"Ogres?!!"

  The third - in - command of the Hot Sand Consortium seethed with rage.

  "Those imbecilic ogres actually dare to interfere in the Hot Sand Consortium's affairs! Reveal your identity! The Hot Sand Consortium will pursue you relentlessly until your utter annihilation!!"

  Gorgin retrieved the boning knife from the Gourmet Recipe Space.

  The boning knife, designed to adapt to the user's size, measured a full three meters in Gorgin's grasp, and with the handle included, it extended to three and a half meters!

  With the boning knife in his left hand and the large bone hammer in his right, he deftly deflected the attacks of the goblin mining excavator.

  Gorgin sneered menacingly, "I'm your damned father!"

  With a powerful kick, he sent the goblin mining excavator, which towered two meters above him, staggering backward two paces.

  This starkly demonstrated the difference between machinery and the humanoid physique.

  The goblins needed to re - stabilize their mechanical contraption, while Gorgin had already hoisted his big bone hammer high.

  "Die!!!"

  Gorgin sprinted a few quick steps, then launched himself into the air.

  With a thunderous swing of the bone hammer, he shattered the cockpit of the goblin mining excavator.

  The machine immediately fell silent, and a gush of green blood spilled out.

  This was the nature of battle—brutally simple and unadorned.

  What was all that talk about battles lasting three days and three nights?

  Was this some turn - based fantasy?

  Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

  A barrage of bullets hurtled towards Gorgin. Upon impact with his armor, they merely left minuscule white marks.

  Those that fortuitously struck his face felt no more severe than a gentle poke from a toothpick to an ordinary person.

  Did they truly believe that these ogres, seemingly lacking in technology and intelligence, had no means of defense?

  "The one who slays the most goblins will claim my weapon! Krummashaaar!!" Gorgin bellowed.

  At his words, the ogres' eyes blazed with a fierce, almost feral light. They charged forward, undaunted by the goblins' explosives, firearms, and various mechanical contraptions.

  If not for Horne's ability to cast a blessing spell that significantly accelerated the ogres' wound - healing process, casualties would likely have occurred that day.

  The ogres took on the role of a living battering ram, while the dwarves, not to be outdone, closely trailed behind, finishing off weakened foes and offering support.

  The dwarves' firearms might not have inflicted as much damage as those of the goblins, but they were far more reliable.

  And for these goblins, who possessed no extraordinary powers of their own, a well - aimed shot to a vital area was invariably fatal.

  Horne bestowed the Bloodlust spell upon all the ogres. In addition to vigilantly monitoring for any severely injured ogres, she fully unleashed the terrifying capabilities of a two - headed ogre.

  With two heads, she could scan different directions simultaneously and cast two spells at once!

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  Beyond Bloodlust and Blessing, her proficiency in fire magic was truly remarkable.

  Her presence on the battlefield transformed her into a veritable spell - casting powerhouse.

  Even her mana regeneration rate, with two heads, was swifter than that of a single - headed ogre!

  The battle unfolded with astonishing ease, to the extent that the dwarf leader could scarcely believe his eyes.

  The airship in the sky, eager to make its mark, unceremoniously dropped the three colossal bombs into the city, causing widespread devastation.

  Nu swiftly breached the goblin city gate. These city walls, standing merely six or seven meters tall, presented no challenge to the ogres, who could effortlessly scale them.

  Opening the gate was more a matter of their disdain for the structure.

  The ogres could clamber over the walls, but the dwarves could not. Thus, they charged through the gate.

  What ensued was a brutal massacre.

  The dwarves' primary objectives were to rescue their enslaved tribesmen and loot the goblins' warehouses, while the ogres were driven by their insatiable hunger.

  At this stage of the battle, the outcome was all but certain.

  The dwarf leader, standing atop the tank, cast an admiring glance at the ogre seated on the kodo beast beside him, who was on the verge of dozing off.

