352 Hey? Is That Customer Service?

The rotting leaves were covered with another thick layer of new leaves. A short figure emitted "zi ya, zi ya" sounds and was about to walk forward when someone stopped his advance and gestured nervously.

The figure was in a daze and spoke unhappily, "D*mn you, if there's a problem… Ooo!"

He didn't manage to complete his sentence before someone covered his mouth and pointed nervously to the clearing ahead, where there were three Ogres talking loudly. However, they could only hear soft voices since it was a distance away.

The gamers of Victoria City couldn't understand the language of the Ogres.

Lancelot squatted nearby and was feeling chills due to the behavior of the gamers. They had been chatting non-stop since they entered the forest. Lancelot wanted to order them to keep quiet, but it was of no use.