For an ordinary person, such injuries would have already caused unconsciousness, perhaps even posed a threat to their life. If they had been any frailer, they might have died on the spot.
Normally, their brains would have been reduced to mush.
But this ogre was different. Earlier, when Andrei and Ivan had dug out the little ogre's brain, they discovered that an ogre's brain was half the size of an ordinary human's.
Yet it was far more resilient, like dried fruit.
Perhaps that was why heavy blows did not easily give them concussions. Even now, with an axe embedded in its head, it had merely gotten stuck, and the creature could still move freely.
Its brain was too small; the axe had not gone deep enough.
Still, the blow had seriously injured the ogre. Its nerves had been affected, and it weakly staggered as it pulled the iron hook from its waist.
It swung upward in a reverse diagonal slash.
Nate dodged in time, narrowly avoiding being crippled. The ogre seemed to have been badly hurt as well.
Among the prisoners who had run off, the Black boss Floyd had not actually left completely. After seeing Nate inflict a potentially fatal wound on the ogre, he turned back once more.
He was not the only one. The other two prisoners also turned back without prior agreement.
Because there was something immensely tempting here: the gold inside those armored trucks.
And, more importantly, there was the ogre's beat-up car!
If there had been only one of those things, they might have hesitated before returning, wondering whether it was worth it.
But a car and gold!
Put those two together, and it was the perfect combination—a vehicle loaded with gold and capable of carrying them away. What a beautiful, tempting picture.
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