Chapter 110: Delivered to the Door
Carefully peeling off the mud from the outer layer of the konjac, the female ogre's eyes were filled with greed as she sniffed the tempting aroma.
Unexpectedly, she didn't eat the konjac she collected, but instead placed it in a rough and ugly wooden frame, merely licking her fingers that had touched the flavor.
She then lowered her head and began to dig in the soil with her hands, trying to follow the roots to find the next konjac.
The other ogres did the same, gathering the konjac they found piece by piece without privately eating them.
This somewhat exceeded adventurers' understanding of ogres. Seeing this, Matthew blinked in surprise, realizing that the plan had become smoother.
The only possibility for the gluttonous and lazy female ogres to be so restrained was that...
There were newly born ogre infants in the camp!
Lazy and brutal, ogres were undoubtedly terrifying to the creatures around them.
However, they were surprisingly good to their offspring.
Not waiting any longer, Matthew took out a small length of white silk thread and quickly chanted a spell. Pointing his staff forward, he said:
"Second-tier spell - Web!"
Spellcasting beyond his level!
Matthew was already a Level 3 Arcanist and needed to level up one more time to "master" second-tier spells.
However, thanks to the characteristics of an Arcanist and his extraordinary intelligence attribute, Matthew could perform spells above his tier!
Of course, doing so consumed extra mana.
The web falling from the sky covered the unprepared female ogres, immediately causing chaos.
The web, as thick as fingers, tightly bound them; the more they struggled, the tighter it became.
The female ogres howled incessantly, their sharp, high-pitched cries echoing far away.
From a distant mountain stream, faint shouts echoed back and, hearing this commotion, the adventurers immediately grew tense.
The female ogres had called for reinforcements!
Matthew didn't continue attacking the trapped female ogres because something interesting happened.
When the female ogres realized they couldn't escape, they actually began lying down on the spot!
They gave up!
That's right, although the female ogres had strong, intimidating bodies, as long as there was no immediate threat to their lives, their desire to fight wasn't strong.
They usually waited quietly for the male ogres to come to their rescue.
Knowing this, Matthew didn't continue his attack. Looking at the somewhat stunned soldiers and adventurers, he calmly said:
"The male ogres will arrive soon, prepare for battle."
"Their spell resistance isn't strong. Hold them off as long as possible, leave the rest to me!"
Hearing this, everyone detected an unparalleled confidence in Matthew's tone.
Old village chief Field took out a bottle of dark green potion and poured it into a small black bucket, then added water to it.
After fully stirring it, he signaled to the nearby rangers and rogues:
"Apply it to the arrowheads, it's quite effective. Just be careful not to hurt yourselves."
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Sorcery Monarch
Science FictionCrossing into Netheril, becoming a small lord. Nurturing a Time Whelp, developing arcane magic, and transforming technology. Absorbing populations from various races such as humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, drow, tieflings, and the magicborn, to...