The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 146 - 8 Earth Dragon Warrior_2

Chapter 146: Chapter 8: Earth Dragon Warrior_2

Chapter 146 -8: Earth Dragon Warrior_2

“Attack from outside the arena? Your Lordship, are you out of your mind? Even knives and spears can’t pierce an ogre’s body, javelins are just as ineffective, how could we launch an attack? Other than the Earth Dragon Warrior’s Dragon Spear, which can cause them some damage, I’m afraid only this knife in my hand is of any use, is your suggestion even… Forget it, you two should leave and hide while you can, don’t let these horrific scenes frighten you noblemen,” he said, biting off the last few words. Remembering that Komer had once helped his tribe through a difficult situation, and that the Chain Bead used as a token by their Great Chieftain was still in the other’s hands, the formidable man turned his head away in anger, unwilling to pay any more attention to this slightly irrational Lord.

“Mr. Wollin, please listen to our boss’s words to the end. Without three points of confidence, who would dare to ascend Mount Liang? The skins of these three ogres on my back are our combined masterpiece, the stench of blood hasn’t even faded yet, surely we’re somewhat better than those hundreds of people standing around all day unable to come up with a solution, right?” Though facing these huge Barbarian Warriors, Ilot couldn’t suppress his sudden fury. It was clear that they were being regarded as weak and useless, but didn’t they consider that the very fact they dared to come here meant they were no easy adversaries? He completely forgot the disheveled and pathetic situation they had been in when facing the ogre just earlier.

“What?!” A dazzling light suddenly burst forth from the formidable man’s eyes, like needles pricking their faces, making Komer and Ilot both feel that this man was far from the mere ordinary Barbarian officer they had initially thought.

But at this moment, Ilot was as bold as a bull, with these incredibly strong Barbarian Warriors as his shield and his own boss, a magic genius, supporting him from behind, surely this battle, no matter what, couldn’t be as close to death as it had been before.

“Look, what’s this? This is the skin I’ve just peeled off a three-headed ogre, no trickery here, I tell you, dealing with these creatures requires both strength and wisdom, brute force alone can’t solve every problem. Even if you possess peerless martial power, there are eight ogres here, could you single-handedly slay all eight?”

His somewhat sharp words didn’t anger the formidable man; instead, his attention was entirely captured by the ogre skin spread out by Ilot. It was, without a doubt, freshly peeled skin; the choking stench of blood was enough to prove the ogres had not been dead for more than two hours, meaning the howls that had come from the north earlier were indeed made by the ogres as these two had slain them.

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“Your Lordship, were these three ogres truly slain by the two of you?” Despite knowing that such a question was rather impolite, the formidable man still wanted to hear the answer firsthand.

“Well, you could say that. While Ilot took the lead, I also lent a hand,” Komer replied, aware of the implication behind the other’s words, his face remaining calm and composed.

“Just the two of you slew three ogres?” the formidable man pressed, finding it hard to believe that the two before him were capable of such a feat. The young man who claimed to be the Caucasus Lord looked unremarkable, and the other looked barely competent at best; the thought of him escaping from an ogre’s clutches was miraculous enough, let alone slaying one. The formidable man was baffled, unable to make sense of it.

“Heh, it seems that Mr. Wollin has some doubts? Would you like our boss to give you a demonstration right here and now?” Ilot asked with a teasing smile.

Seeing their confident demeanors, the formidable man’s eyes narrowed slightly, before he said in all seriousness, “If you could demonstrate, Mr. Wollin would be most grateful.”

Komer looked at the formidable man with a hint of appreciation. Barbarians were known for their pride and found it difficult to humble themselves before others, their heads could be cut off and their blood could flow, but their dignity was not to be lost—this was a phrase often heard from Barbarians, especially true in front of the Mortals they generally looked down upon. Yet, for the sake of his subordinates’ lives, this Barbarian was willing to seek help from him, prompting Komer to be deeply moved.

A white, jade-like Magic Wand quietly appeared in Komer’s hand, and surprise sparked in the eyes of the formidable man. At this moment, the man realized why Komer and his companion spoke with such audacity; it all made sense now!

“So, Your Lordship is a Mage?!” The Barbarian nodded vigorously and silently, “I didn’t expect Your Lordship to be proficient in magic, no wonder you could handle the ogres so easily!”

“You flatter me; Komer has merely dabbled in magic and can’t be considered proficient, but I am willing to contribute my efforts to eliminating these detestable creatures,” Komer said modestly, yet he was full of confidence in handling the ogres.

“If Your Lordship, with his mastery of magic, assists us, then dealing with these Magical Beasts should be a trifle,” the Barbarian finally acknowledged the reality that the Lord was adept in magic. Having a powerful Mage with magical skills as a neighbor to his people, the Barbarian couldn’t tell if this was for the better or worse, and a shadow crossed his mind. But now was not the time for such considerations.