Banshee? No, an ogre!

Chapter 24 Post-processing

Die, goblins!

Seldric killed the fleeing goblins with a single blow.

He paid no attention to why these goblins were rushing towards him, knowing that they would die.

Nor did he care why these goblins were fleeing in such a state.

Fook,' a voice came from the dark cave.

Daylight shone down on Oug.

There was no way to tell that he had been involved in a m******e in the cave - for the blood-stained cloak he was wearing had been draped over the body of a poor woman, making him look clean.

Oug, you came out so quickly,' Fuke, who was guarding the door, asked a little surprised.

Here,' Oug said and threw the bundle of cloth in his hand in front of Fuke. The bundle disintegrated and two goblin heads rolled out.

These two goblin heads are definitely strange among goblins.

One is more than twice the size of a normal goblin head, and it is also covered in fangs.

The other has traces of demonic markings on its face, and half a black nail is exposed in the middle of its head.

This is the dead goblin and the goblin shaman.

You've already solved it? !'

Vuko's eyes widened in surprise. It wasn't surprising that he could defeat the big goblin and the goblin shaman, but he was surprised by Oug's efficiency.

How could it have taken so little time?

Less than ten minutes? It took less time than travelling, and was the combination of a meat shield and a mage really that easy to deal with?

I'm a professional,' Oug said, undoing the clasp of the speckled mask and taking it off.

'Luck was on my side this time. The women they took are still alive. Oug wiped the mask and put it back in his bag.

His relaxed expression did not look at all like he had been in a battle, as if he had just gone for a walk.

This is, of course, because Fuke does not know the value of Oug's identity represented by this mask.

The Goblin Slayer is not only known to the goblins. Some prisoners, once rescued by Oug, also spread his legend.

It's just that it's been a short time, and his reputation is not widespread.

Prisoners? Vuko was stunned for a moment before he saw a dozen women with different hair colours emerge from the cave, dragging chains that hadn't been removed. Two of them were still in a coma and were being helped out.

It was then that Vuko understood why Oug hadn't used the fire and smoke tactic from the start.

Since the goal was to save people, there was nothing more he could say.

Let him do what he wants. Fuke's complex feelings about not being able to fight also eased a bit.

Actually, he didn't really like Oug's domineering style - he wasn't a scoundrel after all.

Unfortunately, there is not much wealth in this cave. Oug looked around, then asked Fuke for a knife: 'Captain, give me a knife.

Fuke looked at the prisoners who had escaped death with a complex expression before looking back at Ouge: 'What do you need a knife for?

'To chop some firewood and smoke it. I think there are still some who haven't died cleanly,' Ouge replied.

Do you have to be so extreme? Is it really necessary? Even though Fuke thought it was a bit unnecessary, he took a long sword out of his empty pocket and gave it to Ouge: 'Without a knife, this sword should be fine.

Ouge took the sword and measured it twice in his hands, nodding in satisfaction. It should be quite useful for chopping wood.

'So what are we going to do with these people? Vuko didn't realise that he had unconsciously begun to rely on Og's opinion.

'Tell Lange and Serendic to take them to the village. Take the mission voucher and the two goblin heads with you. I'll join you later.

Og picked up his sword and then chopped the branches off a nearby tree.

With the heads of the leaders, there was no need to collect the tusks, and of course the rescued women could act as eyewitnesses.

Forget it, I'll wait for you, it's not a big deal,' said Fuke, who stopped asking questions after seeing Og's attitude.

He started organising and comforting the captured women, while asking questions.

After a few questions, Vuko also got a rough idea of the situation.

Then he lifted his leg, endured the discomfort and prepared to enter the cave to have a look.

He had only taken a few steps when he was stopped by Ouge, who said, "Captain, you need to be mentally prepared.

Ouge was a little concerned that this young master of the inner city might not be able to handle the environment inside.

This was one of the factors that prevented him from taking these people into the lair. The monster's lair was usually in a state of chaos, and after he had slaughtered his way through it, it could be said that the inside was as disgusting as it could be.

I am not that fragile," Fuke said, raising his hand and waving it without looking back. Then he cast a point-light spell on his staff and plunged straight into the cave.

He wanted to overcome his own rejection of the environment.

He also wanted to challenge himself. This mission was too easy and he felt a bit bored.

Ouge looked at Fuke, who had plunged headlong into the cave, and was also a little interested - he wanted to know what would happen when Fuke came out.

