Chapter 71, Troll Brewing Barrel_1

Thud!

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh echoed.

The ogre, who had been roaring aggressively and swinging its massive club, suddenly froze in place.

Moments later, it dropped to its knees, letting out a howl of agony.

Its heart-wrenching screams tore through the sky, pulling the attention of every ogre.

The Skeletons, of course, wouldn't let such a golden opportunity go to waste.

They launched an attack on the kneeling ogre.

Shield strikes, as relentless as pouring rain, pounded mercilessly against the ogre's head.

The occasional stuns—triggered by sheer frequency of the attacks—came in rapid succession.

This caused the howls to break intermittently.

Fang Hao flicked the blood off his sword, his gaze scanning every ogre's weak point as he coldly commanded, "Aim at their groins."

The ogres might not have understood Fang Hao's language,