When the troll was roared and killed by the half-ogre, Gavin clearly felt that there was an invisible warm current injected into his body. This was the law of magic.
Although most of the magic laws were taken away by Roar, Gavin's professional level is low and there are few magic laws required for improvement. Even if it is a small part, the feeling is very obvious. If this situation happens two or three times again, Gavin will have to
Upgraded.
It has only been less than three months since Gavin opened the career template. This pace of upgrading is quite astonishing.
"Roar!" The half-ogre roared again, and the giant gnarled wooden club stained with the smelly troll blood smashed down at Gavin.
"Run away." Gavin kicked Goss away and sneered while avoiding Hou's attack, "Why, you dare to turn your back on me when you turn on the professional template? Don't forget, you can kill a giant.
Demon, what do you rely on? Strength alone is useless. The premise is that you can attack the enemy. Slow, is it still too slow? Can you be faster?"
Although he had a contemptuous attitude, Gavin's nerves became tense.
The barbarian can be said to be one of the most suitable choices for the half-ogre talent profession.
His special ability is to move quickly, which increases his movement speed by one-third.
Although this special ability is not like acceleration, which can increase attack speed, the simple increase in movement speed, coupled with the strength after violent rage and the substantial improvement in physical fitness, have also improved his explosive power.
The custom-made giant knobby wooden club is extremely easy to use, and it also slightly increases his attack speed.
Coupled with the growth of the Half-Ogre himself in the past ten days, the combination of several factors makes him more terrifying than when he first met.
The only good thing is that Gavin has thoroughly eaten the half-ogre, and his attack habits and routines are very clear, making it relatively easy to avoid him.
Even so, it turned into a real dance on the tip of a knife. Several times, I managed to escape by just a hair's breadth.
Gavin just dodged as much as possible, luring the half-ogre to attack, and rarely counterattacked.
He was waiting for the barbarian's rage to end.
The half-ogre who has just started his professional level roars, and this state will not last long at all.
Within half a minute, the half-ogre shriveled up. He looked very tired, his attack frequency slowed down, and his movement speed was no longer strong.
Attack and defense immediately switched. The one-handed sword in Gavin's hand roared at the half-ogre, a violent storm of output. The sword stayed close to the vital point. It didn't take long for the half-ogre's stab wounds to drip.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting... I surrender... I surrender... I didn't mean to attack you just now... I just couldn't control myself... I will never do it again... I will never do it again..."
The half-ogre's roar was no longer as arrogant as before. He only dared to cower and dodge, not daring to fight back at all, and begged for mercy again and again.
"Can't control yourself? I think you think you've become more capable and have the power to kill me." Gavin snorted angrily, and the attack had no intention of stopping. In this situation, he must be strangled in the cradle and left to him.
He taught him an unforgettable lesson so that even if he goes berserk in the future, he will not dare to do anything to himself.
"No, absolutely not... I will control it... I will definitely control it next time..." the half-ogre quickly promised.
"Look at me." Gavin suddenly stopped his attack and shouted suddenly.
"Okay..." The half-ogre roared in confusion, shrinking back and looking down at Gavin.
Blue light seemed to overflow from Gavin's eyes.
boom!
The half-ogre roared and felt an invisible heavy hammer hit his head. With a roar, he held his head and screamed.
wrong.
It's not like his head hasn't been hit with a heavy hammer.
There is no way to compare that feeling with what I feel now.
He felt like his brain was about to explode, and blood and brain matter were about to spurt out.
This feeling lasted for several seconds before slowly disappearing.
The half-ogre roared and stood up again, looking at Gavin with something different, a kind of fear coming from his bones.
It seems that my choice is correct. To deal with this physically strong guy, I should start from the mental point of view. I should have given this guy a mental blast long ago.
"The merits and demerits are equal, the ale originally rewarded to you tonight has been cancelled." Gavin's three physical, mental, and material punishment methods were activated at the same time.
"Ah?!" For the half-ogre Roar, this punishment was even more serious than the physical body, second only to the mental attack just now.
She curled up, feeling aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law who had been bullied, and did not dare to raise any objections.
Gavin ignored the half-ogre's roar and walked towards the goblin camp.
It is said to be a goblin camp, but in fact it is just a simple fence and wall, crooked, and very much in the style of goblin patchwork.
"What do you want to do...don't come over..."
From behind the fence, a cowering scream could be heard.
Just a moment ago, they witnessed their new guardian troll being roared by the half-ogre and fighting back with force.
The next moment, they witnessed the tyrannical half-ogre being taught the same lesson as his grandson by Gavin.
At this moment, in their eyes, Gavin, who did not look strong, was like a demon with evil aura, taller, stronger and more terrifying than a half-ogre.
Gavin stopped a dozen meters away from the goblin camp and said, "Tribute, triple tribute."
"Triple tribute? Why don't you kill us?"
"No, we don't have so many tributes."
There was another shouting of goblins inside.
"Three times the tribute, no less. You have only two choices. One is to send it out yourself, and the other is to go in and get it ourselves." Gavin said loudly, "Hoo."
"Sir, what are your orders?" The half-ogre trotted up, half-hunched over, and the flattering expression on his face was at least 80% similar to Goss's.
"Stand up straight and hold your chest up," Gavin scolded, "Don't do what Goss did, just obey the orders."
"Yes, sir." The half-ogre tightened his belly and lifted his chest.
"Number of dozens. If they don't send tribute, you will break down their door and rush in."
"No need to go to such trouble, I can rush in now." The half-ogre smiled ferociously and killed the troll, which greatly improved his self-confidence.
As for Gavin's failure, he didn't take it to heart at all. To be more precise, he was used to it. This was purely an exception.
"Huh?" Gavin snorted in displeasure. He had his own plan for letting the half-ogre do this.
The strength of the Black Well kobolds is still limited. One Black Well mine is enough for them to dig, and there is no need to expand it yet.
He is also unwilling to waste more energy on these goblins. The best way is to use threats and squeezes to stimulate their enthusiasm as much as possible and let them create residual value.
When Gavin's blue eyes fell on him, the half-ogre shivered and hurriedly said: "Count, count, I'll start counting right away, one...two...three..."
"No need to count, no need to count, we are willing to pay tribute, we are willing to pay..."
Soon the goblin camp was opened again, and several goblins came out, pushing me and pushing you.