Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Ogre Raid
Deep within the dense forest.
The sun drifted southward, yet the mountain noon remained cool beneath the canopy’s shade. A gentle breeze carried the fragrance of wild grass and a whisper of chill, soothing the travelers.
Though such comfort couldn’t erase the weariness of trekking, those with poor stamina—or lacking a master’s skill—would still collapse after a morning of relentless climbing.
Nidalee, clad in animal-hide boots, deliberately maintained a pace brisk for ordinary folk.
As a druid of the Circle of the Land and a part-time hunter-modeled ranger, these mountains were her favored terrain. Without consuming a shred of magic, she leaped uphill and downslope with ease, swift as if crossing flat ground.
Yet for adventurers outside these classes, such speed was taxing. Nidalee paid no mind to her teammates—or rather, she intended this.
She aimed to test the strength of Charles’s trio. Were they truly capable, or just sheltered nobles oblivious to the wild’s dangers?
So far...
After two unbroken hours covering over twenty mountainous miles, only Charles showed slight flush. Yet he neither lagged nor complained.
As for Ruth and Sephera? Not a pant, not a pulse out of place, as if another dozen miles would be trivial.
Tch. To openly post a bounty on Zenith’s head... They came prepared after all. Not to be underestimated.
Very well then...
She pivoted abruptly, quickening her steps until emerging at a pebble-strewn creek. "We’ll rest here. You must be tired. Eat, then we press on—aim to arrive before sunset for your reconnaissance."
Charles halted as well. Two hours of nonstop walking had indeed left him weary, so without much thought, he gave a slight nod. "Mm, let’s take a break."
As he spoke, he and the two witches stepped onto the pebbles, making their way to the riverbank. They set down their backpacks and settled onto a large, clean rock, then pulled out rations—hardtack bread, dried radish, beef jerky, and the like—preparing for a quick, makeshift meal.
Before eating, he consumed his remaining spell slots, casting extended Longstrider and protective spells on himself, leaving only two points in reserve. Only then did he eat slowly, using this hour-long lunch to restore his state to full.
The two witches only ate symbolically before finishing. Then, Ruth stayed by his side, holding a waterskin to his lips, while Sephera took another, now-empty waterskin to fill from the river.
Their meticulous service made Nidalee frown slightly. Are they here to adventure or to picnic?
Hmph. Soon, they’ll learn—this is a perilous wilderness, a man-eating forest, no place for carelessness!
With that thought, she suddenly looked up, puzzled.
Strange. Why hasn’t it happened yet?
Whatever. Time to eat.
Silently chanting an incantation, she cast Goodberry, conjuring a cluster of crimson berries in her palm. She plucked one and popped it into her mouth.
These divine berries, reformed from nature’s energies, could sustain a person for an entire day with just one. So, with a druid in the party, there was little need to carry much food.
Though even so, most would rather pack extra rations than drag a useless druid along.
Ahem.
At that moment, the two groups maintained an almost-stranger’s distance, each handling their meals. Though slower than Nidalee, Charles’s group finished quickly. He was about to rest his head on Ruth’s thighs for a quick nap to recover stamina—
But then, Ruth’s expression shifted. She frowned, glancing behind them.
Sephera sensed it too but chose to voice it: "Is something approaching? I hear noises."
Charles’s eyes snapped open. "I feel it too. Stay alert—prepare for battle!"
He rolled to his feet, inhaling sharply as he shifted into battle state. Nidalee gave a slight nod, then drew her throwing spear, gaze fixed ahead.
And then, they saw them—three ogres, each nearly five meters tall, wielding uprooted trees as greatclubs, charging down the mountainside. "ROAR—!"
They had sparse black hair, brown skin, and filthy, matted fur. Their bodies were grotesquely wide, with massive bellies, clad only in patchwork animal hide armor around their waists—like frenzied primitives!
Charles’s pupils constricted.
This is an ogre nest?
We rested here?
No—Nidalee, a hunter, led us here on purpose?
His peripheral vision caught Nidalee feigning panic as she shouted: "Ogres! Damn it, don’t engage them head-on! Take cover in the woods—their size hinders them there!"
Even as she spoke, she was already retreating, darting into the dense woods behind them and quickly putting distance between herself and the group.
Damn it! This Nidalee is definitely suspicious!
He gritted his teeth silently, suppressing his anger for now. "Do as she says!" he roared before turning to sprint toward the woods.
But even with Longstrider’s enhancement, human legs could never outrun five-meter ogres. The distance between them closed rapidly—Charles could actually hear their slobbering gulps!
Yet he remained completely calm inside. Just three of them? Not impossible to handle.
Hell, Nidalee alone could probably take them down with proper maneuvering!
Ogres had notoriously low Intelligence, living primitive and savage lifestyles. They relied entirely on their thick, rough hides and overwhelming brute strength in battle: they couldn’t even craft proper weapons, just scavenged for clubs to use. Even if they found metal weapons, they’d either discard them immediately or—in their stupidity—try to swallow them whole!