I hope this young master is as good as he says he is,' Ouge shook his head and continued chopping wood.

Fuke's actions were obviously a pique against his hesitation when he first arrived here.

The outskirts of the Demon Forest are very close to human towns, and generally powerful, intelligent groups of monsters rarely gather here.

Only the weak but highly reproductive goblins are driven out, and then they choose to invade human villages in order to reproduce and survive.

Of course, this is limited to villages, and they cannot even get close to border towns.

Where is the young master?

Lange, who was standing nearby, had killed a few goblins and waited a while, but when he saw no new ones coming out, he left his post and went to the entrance of the main cave.

His unauthorised departure from his post made Oug a little angry.

But Lange was not his subordinate, so even if he was displeased, Oug would not say anything.

He just felt that he could not help but look down on this impetuous knight a little more.

He just went in a while ago, don't worry, I've already cleaned it up. Oug picked up the chopped firewood and placed it in front of the cave, bypassing the women.

The young master has gone in, I must...' Lange's words were not finished when he saw a beam of light shining from the cave entrance.

It made him unconsciously alert, but then he saw the person coming - it was Volker who had used the lighting technique.

'Ugh...' Fuke couldn't help but lean against the wall and vomit as soon as he stepped out of the cave.

'Are you all right, young master? Lange hurriedly surrounded him with concern, even ignoring the rescued women.

Fuke only raised his hand to indicate that he was all right, but he was still bent over vomiting. After vomiting twice, he couldn't vomit any more, only dry heaving.

Obviously he had vomited inside.

This environment, even more disgusting than a slaughterhouse, was very likely to cause nausea in a newcomer like him.

What he had seen in the first half of his life was nothing compared to this.

It'll be all right in a while... Oug took a small bottle from his bag, opened the top and sprinkled it on the pile of wood.

Some of the black powder slid down the neck of the bottle and onto the firewood by gravity.

This kind of wood fire, even when dry, is difficult to burn, and even when it does burn, the smoke is not strong enough, so it has to be added.

Hoo... After taking a few deep breaths, regardless of his appearance and smell, Fuke finally recovered.

He wanted a little adventure, but not a big thrill.

I'm fine, Lange,' Fuke waved his hand and said.

But this time, when he looked at the unruffled Ogg, there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.

This guy, is this the kind of environment he grew up in...?

He finally understood why Ogg had insisted they stay outside.

Next time, I'll go with you,' Vuko thought to himself. He didn't think he would be so terrible next time.

Of all the newcomers I've met, you're pretty good,' Ogg said honestly.

Some newcomers are even worse than Focker when they panic. Not to mention the inner city, but even the newcomers from the border towns who are going out into the world for the first time don't do well in situations like this.

Many young professionals don't die from a lack of ability, but from a lack of mental strength.

What limits them is not their ability or talent, but a momentary state of mind, or fear, or arrogance, or... greed.

Perhaps when they grow up they will become outstanding professionals, but...

In reality, many things don't give you the opportunity to adapt step by step.

Was it like that when you first came?

Vuko then realised why the Adventurers' Guild had a level of zero stars...

Sending newcomers straight into battle against goblins might not be a good idea.

Using tedious tasks to suppress the mentality of newcomers is indeed a good method, and it also makes clear the damage and harm these low-level monsters cause in various villages.

Me? Oug thoughtfully remembered, and it seemed that he really hadn't done that.

After all, he was also considered to be half an ogre...

I don't remember,' Oug just shook his head and smiled, deciding to give the young master some face after all.

'I really should, completely level this place...' Fuke stopped the lightning spell on his staff and walked out of the cave completely.

'Young master...' Lange hurriedly surrounded him, worried. It was the first time he had seen Fuke so out of control.

'Lange, go and bring the two heads with you. Fuke's mood not only did not improve, it became even more complicated. He opened his pocket of nothingness, took out a bottle of water and started to drink.

He had to thank Oug for feeding him the unpleasant fruit, otherwise he would have thrown up even more.

Yes. Lange wanted to say something when he saw this, but in the end he kept his mouth shut. He decided to talk about it later...

Captain Fuko, can you please throw a fireball? Although Oug could light a fire with a little effort, there was a mage nearby, so it was better to use his power.

It might also lighten the atmosphere a bit.

'Um, uh, okay.' Fuko looked at the somewhat clumsy Oug and suddenly doubted himself. He wondered if he had thought too much.

