In a valley, around Duke lay the corpses of over a dozen ogres, and a Two-headed ogre was trembling in front of him.
The Two-headed ogre had been wreaking havoc here for some time and had defeated quite a few adventurers who came to subdue him.
Unexpectedly, today a god of slaughter appeared out of nowhere and wiped out all his minions without a word.
The Two-headed ogre knew he was no match, but he could only do his best to try.
A small Thunderball formed in his hand and flew towards Duke after a moment.
Duke looked at this Thunderball with some sentiment; it couldn't even get close to him, dissipating without a spark against the yellow sand tens of meters away.
The once nearly fatal encounter with the Two-headed ogre required him and Vivian to join forces and fight with all their might to barely kill it.
Now, the Two-headed ogre in front of him had become an exceedingly weak creature; with a thought, countless yellow sands snatched at the Two-headed ogre.
