Chapter 190 Cleaning up the battlefield
With the end of the war and the destruction of the Frost Giant Tribe, the army of the Kingdom of Ashes quickly cleaned up the devastated battlefield, plundered the spoils at will, and transported the Frost Giant slaves back to Northwind Keep.

Players were having a lot of fun touching corpses unscrupulously on the smoke-filled battlefield.

"What a good thing! The frost giant's eyeball is mine!"

"Can this finger create a giant elixir?"

"What a big bone stick! How much soup can be made from it?"

"Do you think the giant's roots are some kind of tonic? We should cut two roots and bring them back. Hehe, maybe they can be used in future version updates. Damn, it's so heavy. Come and help me carry it. I don't have enough strength to lift it."

"You are so disgusting, stay away from me with that thing of yours!"

"No, don't you know what you are talking about? There will be so many perverts when the server opens, this thing will definitely sell out, even if it's just an exhibit!"

The players were like a group of vultures, accepting everyone and sweeping across the ruined battlefield. Even the ogres, who usually had the custom of eating their own kind, were frightened.

The ogre known as "Big Head" looked at the group of hungry players and sneered.

"Huh, what a bunch of barbarians."

"When our civilized ogres eat the elders of the family, they have to clean these things up, and they are not picky."

Big Head tore off a piece of meat from the Frost Giant's arm, looked around, and when he saw that no one was paying attention to him, he stuffed the piece of meat into his mouth and began to chew it with satisfaction.

"Big Head, you're eating humanoids again!"

A familiar voice sounded in Big Head's ears.

He was so scared that the meat in his mouth dropped to the ground. He looked around tremblingly, but did not see Trump's tall figure.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a magic force field in the shape of a wooden stick appeared above his head.

"Ouch!"

"Boss, I'm really getting more and more confused."

Big Head was in so much pain that he threw away the piece of meat he had just picked up and touched the bump on his head with grievance.

In the tent in the center of the battlefield, Trump felt the spell being triggered and a pleased smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Humph, this is what happens to those who don't obey discipline."

This is Trump's self-created second-level spell [Trump's Ogre Discipline Spell]. Once it identifies that his ogres have violated the established rules, it will send an alarm to Trump and automatically create a magic wooden stick to knock the reckless ogre unconscious.

Trump was very proud of this. He firmly believed that sooner or later he would cultivate the ogres into an intelligent and civilized race. By then, the ogres would become the symbol of wisdom and strength on this continent and the most perfect race after the red dragons.

"Ouch!"

Big Head's wailing sounded again.

Trump's face darkened and his arms trembled slightly.

"Ouch! Why are you coming again?!"

The familiar voice sounded again.

Trump's face was covered with a thick layer of haze, and his ugly face was so dark that water could drip from it.

The ogre magician picked up the club from the ground, veins on his arms bulged, and rushed out of the tent aggressively.

"Bighead! Do you want to die?" Mantou and Singo landed on the ground and led the flying dragon to search for spoils on the ground. They also touched some eyeballs and fingers of the frost giants as materials. As for those extremely large, rough and simple weapons and armor, they were not interested in them at all.

Mantou complained: "I feel like we haven't even started to exert our strength yet, and all these frost giants have already fallen. We can only stand here and watch the battle cg of the camp boss."

Singo asked, "So how many frost giants did you kill?"

Mantou touched his nose awkwardly: "Didn't I successfully contain a frost giant?"

"vegetable."

Singo made his comment expressionlessly before continuing, "The authorities really didn't do a good job of balancing the game this time. The difficulty of the main quest was set too high, which made players feel uninvolved. Only high-end professional players like me could kill one or two frost giants and gain some insignificant results."

Mantou was already used to this person's blatant pretense, so he simply ignored the topic and turned to ask, "What should I do next? I have the last ten days of retirement, and I have already accumulated a lot of experience. I am just waiting for the server to open and remove the level limit so that I can level up."

Singo was about to answer when someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

"Singo!"

He turned his head and saw a shiny bald head - it was the natural war maniac.

This veteran barbarian player was covered in the blood of frost giants, with a string of frost giant fingers hanging around his neck, and he was smiling happily.

"Let me tell you, I had a great time just now. I used the Giant Transformation and Speed ​​​​Up spells to charge forward, jumped directly from behind, wrapped my arms around the frost giant and started to choke him naked—"

As he was talking excitedly, the natural war maniac made a gesture with great interest.

"With a snap, the frost giant was strangled to death by me. What a satisfying battle!"

"Also, there was a frost giant that tried to attack me from behind, so I turned around and chopped him down."

As Mantou listened to Tiansheng's excited description of the battle, he couldn't help but shed sweat of shame when he thought of his own experience of being hit by stones and chased all over the sky by the Frost Giants.

Sure enough, people's joys and sorrows are not the same.

"You are here!"

Another clear female voice was heard, it was the autumn rain on a summer night.

But she didn't pick up any weird stuff like Frost Giant eyeballs or Frost Giant fingers. She just recorded a few Everfrost Runes to see if they could be triggered in the future.

"I got a pretty good harvest this time. Fire is very effective against frost giants."

Xia Ye Qiuyu's body was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and red scales were faintly visible on her face. It was obvious that she had just used the dragon blood to cast a spell. It was said that she had joined a certain group of fire caster players called "Five Fireball God Cult". Everyone in the cult were avid fireball enthusiasts, and they were just waiting to start firing fireballs crazily after the server was opened.

The natural warrior rubbed his bald head in dismay: "Qiuyu's playstyle has become more and more violent recently. I was fighting with a frost giant, and she cast a fire spell on me, almost burning me to a crisp."

Xia Ye Qiu Yu, with a flushed face, defended himself: "Hey, he didn't burn to death, did he?"

The professional team once nicknamed the "Black Four" gathered together again.

Mantou was the first to speak up and suggested, "Everyone, it's the end of the internal beta test. There are only a few days left before the server is shut down. We are all here, so why don't we team up to explore the Khalkha Mountains and see if we can get lucky and pick up a magic weapon or something."

Singo stroked his chin, thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

The natural warrior wiped his bald head, which was already covered with patina, and said with a chuckle: "I have no problem either."

(End of this chapter)