After 2 weeks of training, Alros truly think he is ready to face the Swap Ogre, wanting to wipe the humiliation he felt from his utter defeat.
"Hope that bastard don't die yet, it will took out the fun in killing it," he said to himself as he prepared to make another trip into the Marsh.
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This time, Alros did not enter the Marsh at day, using his job as an adventurer as a cover. Instead he used his newly learned Darkness Magic to enter the Marsh during the night.
While there are some exotic creatures that only come out during the night, the danger posed also multiplied, as more monsters began to become active, making casualties high during the night.
It is so bad that the Kingdom did not allow any adventurers to enter during the night, with the exception of some monster-hunting expedition. Right now, he is entering without permission, but as he used his real look, not his disguised one, it would not be link to Edwin the Adventurer.
Creating a small fire, he read the map, before quickly heading to the Swamp Ogre territory, ready for a rematch.
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"Hhmm, it seem awake at this time," he silently commented as his eyes laid on the Swamp Ogre. It seem while there are no more adventures being handed to it in a silver platter, the monster manages to get the service of a goblin tribe.
This cemented some of his theory, that the Swamp Ogre was kicked out of it's previous turf in the Dread Swamp, and forced to move here, for it's own safety. If not, it would have subdued a goblin tribe sooner.
If he had to guess, the Ogre was injured and spend most of it time healing. The adventurers that spot it decided to attack him, thinking they can took out an injured Ogre. It turned as well as it should, with the adventurers deep inside the Ogre's stomach.
Water droplets rose from the swamp, while plants grow at an accelerated rate as mounds of earth rise up. Soon, a wall of dirt, covered with water and plants formed, the shield that protect the monster from the threat of imminent incineration.
The fireball slammed into the wall, easily destroying it as a large enough explosion cause the two powerful creature to stagger. While Alros slightly turned his head, so he can see the aftermath, the Ogre is not so lucky, the blast powerful and close to him, causing the large creature to be blown away.
When the explosion ceased, Alros turned to see the monster in question laying down, it's body having some burnt from the explosion. Yet, he did not move, not making any attempt to subdue such creature.
He have zero desire to do so, and he wanted to make it suffer. The incubus decided to let it woke up on it's own, and head towards the goblin camp. While his monster could handle the forces there with ease, it would make thing faster with his help.
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"Looks like you can do this own your own, Gobruk," he cast his gaze at the Greater Demonic Goblin, who bowed at him.
Alros then looked back at the battle, well, massacre to be exact. The goblins of the tribe, numbering in their hundreds, around 200 to be exact, with 30 hobgoblins, the result of the Ogre subduing them.
Right now, only 30 goblins still alive, while the hobgoblins are in single digit, around 5 still around, though badly outnumbered and hurt.
His Forest Wasp are too much for the goblin tribe, their ability to fly making any advantage moot for the large hobgoblins. Added with Energy Draining Mosquitoes and Mana Draining Leech, they are weakened in matter of seconds before they are felled by the stingers of the wasp.
Some of them at even killed by the Phantom Wasp, the one that is part of his assassin squad, their poison improve to the point it could do a lot of damage to even a hobgoblin. Some of them even ran away, but was blocked by the numerous Flame Ants, who blast them with fireballs.
They stood no chance, akin to a criminal in front of a firing squad.