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Chapter 110 Fall and tremble at the feet of the ogre!

The chaos outside the pass continues, but it has shifted from frenzied infighting to a death throes.

The duel between the two Thorn Demons has finally come to a conclusion.

The larger Thorn Demon, with its thicker back spines, was now standing in a pool of blood.

Its tail spike pierced deep into its companion's chest, emerging from its back, and dark red blood dripped down the blade, reflecting a viscous sheen in the moonlight.

The pierced Thorn Demon's dark red eyes were rapidly dimming. It futilely grasped at the tail spike embedded in its body, making a hissing sound as it breathed air out of its throat. Finally, its entire body went limp and it stopped moving.

The victorious Thorn Demon pulled out its tail spike and let out a low hiss.

Its condition was not good—it had a deep, bone-revealing cut on its left shoulder, its right wing was torn in half, a third of the thorn plates on its back were broken, and there was a puncture wound on its abdomen that was constantly bleeding.

The fierce battle with its companions had exhausted much of its strength, and more importantly, Sylph's "Poem of Great Love"...

Although it has stopped, the anger and jealousy amplified tenfold still linger in its consciousness.

The Thorn Demon slowly turned around, its dark red eyes sweeping across the battlefield.

The scene before it made its already chaotic consciousness even more frantic: the dozen or so original demons that remained after self-harm were wriggling around blankly, most of the cowardly demons had scattered, with only seven or eight still spinning around in place, and less than ten lesser demons that had survived the internal selection were now wary of each other, their eyes full of suspicion and vigilance.

The demon army, originally led by two Thorn Demons and numbering over a hundred, collapsed in less than a quarter of an hour.

But at the pass, that small team still stood firm.

Xiuqi's gaze swept across the battlefield, locking onto the surviving Thorn Demon.

His brain, boosted by a 9-point intelligence stat, worked at lightning speed, instantly assessing the battlefield situation—

Thorn Demon is severely injured, the remnants of the demon army are in disarray, our side is in relatively good condition, Ador and Max still have fighting power, the princess has been recalled but can be summoned at any time, Sylph needs to rest but is not unable to fight again.

"Clean up the battlefield." Xiu Qi's voice was calm and clear, carrying through the pass in the night wind. "Leave no one alive."

He raised his right hand and began assigning tasks.

"Princess."

A flash of silver light, and Princess Alice reappeared beside him.

The silver-gray goblin, now a two-star promoted goblin, wielded a fiery mace, her sparse silver hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze. Her clear eyes swept across the battlefield, instantly locking onto the fleeing lesser demons.

"Pursue all demons attempting to escape, prioritizing spellcasting units."

The princess nodded, her figure blurred, and she transformed into a silver-gray afterimage, disappearing into the shadows on the right side of the pass.

Her exceptional agility of 13 points allows her to thrive on the ravaged battlefield, while her [Stealth +8] skill makes her virtually undetectable.

The next second, a short scream came from afar—a little imp who was quietly retreating had its head smashed by a hammer that suddenly appeared.

"Ado," Xiuqi turned to the ogre, a slight smile playing on his lips, "That Thorn Demon is yours!"

Ado's bright yellow eyes lit up.

The ogre let out an excited growl, its massive hand gripping its spiked club tightly, and strode heavily toward the surviving thorn demon.

Each step caused the ground to tremble, and the robes and chainmail emitted a rhythmic metallic scraping sound with each step.

The ten-foot-tall ogre resembled a moving hill in the moonlight.

The Thorn Demon, though nearly seven feet tall and a giant in the eyes of humans, still appeared "small" in front of Ado.

Not to mention, it was seriously injured at the moment.

"roar--!"

The Thorn Demon let out an angry roar, trying to mask its inner panic with its howl.

It recognized the ogre—the same one that had smashed three Primal Demons away with a single blow during the battle at the pass, and whose shield could break the bones of a Fearful Demon with a single strike.

The full-coverage chainmail demonstrated astonishing defensive capabilities in battle; the lesser demon's fireballs could only leave charred marks on it, and the primal demon's claw attacks couldn't even leave a scratch.

But Thorn Demon had no way out.

His wings were broken, rendering him unable to fly; his subordinates were scattered and uncontrollable; and the ogres were closing in on him, leaving him no escape.

It can only fight.

The Thorn Demon suppressed the excruciating pain from its injuries, its dark red eyes fixed on Ado, its bone blades rubbing together with a grating, grating sound.

This is its habitual intimidation tactic; in the past, when facing lower-level demons, this sound alone was enough to make them back down.

But Ado remained unmoved.

A hint of confusion even flashed in the ogre's bright yellow eyes—what was this little red thing doing? Sharpening a knife?

Ado doesn't have complex tactical thinking; his fighting style stems from instinct: see the enemy, walk over, and smash.

It's that simple.

Fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps...

The distance quickly closed.

The Thorn Demon launched the first attack.

It endured the pain in its left shoulder and charged forward suddenly, its bone blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

This attack was aimed at Ador's unshielded right knee—a typical tactic against large creatures: disable their mobility first.