  "The combat prowess of the ogres in the Dragon's Lair Tribe is truly astounding. Without your aid, we in Giant Sand City would likely still be locked in a bitter standoff with the Hot Sand Consortium. Breaking into this city would have been an arduous task indeed."

  "Allow me to introduce myself anew. I am Kolber Giant Sand. It is an honor to fight alongside such a formidable tribe."

  Gorgin waved his hand dismissively.

  "Just call me Gorgin. There's no need to be overly elated. After all, you paid handsomely to hire us."

  Kolber clicked his tongue in wonder.

  "Incredible! There exists an honorable tribe like the Dragon's Lair Tribe in this land. Had we known sooner, we might have forged a cooperative alliance long ago."

  "Heh~~ Our tribe was once indistinguishable from others. I initiated these changes after assuming the chiefdom following my father's passing. Had you arrived earlier, you might well have ended up as a meal."

  Gorgin always maintained a cordial demeanor towards his current clients.

  "How could the chief of such a powerful ogre tribe have met his demise? Surely, there are no threats to your tribe in the vicinity?" Kolber's curiosity was piqued by Gorgin's remarks.

  "Why not? Take a guess as to why we're named the Dragon's Lair Tribe?"

  "Isn't it because a colossal dragon has been slumbering there for countless years..."

  Kolber's voice trailed off, and he stared at Gorgin in disbelief. "You don't mean..."

  Gorgin shrugged nonchalantly. "Precisely as you suspect. Otherwise, we'd still boast two ogre mages."

  "Unbelievable... What was your father thinking..."

  "Not all ogre chiefs possess my blend of strength and intelligence."

  Gorgin did not shy away from the well - known perception of ogres as lacking in mental faculties.

  After all, every intelligent race was aware of this stereotype.

  "Then, have you ever considered avenging your father?" Kolber probed.

  Gorgin fixed him with a hard stare. "Do you even realize what you're asking?"

  "Revenge???"

  "My mother informed me that the black dragon had been slumbering there since my great - grandmother's era. ”

  “Do you think such a being can be challenged for revenge? How about I give you some coin, and you attempt it?"

  Kolber instantly recognized the foolishness of his question.

  He shrank his neck and offered an awkward smile. Without hyperbole, countless races rise and fall during the slumber of such a powerful entity.

  Revenge was a laughable concept.

  Gorgin chose to ignore the dwarf leader.

  His comments were nothing short of idiotic. If he thought he was so capable, he could take on the challenge himself.

  Moments later, the goblins in the area either fled in terror or met their end.

  The city had been comprehensively captured by the dwarves.

  The ogres, true to Gorgin's instructions, were impeccably disciplined.

  Besides sating their hunger with some goblins, they refrained from taking any other items.

  They could be ruthless in battle, but when it came to business, they adhered strictly to their word.

  Moreover, the ogres neither understood nor cared for the goblins' possessions.

  All the dwarves breathed a collective sigh of relief. Their spoils were substantial.

  They not only rescued their tribesmen who had yet to be sold into slavery but also acquired slaves from other races.

  The goblins' warehouse was well - stocked, and the supplies would sustain the dwarves for an extended period.

  The Hot Sand Consortium's slave - capturing faction was no pushover. If not for the fully - armed Gorgin eliminating their third - in - command, leaving them leaderless, the dwarves alone would never have breached the city.

  Furthermore, this was merely the smallest city of the Hot Sand Consortium, and the individual in charge here was their third - in - command.

  The dwarves ransacked the city and then made a hasty retreat.

  They loaded their plunder onto the goblins' transport vehicles, which, equipped with tracks, could carry a significant amount of cargo.

  The dwarves' stature allowed them to comfortably fit into the vehicle cockpits.

  Gorgin, too, selected four female slaves.

  They were all reasonably attractive and were likely commissioned by some human city from the goblins.

  Among them were three female elves and one human woman.

  It was immediately evident that this woman hailed from Blue Star.

  When startled by the ogres, the first words out of her mouth were "holy shit".