If not for their massive size advantage, they would’ve gone extinct long ago.
Therefore, with proper use of terrain and some clever tactics, eliminating them all here wasn’t beyond possibility.
Like using those woods behind them!
With that thought, Charles sprinted deeper into the trees, then whirled to face the charging ogres. He backpedaled in quick, measured steps, gauging the distance.
Ruth and Sephera flanked him, waiting. The moment the lead ogre crashed through the branches—its bulk snagging on the dense foliage—Charles struck.
Shadowfell’s darkness unleashed from his fingertips, coiling around the brute.
Hexblade’s Curse.
His first time using it since becoming a Hexblade. Previous foes hadn’t been worth the effort.
Today’s different.
The curse’s thirty-meter range kept him safe—for now. He’d need precision; Eldritch Blast alone wouldn’t drop these monsters.
The ogre shuddered as the curse’s chill seeped into its veins. Charles leapt back, yanked the Storm Warhammer from his hip, and hurled it with a twist of magic.
WHOOSH—CRACK!
"GRAAAGH—!"
The electrified hammer smashed between the ogre’s eyes. Lightning detonated on impact, sending birds screeching skyward as the brute collapsed to one knee, dazed.
Perfect. Now it’s a punching bag.
The hammer’s recall spell snapped it back to his grip. He sheathed it, then traced twin Magic Circles in the air—
BANG! BANG!
Two Eldritch Blasts struck true, carving bloody craters into the ogre’s torso. Though its thick hide absorbed most damage, the creature’s twisted expression told Charles everything - Hexblade’s Curse was at work, its shadowy tendrils gnawing at the brute’s innards!
"Huuuh... whew..."
The ogre groaned, shaking off its daze as it lumbered upright. Charles maintained his retreat, firing steadily - death by a thousand cuts would suffice.
Then he saw it.
The beast turned, hefting a boulder from the riverbank with terrifying ease.
Hiss...
Damn!
Fifty meters separated them - well within an ogre’s throwing range.
Charles swayed on his feet, ready to dodge. With spell slots exhausted - not even a Shield remaining - his only defenses were footwork and lingering protective magics.
Just then - ZAP!
A viridian beam lanced from Sephera’s position, piercing the ogre’s flank.
The poison took immediate effect. The brute convulsed, its throw going wide as muscle control failed.
CRUNCH!
The boulder smashed through branches, kicking up dust. Charles exhaled and resumed his barrage.
BANG!
Massive yet clumsy, poisoned and tangled in foliage, the ogre stood no chance. Its sulfuric complexion marked it as living target practice.
"Urk... oogh..."
The ogre’s wails painted a clear picture - its life force draining away bit by bit. Minimal damage per hit, but cumulative enough to be lethal.
Almost done. A few more shots would finish it.
While Charles maintained pressure, Ruth moved like a songbird through the canopy. Magic propelled her graceful arcs as she circled behind the rearmost ogre.
Then - LEAP!
Her body spun midair, magical energy reforming into a gleaming blade as she struck-
SCHLICK!
"ROOOAAAR-!"
Arterial blood fountained as the ogre’s cry turned shrill. Severed nerves rendered its legs useless - one ton of meat collapsing like felled timber.
"Beautiful work!"
Nidalee’s praise rang out as she channeled magic into her throwing spear. With a grunt, she launched it-
THWACK!
"GRAAAH-!"
The projectile punched through the final ogre’s hide, burying deep in its chest. The brute howled in agony.
"HYAH!"
With another battle cry, she leapt forward. By the time her feet touched ground, her form had shifted into that of a sleek panther. Muscles coiled, then released—propelling her across dozens of meters in a single bound. Her front claws lashed out—
Schlick!
Razor-sharp talons split the ogre’s eyes open. Twin trails of blood wept down its face as it howled in agony. The creature swung its massive club blindly—
CRASH!
—shattering a nearby tree trunk to splinters. Nidalee, untouched, backflipped away.
The panther landed gracefully, putting distance between herself and the blinded brute. Then, in a shimmer of magic, she shifted back to human form. Another spear left her hand—
Thunk!
"AARRGH—!"
The projectile buried itself in the ogre’s gut. As it roared, Charles finished his own target and turned—
BANG! BANG!
—loosing twin Eldritch Blasts. Sephera’s Ray of Sickness struck simultaneously. The massive body toppled like a felled oak, motionless at last.
Battle concluded.
Nidalee bounded over as a panther, shifting mid-leap to human form beside Charles. "We’re unstoppable! Alone, I’d need hours to take down prey like this!"
Her delighted grin met only Charles’ icy stare. Shadowfell energy coalesced into a longsword at her throat. "Freeze."
Nidalee’s hands shot up. "I yield! Honestly—no ill intent here!"
Ruth dropped silently from the trees behind her while Sephera blocked escape, their gazes colder than winter steel.
Tension thickened the air—one wrong word away from violence.
"No ill intent?" Charles’ blade didn’t waver. "Explain how a veteran hunter ’accidentally’ leads us into ogre territory. Make me believe it."
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