In several other places, the battles were also nearing their end. First were Philip and Korgan Bloodaxe.
Korgan Bloodaxe was basically dead weight, sitting on the ground dumbly watching Philip continuously dismember those Bloodhulks. At a rate of five or six times per minute, he had literally worn several Bloodhulks to death.
The discovery nearly scared Pestilen to death. This was far more brutal than Solam. At the same time, Pestilen finally understood why Lord Alfred kept avoiding this man. Someone like Philip was even more terrifying than Solam.
As for the other fronts, the battle between the minotaur Mevren and the orc Harris went the most smoothly. Although they had not finished off their enemies, the two had held the upper hand from beginning to end, suppressing their opponents so thoroughly that they could do nothing. Honestly, neither Solam nor Pestilen had expected these two bastards to be the ones fighting most smoothly. No matter how one looked at it, their pairing should have been the weakest group under Solam's command.
Yet who could have expected them to coordinate so flawlessly? They had so many little tricks that it was frightening, running those Bloodhulks in circles. They also possessed quite a few highly practical magic items. With their exquisite tactical coordination, neither the half-human, half-demonic monsters nor the Bloodhulks could turn the situation around at all.
Although they still could not kill the Bloodhulks, the Bloodhulks had been suppressed from start to finish and had accomplished absolutely nothing.
Pestilen had also discovered a major flaw in the Bloodhulks: they were simply too brainless. They were even stupider than the Bloodhulks from the old version. However, Pestilen was not worried, because the Bloodhulks sent here were merely test subjects. The more flaws they uncovered, the better. Only then could they