Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 111: The Petrified Ogres

Chapter 111: The Petrified Ogres

There was no need to hesitate, Matthew stared at the ogres and tore open the "Fireball" scroll inside his robe.

The spinning fireball "boomed" down, instantly enveloping the ogres, who had been under continuous attack, in flames.

The fierce impact of the fireball, combined with the intense burning of the wall of fire, instantly turned seven or eight ogres into charred corpses.

The other few, with their bodies ablaze, screamed and ran wildly, rolling on the ground in agony, yet they survived due to their tenacious vitality.

Listening to the pleasant sound of the kill notifications, Matthew looked at the remaining eight or nine surviving ogres.

He gestured for everyone to rush in, silently muttering in his heart:

"As long as you're willing to spend money, with an organized and planned way of fighting, you can almost always win."

As long as they weren't outnumbered, Matthew, with his vast combat experience, wasn't at all worried about these disorganized ogres.

More than ten male ogres didn't even have time to launch a decent attack or resist before they were slaughtered by the soldiers, who were high on morale.

Matthew left these ogres for the soldiers to practice on, aiming to boost their confidence.

"See, these big, brutal ogres just look fierce."

"Hurry and pull out the arrows, at least they can still be used three more times!"

"The crossbow bolts didn't even fully penetrate, their bodies are too tough!"

"They're just like us, two shoulders and one head, kill them and they'll die!"

"Phew, these ogres are so poor, they don't even have decent weapons or armor."

"If the ogres had those weapons, they wouldn't have been killed so easily. It would be us in trouble then!"

"Heh heh, lucky for us the arcane master stepped in. Otherwise, if those ogres rushed over, I wouldn't know how to deal with them..."

"Idiot, they're so slow, we would just keep wearing them down..."

"Quit talking, hurry and drag the corpses over, toss them into the fire ahead and be done with it..."

"Can we burn it all?"

"What kind of joke is that? Such a big chunk of meat, how could it all burn?"

"This is just to show the other ogres that we're not to be messed with..."

"..."

While the others were cleaning up the battlefield, Matthew returned to the carriage, sat cross-legged, and quietly picked up a water bottle, sneaking a sip of "Mana Potion."

From entering the Troll Valley until now, he had gained 4 precious skill points, and his experience points had soared to 70,000!

Matthew planned to save the level-up mana restoration for a crucial moment.

The stench of burning flesh spread, and the crackling fire sounds made the more than twenty tied-up female ogres extremely terrified.

They stared in horror at the gradually blackened corpses, their minds blank.

They couldn't believe it—those normally invincible, tough-skinned, thick-fleshed male ogres.

At this moment, before the humans, they were so vulnerable.