Lagrun stared at the Ogres before him in shock.
In truth, as the Demon Hunters' contact, there were very few things that could surprise the innkeeper, and Ogres were certainly not among them.
But more than a hundred Ogres were beyond that range.
Lagrun knew how powerful Ogres were.
Their towering size gave these monsters strength far beyond that of ordinary people, while their armor-like skin ignored small-caliber handguns.
Given suitable terrain, such monsters could easily wipe out a fully armed squad of ten.
And now, there were enough Ogres to drag more than half of Edshire into a whirlpool of destruction.
"Fall back!"
The innkeeper shouted at Smith, but raised his gun and pulled the trigger himself.
Bang!
The shotgun pellets spread outward, enveloping the nearest Ogre and tearing its flesh apart.
Roar!
The pain made the Ogre roar at the top of its lungs, but the roar abruptly stopped.
The massive, door-sized blade of the long-handled battle axe came straight down, splitting the roaring Ogre in two. Then, the descending axe swung sharply to the left, sending one leg of the bisected Ogre flying while cleaving the nearest Ogre at the waist.
Thick blood sprayed across the ground, carrying a vile stench.
The Ogres froze for a moment, then roared one after another.
The deaths of their kind and the scent of blood stirred them, sending them charging at Lagrun in an instant.
Lagrun did not retreat.
His inn stood behind him.
His guests were staying inside it.
Protecting the guests staying at his inn was his creed.
More than a hundred Ogres had surprised him, but that was absolutely no reason for him to back down.
Click, click!
Bang!
Amid the crisp sound of loading, the shotgun spat fire again.
And that was its final shot.
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