Evolving Silver Dragon

38 037 That is the devil

Translator: 549690339

“Join me! Or be squashed by me!”

Wuga pointed the tree trunk that he used as a weapon at Mega Fatty. Mega Fatty’s size was absolutely tall among the Ogres, but compared to him, it was far from enough.

He didn’t really care about those traitors at all. Following the strong was the Ogre’s nature.

The dozens of Ogres around him were also slowly won over by his strength.

As for the half-elf, the delicious-looking little treat, only he was qualified to enjoy!

As long as he defeated the strongest Ogre opposite him, both the traitors and the delicious little treat would belong to him.

Thinking of this, a cruel smile appeared on Wuga’s face.

Obviously, he misunderstood something, but from the perspective of an Ogre, how could he think that Sofia was actually the leader of those Ogres.

Wuga said this in Giant language, and Mega Fatty kindly translated it for Sofia.

Sofia glanced at the two-headed Ogre and then showed a disgusted expression.

It was really too ugly!

In her eyes, although Ogres were already ugly, this guy was just too much for her to accept.

Two heads, double the ugliness, Sofia wanted to get a group of Ogres to help Otto, but this guy was obviously not within her consideration.

“Kill him for me!”

Upon receiving Sofia’s order, the smiling Mega Fatty stepped forward, facing Wuga with a fire stick covered in patches.

Upon seeing the strongest Ogre on the opposite side coming forward, Wuga was ready for battle.

However, after seeing Mega Fatty’s actions clearly, Wuga hesitated a bit.

What was this guy trying to do? Why was he using a broken stick as a weapon?

He looked at Sofia sitting on top of Mega Fatty, and his doubts grew even deeper.

Wouldn’t this affect his actions during combat?

Wuga had fought many battles and faced many opponents, including Ogres, Orcs, and Trolls, but he had never been so confused about the situation like this time.

Before he could figure it out, a basketball-sized fireball provided him with the answer.

The speed of the fireball was astonishingly fast. Even at such a close distance, it was tough for Mega Fatty to miss such a large target, no matter how bad his aim was.

Wuga’s huge size made him an excellent target.

At the moment when the fireball was about to hit Wuga, the two-headed Ogre finally reacted.

The dried tree trunk that served as his weapon was like a shield blocking his body, but it could only slightly hinder the fireball’s momentum.

“Boom!”

With a loud explosion, the dried tree trunk was directly blown into pieces, and the power of the fireball was only slightly weakened.

Once the tree trunk was gone, the fireball directly hit Wuga’s fatty belly.

The scorching high temperature pierced his stomach, and amid Wuga’s screams, his huge body was sent flying several meters by the fireball.

A large hole was blown open in his stomach, with the burnt parts emitting black smoke and shattered organs scattered everywhere.

There were still some broken pieces of dried wood sticking into his body, and their shape had become as sharp as flying knives due to the impact of the fireball explosion.

Wuga screamed and struggled to climb up, but his strength quickly left his body.

He only felt that his body was extremely cold, and then complete darkness enveloped him.

Everything happened so suddenly that most of the Ogres didn’t even realize what had happened.

Wuga was dead, killed by a sudden fireball that appeared out of nowhere, leaving the Ogres leaderless and plunged into chaos.

Although Wuga was their leader, not a single Ogre had the thought of avenging him.

Monsters’ lives are extremely brutal, and the birth of a new leader often comes at the cost of the old leader’s blood and life.

Since Mega Fatty was also an Ogre, according to the monsters’ customs, he had become the new leader of this group of Ogres.

However, not all the Ogres were willing to submit to Mega Fatty so easily; a slightly smaller Ogre than Wuga stood up, brandishing his stone hammer and roaring loudly.

The other Ogres automatically made way for him, opening a path to Mega Fatty. He wanted to challenge him.

If he could defeat him, he would become the new leader of the Ogres and inherit the coveted name of Wuga.

He had challenged Wuga before, though it always ended in failure.

However, he still believed that if it weren’t for Wuga having two heads and a clear vision, he would never be a match for him.

The new challenger ignited the Ogres’ enthusiasm, some of them pounding their chests and roaring, while others struck the ground with their thick clubs, making the scene even more lively.

Mega Fatty stared at his new opponent with a disdainful sneer on his face. In his view, all it took was another fireball to easily finish him off.

He raised his patched-up Fire Stick, and behind him, Little Fatty and the other five Ogres all had expressions of dread mixed with anticipation.

“Ha!”

Mega Fatty howled as he waved his Magic Wand, and the challenging Ogre instinctively held the stone hammer to his chest.

A flash of light appeared, the fire elements in the air rapidly gathering together, but did not form a basketball-sized fireball.

After emitting a small whirlpool of magical power, it turned into sparks and white smoke, dissipating at the original spot.

Clearly, the spellcasting had failed, and the scene suddenly became awkward …

Mega Fatty’s mouth twitched, and Sofia rolled her eyes. This idiot had no concept of magic power.

The fireball that had killed Wuga earlier had already consumed all his magic power reserves; if he wanted to continuously cast Fireball skill in a short period of time.

He would either need to control his magic power output or increase his own magic power reserves.

Of course, these things would have to be taught by Sofia later on.

The Ogre who had come to challenge Mega Fatty was initially somewhat afraid, but after waiting for a long time, he didn’t feel any discomfort.

He touched his body, and upon confirming he hadn’t been injured, a ferocious smile appeared on his ugly face.

Without much thought, he brandished his beloved stone hammer and charged at Mega Fatty with a furious roar.

The position of the leader, the name, and that delicious little snack would all be his!

However, just a few steps in, he immediately dropped his weapon and fell to the ground in terror.

He buried his head as deep into the ground as possible to express his fear and submission.

A huge fireball with a diameter of nearly three meters, emanating an astonishing heat, suddenly stopped like a yoyo on a string right in front of him.

If he hadn’t surrendered quickly enough, this fireball would have turned him into charcoal already.

Sitting on Mega Fatty’s back, Sofia looked at him coldly.

Under her control, the huge fireball changed its trajectory and directly created a terrifying deep pit of fire on the nearby flat ground.

It was a scene straight out of hell; all the Ogres looked at Sofia in horror, and the same thought emerged in their minds simultaneously.

That was not food, but a demon…