The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 336: Chapter 336 Fighting The Ogres 8

The longer the fight dragged on, the more her stamina would wane. By the time Zion recovered, she might already be exhausted, pinned in place as the monsters’ sole target. And if fatigue dulled her movements, if she failed to dodge even once, the outcome would be disastrous.

Hearing her command, the warriors suddenly had an epiphany. Their eyes widened for a moment, then hardened with determination. Without wasting time, they spread out, encircling the two rampaging ogres.

The monsters didn’t even spare the werewolves a glance as they barreled forward in their berserk frenzy. The warriors quickly realized that even if they all joined forces at once, the ogres’ sheer power might still drag them forward.

So instead, they made a tactical decision to focus on one ogre at a time. By pooling their strength against a single target, they could pin it down long enough for Addison to strike the killing blow.

Once one ogre fell, the second would be far easier to contain, and they could repeat the same strategy to finish the fight.

Once the idea was set, everyone relayed it through the mindlink and moved with seamless coordination. Just like they had done with the second ogre, the warriors swarmed the third ogre, this time with even greater precision.

Not one or two, but at least three werewolves sank their fangs into each of its limbs, locking it down with sheer force.

Addison seized the opening, dashing forward. She slipped past the first ogre’s frenzied swings, keeping enough distance to avoid being toppled by the violent gusts of wind each strike generated.

The choice to target the third ogre became clear as it was the smarter move. The first one had already lost its weapon and couldn’t immediately uproot another tree, not while they were fighting in the middle of the wide road, which was practically a clearing.

To get another weapon, it would need to run to the treeline on the side or to its dead third brother, and by then Addison and the others could already finish off the third ogre and turn their full strength against the last.

After all, without a weapon, the ogre’s reach was severely reduced, giving the warriors more opportunities to close in and strike. Leaving the third ogre for last would have only made things harder, but taking it down first ensured the fight would be much easier to handle.

Addison slipped her sword into her magic bag, freeing herself to run at full speed without the weight of her sword slowing her down. She darted forward unhindered, careful not to get too close to the first ogre as she weaved past its frenzied movements.

In mere moments, she reached the third ogre, which thrashed violently under the grip of the werewolves pinning it down.

It wasn’t until Addison closed the distance, barely three meters away, that the first ogre realized something was wrong. Its brother hadn’t followed and was instead being restrained by dozens of snapping jaws and clawed grips.

But by the time the monster understood, it was already too late. Addison stood before the pinned ogre, drew her sword from the magic bag in one fluid motion, and with a decisive strike, brought the blade down.

The third ogre struggled weakly against the warriors’ relentless grip, unable to break free. It roared furiously at Addison, but before its rage could be unleashed, its world spun upside down.

Only then did it realize, too late, that its head had been severed from its body. With eyes wide open in shock, the ogre’s head hit the ground, and its life ended in an instant.

”Alright! Last one, hang in there!” Addison roared, her voice carrying both excitement and determination as she urged everyone on. Holding down an ogre was no small feat; the monster thrashed wildly, draining the warriors’ strength with every violent struggle.

Compared to them, Addison had it easier; her task was simply to keep her distance and draw the ogre’s attention. As long as its attention remained locked on her, it never noticed the warriors steadily closing in, until at last, they managed to pin it down.

Unfortunately, Addison’s luck seemed to end with that last kill. The first ogre, after witnessing its brother’s death, erupted into full berserk mode.

Its skin flushed blood-red, its eyes darkened to a hellish black-crimson, and thick veins bulged across its body as its already massive frame swelled with even more muscle and became even bulkier than before, as if it was about to burst apart.

As if it got demonized in that instant.

The sight made Addison’s heart skip a beat.

’What’s going on?!’ Addison panicked inwardly as the once slow ogre suddenly surged forward with terrifying speed. It barreled straight into the warriors beside her, its massive body slamming them into the trees with a sickening crash.

The sound of bones snapping echoed through the clearing, snapping Addison out of her daze. Her eyes widened in horror before she screamed at the top of her lungs, ”Everyone, move! Scatter!”

She didn’t waste a second, bolting into motion herself.

From the looks of it, the three ogre brothers seemed to share a terrifying special ability. Not only did it allow them to fight with uncanny coordination, but whenever one of them died, the survivors entered a berserk state.

And with each death, that frenzy intensified, almost as if the strength of the fallen brothers was being transferred to the one still standing. Addison had no proof of this theory, but the signs were there.

When she killed the second ogre, she had noticed the remaining two suddenly move faster. At the time, she dismissed it as them simply pushing past their limits in a frenzy. But now, seeing the last one transform before her eyes, she realized it wasn’t just rage pushing them to their limit; it was something far more dangerous.

The moment the warriors heard Addison’s desperate shout to scatter, they snapped out of their daze and bolted in every direction. Still, worry gnawed at them as their ears picked up the sickening crack of bones from those who had been sent flying earlier.

Even without checking, their hearts sank; they knew their packmates had likely perished on impact. The sting of grief burned in their eyes, but there was no time to mourn.

The moment Addison broke into a run, the berserk ogre’s black crimson-red, beady eyes locked onto her. With a furious bellow, it charged like an enraged bull. Addison’s heart sank; she knew she couldn’t outrun it.

Even at her fastest, she was no match for the creature’s frenzied speed. Gritting her teeth, she threw herself to the right just as the ogre hurled its massive body at her, aiming to crush and fling her away like it had done to the others.

By sheer instinct and timing, she narrowly avoided the impact. Had she been a second slower, she would’ve been tossed like a rag doll and torn apart from the inside before even hitting the ground.

After all, she was far more fragile than the warriors around her. Even as she evaded, she wasn’t left unscathed. Diving to the side, gravel and jagged stones tore into her skin, scraping her palm as she dug it into the ground to brake her skid and ready herself for another attack.