At Zheng Qing's command, Zhang Jixin, who had long been itching to fight, shot out like a cannonball. Dirt exploded beneath his feet as he crashed into the bluish-white mist outside the camp.
The Blue Giant followed close behind, striding through the shattered camp gate. He thrust both hands into the mist and gave a hard scoop and pull. A rain of blood poured down from above, instantly staining nearly half the mist red. He had already torn apart an Ogre bound by vines.
The attack had gone so smoothly that Zheng Qing began to wonder whether the Two-headed Ogre lived up to its name at all. He even considered having the Little Witch, who had been mostly useless in the hunting team, take over maintaining the Binding Spell so he could head onto the battlefield and rack up some achievements himself.
Thinking this, he subconsciously glanced to the side, toward Li Meng.
The Little Witch was hugging her spellbook and standing behind Jiang Yu, watching the bluish-white mist outside the camp with great interest. Far from being frightened by the bloodshed, she looked eager to give it a try. If they had not repeatedly ordered her to behave before the battle, Zheng Qing would have wagered that she would already be standing atop the round little dirt mound behind her—nearly a meter tall—and shouting encouragement for the You Zui Hunting Team.
Smiling to himself, the young scholarship student withdrew his gaze... Wait. This camp had been leveled before, then blown apart by the Ogres. Where had a round little dirt mound come from?
The instant Zheng Qing looked away, he suddenly whipped his head back around and looked behind Li Meng.
But it was already too late. The little mound behind the Little Witch rose and fell like a