Ado's reaction surprised Thorn Demon.

The ogre did not dodge, nor did it even use its shield to block.

It simply raised its right leg and kicked out to meet the bone blade.

It wasn't a kick aimed at the Thorn Demon, but rather at the bone blade that was thrust towards it.

clang-!

A crisp, metallic clang echoed through the night sky.

The Thorn Demon felt a terrifying force emanating from the bone blade, which numbed its arms. It staggered back two steps, staring incredulously at Ado's right leg.

There was only a faint white mark on the back of the knee, which was covered by a robe and chainmail.

The cold gleam of the [Blade Protection] flowed across the armor's surface. Combined with the Ogre's LV2 [Hardened Skin] talent, and the level 6 armor of the cloak—a triple layer of protection—Hador's physical defense reached a despair-inducing level.

Are Thorn Demon's bone blades sharp?

It is indeed sharp enough to pierce ordinary steel plates.

But in front of Ado, it's like trying to poke a city wall with a tree branch.

Ado gave the Thorn Demon no chance to catch its breath.

The ogre took a step forward with its massive body, raised its spiked club high, and then brought it down with all its might!

A simple vertical downward chop, without any fancy techniques, just pure, overwhelming power.

Thorn Demon's expression changed drastically, and he rolled to the side to dodge.

boom! ! !

The spiked club slammed down where it had just stood. The ground cracked, gravel flew everywhere, and a shallow crater, two feet in diameter, appeared in the pool of blood.

If this attack hits, even with its bone plates protecting it, the Thorn Demon will be smashed into a pulp.

Thorn Demon rolled to its feet, a ruthless glint flashing in its dark red eyes.

It changed tactics, no longer trying to break through defenses, but instead began to roam and harass. The bone blades, like venomous snakes, targeted Ador's joints, ankles, elbows, and other theoretically relatively vulnerable areas.

The injury to his left shoulder made him less agile than before, but his fighting instincts remained.

clang!clang!clang!

The bone blade struck again and again, leaving white marks on Ado's robe and chainmail.

But nothing more.

Addo didn't even pay attention to the attacks; it just kept walking and swinging its bat.

Every swing of the spiked club forced the Thorn Demon to dodge in a sorry state; every shove of the shield sent the Thorn Demon staggering backward.

This is not a battle.

This is crushing.

Pure strength, defense, and overwhelming physical size.

Thorn Demon quickly realized that he had no chance of winning.

It tried to create distance, looking for an opportunity to escape.

Although Ado was huge, he was fast. His long, thick legs made one step equivalent to two steps for Ado, and he always kept the escape route firmly blocked.

What made the Thorn Demon even more desperate was that it discovered that although the ogre's fighting methods were simple, they were exceptionally effective.

Ado doesn't possess any sophisticated swordsmanship or tactical coordination, but he has an almost beastly instinctive intuition—his grasp of distance, timing, and force is terrifyingly precise.

Every swing of the spiked club perfectly blocked the direction the Thorn Demon wanted to move; every block of the shield appeared half a second in advance in the path of the bone blade's attack.

It's as if... this ogre can predict its movements.

It wasn't actually a prediction.

Rather, it was Hodor's innate combat talent and Max's [Chapter Leader] talent that enhanced his abilities.

Although Max was in the rear, his innate aura still enveloped the entire squad. The 10% increase in teamwork and command execution efficiency manifested as enhanced combat instincts in Hado's case.

It doesn't know what tactics are, but it "feels" where to attack and how to attack.

After three rounds, the Thorn Demon was covered in wounds.

The wound on his left shoulder burst open, and blood gushed out; his right wing was completely severed, with only a bit of skin and flesh connecting it; his abdomen was grazed by the barbs of the spiked club, tearing open a half-foot-long wound; his left leg was struck by the shield, and the sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard.

Ado, apart from a few white marks on his armor, didn't even have any skin broken.

"Alright, Ado," Xiuqi's voice came from behind, "Stop playing around and end this fight already."

The ogre blinked its bright yellow eyes, as if it had remembered something.

Before the battle began, Xiuqi had instructed: Defeat this Thorn Demon, but don't kill it. Break its limbs and tail, and save the final blow for Max.

Although Ado doesn't understand why it's so troublesome, it will carry it out firmly.

Thus, the crushing process entered its final stage.

The Thorn Demon pounced again, its bone blade aimed at Ado's abdomen.

This time, Ado didn't use his mace; instead, he slammed his left-hand shield down.

boom!

The oak shield slammed solidly into the Thorn Demon's right arm.

Crack—the sound of an arm bone breaking.

The Thorn Demon screamed and retreated, its right arm hanging limply, the bone blade flying out of its hand.

Ado stepped forward and swung his spiked club horizontally.

Thorn Demon barely managed to block with the bone blade on his left arm.

clang!

Cracks spread across the bone blade, and the Thorn Demon was forced back three steps by the impact.

