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Chapter 307
chapter 266 part 1
Chapter 265: Ogre Water Elemental Mage, a New Identity to Meet Gagaran
Gagaran’s serrated fangs opened and closed, continuing to chew the tender roasted elk meat. The meat fibers tore between his teeth and were swallowed down his throat in great gulps.
Without the enhancement of various precious spices, the roasting technique could only be described as a complete mess.
It didn't taste good.
Gagaran couldn't help but recall his extravagant life in the Imperial Capital, but after only a moment's recollection, he cast the thought aside.
As long as it could fill his stomach, whether the food was terrible or not wasn't worth worrying about.
He had originally joined the Imperial Capital Arena to train in pursuit of greater power, and his purpose for coming to the Abelion Hills was exactly the same!
The image of that strange alchemist who could summon angels flashed through Gagaran’s mind. He didn't much like that little human brat.
However.
That person was right. The Arena could no longer make him stronger, whereas here, there were truly powerful and even troublesome opponents.
The Ten Evils of the Demi-Humans were all formidable foes worthy of an all-out battle. Unfortunately, the strong individuals here were not so easy to challenge.
A cracking sound rang out.
Gagaran tossed the bone from the leg of meat into his mouth, chewed it to pieces, and swallowed.
Bang!
The ground shook.
Gagaran's three-meter-tall, powerful figure stood up. He lifted his spiked club and turned his head to look at a spot to his front-left.
"I already gave you a chance."
Gagaran wiped the red juice from the corner of his mouth. His thick-soled feet pressed against the ground, and with a speed that defied his frame, he charged out with a roar.
Whoosh—
He raised his right arm, swinging the hard, heavy spiked club, which seemed to have a metallic texture. It tore through the air, emitting a piercing whistle.
Bang!
A large tree half a meter thick in front of him was snapped in half by the astonishing force of the spiked club's strike. Shattered wood chips flew in all directions like bullets.
Boom.
The massive tree crashed to the ground, letting out another roar.
A strange, white, mist-like figure fled from behind the tree, rapidly retreating. Then, its form flickered and blended back into the jungle, disappearing from sight.
"Another strange race."
A look of annoyance appeared in Gagaran's cold, white eyes. His gaze shifted constantly, as if he could lock onto the flickering figure to some extent.
Since coming to the Abelion Hills, he had seen too many races that defied imagination, some possessing bizarre abilities.
This was not the Imperial Arena.
There were no restrictive rules or distances. Faced with some demi-humans with strange abilities, even Gagaran was helpless at times.
"This is the first time I've seen this method of movement."
As Gagaran observed, he thought to himself, "This shouldn't be the same type of demi-human I've encountered before."
"Heeheeheehee."
"So you really did find me. I thought you were just bluffing."
The ethereal voice echoed from all directions.
Illusory Sound!
"That was so dangerous. You almost hurt me."
A cheerful laugh, as pleasant as a bell, drifted from the dense forest, making it impossible to pinpoint the speaker's location.
Magic?
The whites of Gagaran's solid-colored eyes flashed. He shouldered the heavy spiked club he had raised and cast a cold glance at a certain spot in the distance.
The opponent's concealment technique was superb; he could only barely determine their general location by relying on his warrior's intuition.
If it were only that, it would be manageable.
The most troublesome part was the bizarre movement method they displayed, which seemed perfectly suited for moving through the jungle.
Next, he had to fight a powerhouse in these hills, a warrior whose reputation was second only to the "Ten Evils of the Demi-Humans." He couldn't afford to waste his stamina here.
Gagaran had already determined that the demi-human stalking him was far weaker than himself; otherwise, it wouldn't have kept hiding.
If it likes to follow, then let it follow.
Gagaran retracted his gaze, pushed aside the tall shrubs, and advanced into the depths of the jungle.
On a thick tree trunk in the distance.
A faint white mist seeped out from the bark, coalescing into the form of the White Mist Witch.
"He's just leaving?" The White Mist Witch was a little surprised to see Gagaran ignoring her.
She had thought a fight was about to break out.
"Master should have received the message. I can't lose him." The mist around the White Mist Witch's body trembled, and she started moving again, tailing Gagaran closely.
She had used her own mana to trigger the magical mark her master had left on her; as the caster, he would be able to feel it.
The deeper he went into the jungle.
