Since this was a hastily assembled team, they lacked coordination, and their abilities varied widely.
The eight of them didn't fight as a unit. Instead, they split up and acted according to their original teams.
Once everything was ready, they charged fiercely toward the monsters' stronghold.
"Such speed!"
Gauss caught a glimpse of the Iron Arm team from the corner of his eye, seeing only their afterimages as they sped away.
Quek, their captain, was at the very front.
The long sword in his hand became a merciless silver arc before him. The low-level monsters in their path, such as goblins and kobolds, were all beheaded with pinpoint accuracy on the spot.
Gauss knew he could kill these low-level monsters in one blow too, but the ease with which Quek did it was on an entirely different level.
Not once did Quek's forward charge slow, not even by the slightest bit, with any swing of his sword.
Led by him, the team was like a sharp wedge, driving straight into the heart of the ogre's camp.
The female Sorcerer had evidently cast her spell long ago.
The ogre had just climbed to its feet. Its massive body looked left and right, yet it seemed oblivious to the team rampaging through the monsters. Instead, it pounded the ground in a fury, as if overcome by unease and rage.
But the Half-Ogre and gnoll nearby, who had been beating the two captured female adventurers, spotted the unexpected intruders.
They grabbed their weapons and charged at the team with roars.
Gauss looked away.
His top priority now was to kill as many monsters as he could.
Quek hadn't gone out of his way to slaughter low-level monsters. He'd merely cleared those in his path, yet the number he'd killed himself was probably around