Two-headed Ogre Warrior

It seemed ogres had a rather poor rate of armor use. Zong Shen did not know whether ogres simply disliked wearing armor or lacked suitable forging techniques.

Now that he thought about it, both reasons probably played a part.

Zong Shen remembered that Boswell's guards had all worn light armor.

Though they had also looked somewhat slovenly, it was still far better than going around unarmored.

As the ogres came charging up before him, Zong Shen set aside his thoughts.

To six-meter-tall ogres, Zong Shen was little more than a tiny speck.

Though they were slow-witted, they had just arrived and did not dare act carelessly. Bracing themselves on their massive spiked clubs, they dropped to one knee, lowered their heads, and greeted him in deep, muffled voices.

"Great Lord, whether cliff tops or ravines, all shall be trampled beneath your feet."

"Please accept our loyalty."

The six heads spoke over one another. They might have looked foolish, but they were quite practiced in this speech.

"Welcome to the fold!"

"Please rise, six warriors!"

Zong Shen declared loudly.

That was right—six warriors. Though they were three [Two-headed Ogre Warriors], each of their heads possessed an independent consciousness and personality!

From that perspective, it was more appropriate to call the three [Two-headed Ogre Warriors] before him "six warriors." Otherwise, he might very well anger three of those heads.

It was not Zong Shen who was flamboyant; this world simply had too many varied circumstances.

Hearing Zong Shen call them warriors, all six heads broke into smiles and slowly rose to their feet.

The spiked clubs in their hands were over three meters long. Compared to their bodies, that only amounted to half their height.

Yet by ordinary human standards, the [Two-headed Ogre Warriors] were each holding a tree as tall as