble man who picked up the crossbow, asked for the address of the bearded man's family, and gave him a glimmer of comfort.
Aflra did not follow the adventurers to leave, but stayed to observe the bearded man. Originally, those adventurers wanted to give him a quick death, but he refused. Soon, the smell of blood attracted gray wolves. The bearded man struggled to lift the crossbow, shot and killed a gray wolf, then discarded the crossbow, drew out a short knife, and silently faced the surrounding pack of wolves.
Aflra was shocked by the bearded man's strong will to survive. She secretly decided to save him once if the bearded man killed another gray wolf.
Before long, a gray wolf tentatively bit at the bearded man's calf. Aflra thought he was done for; once his calf was bitten, he would quickly bleed out and become weak. However, the bearded man suddenly screamed, jumped up abruptly, pounced on the gray wolf, stabbed it three times, and the wolf struggled a few times before collapsing to the ground. The other gray wolves were startled.
Aflra smiled at the corner of her mouth, beginning to appreciate this tenacious man. "Decided, save you once," she thought to herself, as the lasso in her hand began to spin.
Another gray wolf pounced, and the bearded man was desperate. The previous blow had exhausted his potential, and he was already powerless to resist. But strangely, the gray wolf was caught by a green rope around its neck and hung from a tree.
The rustling from the bushes made the gray wolves nervously look around. Aflra's figure flickered in and out of sight, constantly attacking the gray wolves. A flame beast emerged from the bushes, scaring the other gray wolves into fleeing with their tails between their legs. After the flames dissipated, the bodies of three gray wolves lay on the ground, their skin charred black.
The rustling continued to change positions, the howls of the gray wolves rose and fell, and eventually they fled in terror. Aflra hid behind a tree, picked up a stone, and revealed a strange smile. The stone flew out, and a gray wolf had a blood hole in its forehead, causing the other gray wolves to flee wildly.
The rustling continued to chase them, with gray wolves falling one after another. Eventually, the sound disappeared, and the gray wolves looked back at the scene of hell, which would become a nightmare in their lives.
Aflra walked out from behind the tree and came to the bearded man, whispering, "You won, I'm here to save you."