The howling gale was mixed with a nauseating stench as the ogres, bulky and corpulent, surrounded the city like a black tide; no matter which side of the wall you stood on, you could only see the terrifying monsters, each resembling a small hill fortress.
These ogres were all over three meters tall, with coarse blue-black skin beneath which lay thick fat and muscles brimming with astounding power.
When such monsters charge, even a galloping warhorse would be overturned, and fully armored knights would be trampled into mud.
Thus, even a lone wandering ogre could become a major threat to towns, requiring missions to invite adventurers and mercenary corps to deal with them. When ogres gather in groups, they pose a genuine threat to cities.
But now, the ogres gathered outside the city numbered in the thousands, with the leading ogre chief being utterly terrifying, standing nearly eight meters tall like a towering iron fortress on the move.
