Velin looked at the hulking fool before him and gave a contemptuous smile.
The longsword in his hand swept across the Ogre's head, as effortless as slicing through vegetables.
The Ogre's corpse split apart instantly. Its head rolled across the ground, while blood gushed out like a fountain and splattered everywhere.
Their master's death scared the Kobolds out of their wits. One by one, they trembled in terror, all fighting spirit gone.
The other Ogres, however, had their desire to fight stirred. Their eyes reddened as they raised their weapons and charged at Velin.
Velin did not take such cannon fodder seriously.
He flashed aside, evading the Ogres' attacks. At the same time, he swung his longsword, and a streak of sword energy swept through them, cleaving several Ogres in half at the waist. The cuts were smooth and even, as though made by a laser.
The Ogres' organs and blood sprayed out, covering Velin from head to toe, but he paid no attention, as if it were nothing worth mentioning.
As more than a dozen Ogres were dismembered, the remaining Kobolds had nothing left to hold them back. They scattered in all directions.
Gray stood at the perimeter, drew his longsword, and began harvesting Kobold lives. His swordsmanship was ghostlike; every swing took another Kobold's life, as though he were dancing—elegant and deadly.
Blue stood atop a large tree, continuously using his Mana Energy to condense arrows and pick off those who slipped through the net.
As for the others, they watched from the side.
Watching the fighting styles of his two subordinates, Kyle fell into thought. Gray's combat skills were excellent, with no wasted movements, but Blue was somewhat rusty. He would need more training after they returned.
Seeing this suddenly appearing human "adventuring party," the Half-elves atop