Boom!
The massive spiked club slammed into the ground, sending snow spraying in all directions and rattling the surrounding bushes and low trees.
This monster!
The corner of Nicholas Green's eye twitched as his gaze settled on the owner of that spiked club.
It was a Two-headed Ogre.
Over three meters tall and powerfully built, it stood with its blue-gray skin exposed to the cold wind, looking as hard and cold as slabs of carved rock.
This Two-headed Ogre was a Yin-Yang Ogre. Its two heads perched on its shoulders like forked branches, one on either side, unequal in size. The slightly larger head looked very young, with smooth skin and pale white tusks hanging down from the corners of its mouth, a few strands of fresh flesh still clinging to them. The slightly smaller head was ancient, its wrinkled skin piled in folds that all but concealed its eyes.
But to Nicholas, the aged head was more dangerous than the younger one.
Wizards had countless ways to deal with ordinary ogres that could only swing clubs. An older ogre head, however, could pick up a few spells of Shaman Magic over the years even if it was not a priest, making such creatures particularly troublesome.
Of course, these judgments were still only gut feelings.
The Edge Hunting Team was hiding inside the Magic Barrier they had erected. Following the School Hunt Team's advice, they were doing their best to keep a low profile and had no intention of getting involved with this ogre that had suddenly appeared.
"Hiss!"
Iseni, the fishman sitting cross-legged on the ground, twitched the slender fins behind his neck and suddenly muttered, "This... hiss... ogre... hiss... is really ugly! Not nice to look at!"
In all fairness, Nicholas did not think Iseni had any right