Rescue

As the Ogre Shaman shouted, the two horns atop its head even swayed, as if they were about to grow several inches longer.

The cold cruelty in its gaze at the crowd made it clear that there was not the slightest falsehood in its words.

Everyone in the party looked as though they were on the verge of tears.

They looked around, but could not see the slightest glimmer of hope.

Even if there had been one, the overwhelming disparity in numbers had smothered it completely.

At this moment, the dozen or so of them were surrounded by countless ogres, while Wyverns circled and swooped overhead without pause, as if ready to snatch someone away at any moment.

"Ah!"

Someone suddenly cried out in alarm. Among the ogre ranks, they had spotted Earth transmigrators just like themselves.

Most wore numb expressions. Their hands were tightly bound with hemp rope, and they were being led along behind the ogre army like slaves being transported and sold in ancient times.

Quite a few had been tormented by their ordeal until they were barely clothed.

Several troublemakers who had resisted during their capture had even had their shoulder blades pierced and threaded together with iron wire, leaving them utterly unable to move.

As for those who had passed out from the pain, they were dragged along the ground. To an ogre with at least 21 Strength, a human's weight was no burden at all.

This was no longer an escort of prisoners. It was more like driving livestock.

Seeing their own kind in such misery, Zhao Xu finally clenched his fists.

The members of his party ground their teeth. Having grown used to the comfortable lives they had once led on Earth, they found it hard to imagine such a horrific sight.

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