The number of large wild beasts he encountered grew scarcer. Faintly, he could already hear the sound of a flowing stream.
Gagaran knew he had entered the opponent's territory. A trace of excitement and fervor appeared on his indifferent, dark green face.
"Hmph, still following?"
"Whatever you're planning, you'd better not show your face in front of me and interfere with a warrior's battle."
Gagaran glanced over his shoulder, snorted coldly, and continued forward.
Rustle rustle~
The lush, dense trees suddenly began to thin out, and a stream appeared in Gagaran's line of sight.
The trees on both sides of the riverbed were even taller. Their roots were tangled, and their leaves intertwined in the air to form a green dome over the stream. Vines hung down from the drooping foliage, touching the stream's surface.
The surrounding ground was covered over a large area with thick, muddy green moss, and an indescribable stench permeated the air.
Gagaran's nostrils twitched. His gaze immediately fell upon a damp-looking nest of wood and grass beneath the highest treetop next to the stream.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
Following Gagaran's arrival, the ogres living here surrounded him from all sides.
These ogres showed intense hostility, but upon seeing Gagaran's appearance, they all showed hesitation and glanced at one another.
"This... is... our... territory."
"Lea... leave!"
An ogre opened its mouth, releasing a foul stench, and spoke haltingly in a tone unused to communication.
"Bring out your leader."
Gagaran impatiently scanned the ordinary ogres, who were more than a head shorter than him.
"It's an enemy... invading our territory." The ogre that had just spoken's eyes instantly turned fierce, and it charged forward with its thick arms outstretched.
Bang!
The heavy spiked club swung. With a wail and a dull thud, the charging ogre was sent flying by the single blow, a blur of minced flesh and blood scattering through the air.
Faced with such a shocking scene.
The remaining ogres' faces filled with fear, and they backed away one by one.
If Gagaran had been of another race, the ogres, with their low intelligence, would have been scared but not cowed. However, due to their racial instincts, when faced with a stronger related race or a higher-tier species, ordinary ogres are more inclined to submit. They can even form a kind of symbiotic relationship with weaker creatures like goblins.
"Is there an intruder?!"
Just then, a roar came from the direction of the stream.
Boom!
Chapter 265: Ogre Water Elemental Mage, a New Identity to Meet Gagaran
Gagaran’s serrated fangs opened and closed, continuing to chew the tender roasted elk meat. The meat fibers tore between his teeth and were swallowed down his throat in great gulps.
Without the enhancement of various precious spices, the roasting technique could only be described as a complete mess.
It didn't taste good.
Gagaran couldn't help but recall his extravagant life in the Imperial Capital, but after only a moment's recollection, he cast the thought aside.
As long as it could fill his stomach, whether the food was terrible or not wasn't worth worrying about.
He had originally joined the Imperial Capital Arena to train in pursuit of greater power, and his purpose for coming to the Abelion Hills was exactly the same!
The image of that strange alchemist who could summon angels flashed through Gagaran’s mind. He didn't much like that little human brat.
However.
That person was right. The Arena could no longer make him stronger, whereas here, there were truly powerful and even troublesome opponents.
The Ten Evils of the Demi-Humans were all formidable foes worthy of an all-out battle. Unfortunately, the strong individuals here were not so easy to challenge.
A cracking sound rang out.
Gagaran tossed the bone from the leg of meat into his mouth, chewed it to pieces, and swallowed.
Bang!
The ground shook.
Gagaran's three-meter-tall, powerful figure stood up. He lifted his spiked club and turned his head to look at a spot to his front-left.
"I already gave you a chance."
Gagaran wiped the red juice from the corner of his mouth. His thick-soled feet pressed against the ground, and with a speed that defied his frame, he charged out with a roar.
Whoosh—
He raised his right arm, swinging the hard, heavy spiked club, which seemed to have a metallic texture. It tore through the air, emitting a piercing whistle.
Bang!
A large tree half a meter thick in front of him was snapped in half by the astonishing force of the spiked club's strike. Shattered wood chips flew in all directions like bullets.
Boom.
The massive tree crashed to the ground, letting out another roar.
A strange, white, mist-like figure fled from behind the tree, rapidly retreating. Then, its form flickered and blended back into the jungle, disappearing from sight.
"Another strange race."
