"Thirty-three meters below our current level, 1,336 meters to the west, is the most precise entrance location." O'dor put away the spatial calculator and spoke to the other two.
Following O'dor's gaze, the two saw a hill suddenly appear before them.
Kyle rose into the air above the hill, summoned two Putlock's Secondary Guns, and hurled them at it.
"Boom—"
A terrifying explosion rang out and spread in all directions.
Fish and shrimp floated to the river's surface, most of them stunned unconscious.
Thirty kilometers west of this location, inside an Ogre camp, a Two-Headed Ogre that had been sleeping soundly suddenly sat bolt upright, its pupils dilating.
After a long while, its vision gradually cleared. The Two-Headed Ogre panted heavily, braced its hands against the ground, and said shakily, "M-Move... move... T-Terrifying."
"F-Filig... you... you were... were right... M-Move... move."
Ever since encountering that damned Black Dragon last time, the Two-Headed Ogre had placed a detection spell on itself. It could scout movements within a ten-kilometer radius, allowing it to flee when danger approached.
Yet this terrifying tremor had come from beyond the detection range, which meant a powerful being had appeared nearby.
"Great masters, what do you require of your humble servant?" A Goblin entered the cave, knelt on the ground, and trembled.
"Inform my slaves. Prepare to migrate west."
"As you command."
The Goblin servant naturally did not dare ask unnecessary questions. All it needed to do was pass along the Two-Headed Ogre's orders.
As for Goblin servants with too much curiosity, they were all among that pile of White Bone nearby.
Above the deep pit, no one could have imagined that this hundred-meter-wide crater had been a hill more than forty meters tall just ten minutes earlier.
Kyle looked at his handiwork and nodded in satisfaction.