Should we say that it is worthy of being the close perfect creation of the ancient sage?

Seeing the depressed expression on the ogre's face suddenly turned into a sinister smile. Except for the few ogres who protected the half-ling behind him, almost all the ogres surrounded him.

Esky began to transform all the chaos energy in the mana pool towards the direction of Metal Wind Chamon.

Almost a few seconds later, three knives with all the upper body of Bieski were smashed down, trying to turn him into a meat paste.

But what these ogres who drew their swords did not expect was that a violent yellow light flashed by, and there were thirty-eight fat pigs on the ground.

"Your mother! Just a few ogres!"

Esky actually consumed nearly two-thirds of his energy for transformation magic. He marveled at the resistance of the ancient sage creation to magic, while examining the fat pig and the trembling half-ling.

Being transformed successfully at least proves that there is no mage among these ogres, but mages are not something that can be obtained by a slave trader.

Walking to the fat pigs, Esky sternly said.

"I am your employer, the great spellcaster in this world, not that damn slave trader."

"I gave you enough respect, but obviously you didn't respect me enough."

"Now, standing lower than me, what do you think? Huh?"

"For example, you get up first and talk to Zogor."

The engineer said, with another yellow inspiration, Zorgor returned to his original state of three meters high and two meters wide.

The other ogres continued to hum on the ground, urging their companions from time to time.

"wizard!"

Zorgor was about to attack Esky when he saw a yellow light on his pink fingertips.

"What do you want? Zogor. Rayhoon? Our contract is still valid, right?"

Looking at the yellow light for a while, Zorgor's eyes swept back and forth at the tips of the fat pig and the engineer's claws, swallowed, grabbed the legs of some creature hanging on his waist, and chewed them with some unknown creature.

“Of course, it works.”

It was not until he returned to the dimensional stone and the black magic plant that Esky restored the other companions to their original state. It would be better to say that if he did not recover, he would be seen through his hands and feet.

Esky had already felt the huge amount of magic winds imposed on the ogres, becoming weak.

The recovered ogre immediately fell into a noisy, but the reason was that Esky had never expected - some ogres had mutated because of these high concentrations of metal winds produced by chaotic energy.

"Hey! Why! Wizard! This is not fair!"

An ogre yelled at Esky's mutant companion.

"Why can he have a second mouth! I have to have it too!"

"It's the big stomach god! I can eat more food!"

The mutated ogre's mind was not affected at all. Looking at the second mouth that suddenly appeared on his chest, he immediately smashed the stone beside him, turned it into the shape of his teeth, and placed it on the ground to start praying.

At this time, Esky suddenly realized that it would be fine if this thing has high chaotic resistance and magic resistance.

Even Chaos mutation is not a serious matter for this race.

However, it was not until I really learned about the ogre race that Esky fully realized that his ignorance was more than that.

"Are you a female ogre?"

Esky looked at the ogre with a beard and said in shock in the ogre.

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