This boy, maybe his intentions were pure.

Fire, burn from the c***k!

Fuko raised his wrist and pointed at the firewood, reciting the simple spell - Fireball.

Suddenly, a ball of flame leapt from in front of Fuko's raised palm.

A spell is used to focus the mind, assist in the mobilisation of magical energy, and increase the effect of manifested magic.

It is one of the non-essential means of casting magic. For manipulative mages, spells play an indispensable role.

Although Vuko would cast spells in silence,

he really wasn't in the mood at the moment. Casting spells silently requires a certain level of concentration and a certain state of mind.

When the fireball hit the woodpile, the fire immediately flared up under the influence of the unknown powder that Oug had scattered earlier.

Let's do another wind spell,' Oug said, pointing into the cave. He had already helped with one task, so it shouldn't be too difficult to help with another.

Fuke gave Oug a cold look, but didn't say anything, instead starting to chant quickly.

Wind, come forward!

The incantations of low-level magic are very simple, after all, they are only used to focus the mind.

Chants have both advantages and disadvantages, as you can often tell what the mage is going to unleash from the words of the chant.

For example, if you say 'Spirit of the Wind, gather around me', that's basically the format for wind shield or wind armour.

If you say, 'Wind, turn into a sharp blade and sweep forward', that's a typical windblade technique.

If you add the words 'angry' or 'strong', the power of the spell will be much greater.

Of course, to prevent enemies from taking advantage of this characteristic of spells, mages will use the following methods in battle.

The first is the fast chanting method; as long as you chant fast enough and stay focused, your opponent won't be able to think about the effect of the spell.

The second is the silent casting method and the preparatory casting method, which can completely eliminate the embarrassment of casting spells in combat.

The third is the word-changing method and the misdirection method. A clever mage can train himself to mislead his opponent by inserting false words into the spell without affecting its effectiveness.

Some wizards can even do this so that they can recite one spell while casting another.

This is achieved by directly replacing the meaning of the words in the spell with another word. The principle is similar to self-hypnosis or language translation.

Magic is very practical," said Oug, looking at the gentle breeze rising from the ground.

This is the power he once craved.

Soon, under the effect of the smoke, the last of the goblins hiding in the dark corners of the cave could only flee to other exits.

The long-awaited Thurandik emerged to give them a good thrashing, and some of the quicker goblins were unable to escape the long-range sniping of Oug and Fuke.

After about ten minutes of hard work,

Oug confirmed that there should be no living goblin survivors inside.

What's this?" asked Lange, looking at the bag in Oug's hand. Why did this guy never seem to be able to get rid of anything?

'It's flour from the goblin lair. They must have looted it from the village. Ogg took the black powder left over from earlier and mixed it with the flour.

Long: 'What's flour going to do...'

What are you doing? Fuko was also curious. Ogg had just got up, so he thought he was leaving.

We have to block the entrance here, otherwise this place will sooner or later become a meeting place for goblins again. Taking advantage of the last breeze, Ogg opened the sack of flour and powder and scattered it around the cave.

The wind blew the dust all over the cave.

Everyone stay away," Ogg warned.

Although the crowd was a little confused, they listened and did as they were told.

Then Ogg deftly picked up a stone in his hand - a piece of flint.

Boom!

The sparks from the flint against the cave wall created a powerful explosion in front of everyone's eyes.

Then they understood what Ouge meant by retreating.

'What... what just happened?' Lange asked, looking at the explosion.

I'm not really sure about the principle, I just know that it can cause an explosion. Well... how should I put it, I read about it in a book,' Ouge replied casually.

It was actually from a half-lost old book on the black market, and it seemed to have been printed by the Church of Truth in the past.

He didn't know why such useful knowledge hadn't spread.

It can't really blow up the cave, but it'll keep this place clean for a long time," Ogg said, looking at the falling rocks.

The collapse of the main cave can effectively prevent the goblins from refilling the area in a short period of time, thus compressing their living space.

'You really are...' Fuke looked at Oug and didn't know how to judge this teenager who was about his age.

If you said he was stable, he seemed a bit out of it; if you said he was out of it, he was so thorough in everything he did.

If he didn't like money, he would be the perfect boyfriend.

It's hard to imagine that this guy is actually the same age as him.

Goblins deserve to die! Seldinick's opinion is very simple.

Come on, don't be sad. There's nothing more to see here. Let's go, we should hand in our quests as well, the adventure has only just begun today...'.