While the two rested.
Occasionally, two or three monsters fleeing from the main battlefield would emerge from the front, only to be casually dealt with by Gauss, Alya, and Ulfhen.
Gauss's gaze followed the corpses of the fallen monsters before shifting toward the depths of the forest.
His vision seemed to pierce through layer upon layer of green, landing on the unseen main battlefield.
The fighting there must be intense.
"I wonder how things are going on President Eberhard's side?"
"It should be going smoothly." Alya answered. "Judging by these fleeing soldiers, the main force of the monster army must have suffered heavy losses."
"The only variable might be that Ogre Shaman. Its Challenge Level is estimated to be 8. But with the president and several Black Iron Rank adventurers there, it shouldn't be a problem."
As Gauss listened to Alya talk on and on, it was obvious that she was deliberately introducing the information to him, who was unfamiliar with the situation.
Information about the Ogre Shaman surfaced in his mind.
Ogre Shamans were natural Spellcasters, and adult individuals possessed spellcasting abilities equivalent to those of a level-9 Sorcerer.
Besides their spell-like abilities, their racial traits also granted them even more troublesome capabilities: regeneration, magic resistance, and physiques rivaling those of Black Iron Rank warriors.
As leaders of large tribes, they commanded Pureblood Ogres, Half-Ogres, and large numbers of subordinate monsters. Their lairs often concealed astonishing wealth.
If he could kill the Ogre Shaman, he could probably seize an unimaginable fortune in one stroke.
Unfortunately, he couldn't kill it.
As he was now, facing a powerful monster with Challenge Level 8, even if the opponent used no spellcasting abilities and simply fought him physically, his seemingly stronger-than-average body would probably be as fragile as paper before it.
He even