A look of annoyance appeared in Gagaran's cold, white eyes. His gaze shifted constantly, as if he could lock onto the flickering figure to some extent.
Since coming to the Abelion Hills, he had seen too many races that defied imagination, some possessing bizarre abilities.
This was not the Imperial Arena.
There were no restrictive rules or distances. Faced with some demi-humans with strange abilities, even Gagaran was helpless at times.
"This is the first time I've seen this method of movement."
As Gagaran observed, he thought to himself, "This shouldn't be the same type of demi-human I've encountered before."
"Heeheeheehee."
"So you really did find me. I thought you were just bluffing."
The ethereal voice echoed from all directions.
Illusory Sound!
"That was so dangerous. You almost hurt me."
A cheerful laugh, as pleasant as a bell, drifted from the dense forest, making it impossible to pinpoint the speaker's location.
Magic?
The whites of Gagaran's solid-colored eyes flashed. He shouldered the heavy spiked club he had raised and cast a cold glance at a certain spot in the distance.
The opponent's concealment technique was superb; he could only barely determine their general location by relying on his warrior's intuition.
If it were only that, it would be manageable.
The most troublesome part was the bizarre movement method they displayed, which seemed perfectly suited for moving through the jungle.
Next, he had to fight a powerhouse in these hills, a warrior whose reputation was second only to the "Ten Evils of the Demi-Humans." He couldn't afford to waste his stamina here.
Gagaran had already determined that the demi-human stalking him was far weaker than himself; otherwise, it wouldn't have kept hiding.
If it likes to follow, then let it follow.
Gagaran retracted his gaze, pushed aside the tall shrubs, and advanced into the depths of the jungle.
On a thick tree trunk in the distance.
A faint white mist seeped out from the bark, coalescing into the form of the White Mist Witch.
"He's just leaving?" The White Mist Witch was a little surprised to see Gagaran ignoring her.
She had thought a fight was about to break out.
"Master should have received the message. I can't lose him." The mist around the White Mist Witch's body trembled, and she started moving again, tailing Gagaran closely.
She had used her own mana to trigger the magical mark her master had left on her; as the caster, he would be able to feel it.
The deeper he went into the jungle.
The number of large wild beasts he encountered grew scarcer. Faintly, he could already hear the sound of a flowing stream.
Gagaran knew he had entered the opponent's territory. A trace of excitement and fervor appeared on his indifferent, dark green face.
"Hmph, still following?"
"Whatever you're planning, you'd better not show your face in front of me and interfere with a warrior's battle."
Gagaran glanced over his shoulder, snorted coldly, and continued forward.
Rustle rustle~
The lush, dense trees suddenly began to thin out, and a stream appeared in Gagaran's line of sight.
The trees on both sides of the riverbed were even taller. Their roots were tangled, and their leaves intertwined in the air to form a green dome over the stream. Vines hung down from the drooping foliage, touching the stream's surface.
The surrounding ground was covered over a large area with thick, muddy green moss, and an indescribable stench permeated the air.
Gagaran's nostrils twitched. His gaze immediately fell upon a damp-looking nest of wood and grass beneath the highest treetop next to the stream.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
Following Gagaran's arrival, the ogres living here surrounded him from all sides.
These ogres showed intense hostility, but upon seeing Gagaran's appearance, they all showed hesitation and glanced at one another.
"This... is... our... territory."
"Lea... leave!"
An ogre opened its mouth, releasing a foul stench, and spoke haltingly in a tone unused to communication.
"Bring out your leader."
Gagaran impatiently scanned the ordinary ogres, who were more than a head shorter than him.
"It's an enemy... invading our territory." The ogre that had just spoken's eyes instantly turned fierce, and it charged forward with its thick arms outstretched.
Bang!
The heavy spiked club swung. With a wail and a dull thud, the charging ogre was sent flying by the single blow, a blur of minced flesh and blood scattering through the air.
Faced with such a shocking scene.
The remaining ogres' faces filled with fear, and they backed away one by one.
If Gagaran had been of another race, the ogres, with their low intelligence, would have been scared but not cowed. However, due to their racial instincts, when faced with a stronger related race or a higher-tier species, ordinary ogres are more inclined to submit. They can even form a kind of symbiotic relationship with weaker creatures like goblins.
"Is there an intruder?!"
Just then, a roar came from the direction of the stream.
Boom!