Ado suddenly charged forward, his massive body crashing into the Thorn Demon like a chariot.

The Thorn Demon tried to dodge, but a fracture in its left leg slowed it down by half a beat.

boom!

The ogre crashed solidly into the thorn demon.

The feeling was like being hit head-on by a bison running at full speed.

The Thorn Demon was sent flying backward, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily into a pool of blood twenty feet away. It struggled to get up, but its bones felt like they were shattered, and excruciating pain shot through every wound.

Ador walked up to it, and a huge shadow completely enveloped the Thorn Demon.

The ogre raised its right foot, aimed it at the thorn demon's left leg, and stomped down.

Click!

Comminuted fracture of the leg bone.

The Thorn Demon let out an extremely shrill scream.

Ado switched feet, aimed at his right leg, and stepped down.

Click!

His other leg was also useless.

Then the left arm, the right arm...

Each sharp crack was accompanied by the Thorn Demon's screams, piercing the silent battlefield.

Finally, Ado bent down, his huge hand grabbing the base of the twelve tail spikes on the Thorn Demon's back, and pulled hard—*screech*!

The tail thorn was forcibly torn off, along with a large piece of skin and flesh.

The Thorn Demon's screams abruptly stopped. It was in so much pain that it almost fainted and could only make gasping sounds. Its body convulsed violently, and dark red blood gushed from its wounds, pooling beneath it.

Its limbs were completely shattered, its tail spikes were all broken, and its wings were torn to shreds.

This level 2 Thorn Demon, an elite among demons, was now like a rag doll stripped of all its weapons, lying paralyzed in a pool of blood, unable even to commit suicide.

Ado stepped back two paces, turned to look at Xiuqi, and made a questioning gurgling sound in his throat.

Xiuqi nodded: "Well done, Ado."

Then he looked at Max: "Go, end its suffering."

The goblin warrior stepped forward.

Max's left shoulder wound had been simply bandaged; although it was still bleeding, it did not impair his movement. He gripped the five-foot-long two-handed greatsword with both hands, the combat runes on the blade gleaming faintly in the moonlight.

Max walked up to the Thorn Demon and looked down at this former elite demon.

Thorn Demon's dark red eyes met Max's scarlet eyes.

There was pain, resentment, and anger in his eyes, but more than anything, there was a longing for liberation—he didn't want to live like this anymore.

Max did not hesitate.

The greatsword was raised high, then brought down.

The blade precisely sliced ​​into the neck, severing the cervical vertebrae, and emerged from the other side.

Clean, swift, and fatal.

The Thorn Demon's body convulsed violently, then remained completely still. Its dark red eyes gradually dimmed, eventually losing all their light.

Ding—[Monster Card Maker Xiuqi has successfully created a two-star premium (green) card...]

Xiuqi could sense that the color of the cards made this time was darker than that of the Thorn Demon that Max had killed before.

Meanwhile, the clearing of other areas of the battlefield was also nearing completion.

The princess wandered among the scattered remnants of the demons like a ghost.

A silver-gray figure appeared and disappeared in the shadows, each appearance claiming the life of a demon. A hammer smashed the back of the skull, a blade slit the throat, flames seared the heart...

She specifically targets demons who try to escape or hide, ensuring that none escape her grasp.

Those original demons, cowardly demons, and lesser demons influenced by the "Great Love Poem" had already suffered mental breakdowns and their combat power had been greatly reduced.

Pursued by the princess, they were like lambs to the slaughter, unable to put up any decent resistance.

Fifteen minutes later, the last imp that tried to burrow into the woods was dragged out of the shadows by the princess and its head was smashed with a hammer.

The battlefield fell completely silent.

The night wind carried a heavy stench of blood and sulfur. Moonlight spilled onto the demon corpses scattered on the ground, creating a bizarre and gruesome scene.

Inside and outside the pass, not a single demon remained standing.

Xiuqi slowly exhaled.

The rare meditation stone on his chest continued to operate, its gentle spiritual energy nourishing his considerable mental energy.

He looked around the battlefield and began to take inventory.

Ado walked back, a spiked club slung over his shoulder, his armor stained with blood, but his clear yellow eyes were full of satisfaction.

Max shook the blood off his greatsword; the bandage on his left shoulder was soaked through again, but he still stood ramrod straight.

The princess emerged from the shadows, her silver-grey skin splattered with demonic blood, but her clear eyes remained calm. She walked to Xiuqi's side, nuzzled his knee with her head, and then stood quietly.

Link climbed down from the treetop. The young hunter's face was a little pale—the effects of Sylph's song had not completely faded, but his hand holding the bow remained steady.

"Is it... over?" Link's voice was a little hoarse.

"It's over." Xiu Qi nodded. "At least this battlefield is over."

He looked towards the eastern horizon, where a faint light of dawn was already appearing.

Dawn is approaching.

"Clean up the battlefield," Xiuqi ordered. "Max, you're in charge of keeping watch and watching for any new movements deep in the forest. Ado, Link, and the princess, come with me."

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"Collect all usable items."

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