Osborne stared in astonishment at a man behind him.
A trace of shock showed in his eyes. Rage surged through him, but his hands never stopped moving. He swung his weapon and cut straight through an incoming Frostbolt.
He was completely unharmed. An attack powerful enough to pierce his skull had failed to inflict any damage whatsoever. It was unbelievable, defying everything Osborne knew.
And it was not just him. Osborne deliberately glanced at the others and found that nearly all of them were the same. The only people actually injured were those who had not drunk the water from the gourd.
Naturally, this discovery reminded Osborne of what Rex had done. His doubts about Rex's words turned into belief.
He shouted, "Charge!"
How could he let an opportunity like this slip away? If he did, he would not be Osborne.
Originally, he had still been worried about this battle.
The army he led behind him could already be considered well trained simply for charging toward the ogres alongside him.
Had they been a newly assembled army, problems would have arisen long ago. The thousands of ogres rushing out moved like thunder, making a tremendous racket and exerting a crushing pressure.
Frostbolts kept flying toward them, but no one was afraid anymore. Every scrap of unease in the hearts of the soldiers at the very front vanished at that moment.
Their confidence soared, rising into fervor.
Magical attacks had no effect on them at all. They no longer had any doubts about Rex's instructions.
They shouted, "Long live Gilneas!"
They charged swiftly after Osborne. As the ogres and humans drew closer, the ogre mage corps stationed at the rear stopped its magical attacks.
The ogre mage corps consisted entirely of two-headed ogre mages. Ogre mages differed greatly from human mages.