Chapter 110: Delivered to the Door
Carefully peeling off the mud from the outer layer of the konjac, the female ogre's eyes were filled with greed as she sniffed the tempting aroma.
Unexpectedly, she didn't eat the konjac she collected, but instead placed it in a rough and ugly wooden frame, merely licking her fingers that had touched the flavor.
She then lowered her head and began to dig in the soil with her hands, trying to follow the roots to find the next konjac.
The other ogres did the same, gathering the konjac they found piece by piece without privately eating them.
This somewhat exceeded adventurers' understanding of ogres. Seeing this, Matthew blinked in surprise, realizing that the plan had become smoother.
The only possibility for the gluttonous and lazy female ogres to be so restrained was that...
There were newly born ogre infants in the camp!
Lazy and brutal, ogres were undoubtedly terrifying to the creatures around them.
However, they were surprisingly good to their offspring.
Not waiting any longer, Matthew took out a small length of white silk thread and quickly chanted a spell. Pointing his staff forward, he said:
"Second-tier spell - Web!"
Spellcasting beyond his level!
Matthew was already a Level 3 Arcanist and needed to level up one more time to "master" second-tier spells.
However, thanks to the characteristics of an Arcanist and his extraordinary intelligence attribute, Matthew could perform spells above his tier!
Of course, doing so consumed extra mana.
The web falling from the sky covered the unprepared female ogres, immediately causing chaos.
The web, as thick as fingers, tightly bound them; the more they struggled, the tighter it became.
The female ogres howled incessantly, their sharp, high-pitched cries echoing far away.
From a distant mountain stream, faint shouts echoed back and, hearing this commotion, the adventurers immediately grew tense.
The female ogres had called for reinforcements!
Matthew didn't continue attacking the trapped female ogres because something interesting happened.
When the female ogres realized they couldn't escape, they actually began lying down on the spot!
They gave up!
That's right, although the female ogres had strong, intimidating bodies, as long as there was no immediate threat to their lives, their desire to fight wasn't strong.
They usually waited quietly for the male ogres to come to their rescue.
Knowing this, Matthew didn't continue his attack. Looking at the somewhat stunned soldiers and adventurers, he calmly said:
"The male ogres will arrive soon, prepare for battle."
"Their spell resistance isn't strong. Hold them off as long as possible, leave the rest to me!"
Hearing this, everyone detected an unparalleled confidence in Matthew's tone.
Old village chief Field took out a bottle of dark green potion and poured it into a small black bucket, then added water to it.
After fully stirring it, he signaled to the nearby rangers and rogues:
"Apply it to the arrowheads, it's quite effective. Just be careful not to hurt yourselves."
Some experienced mid-tier rogues sniffed it lightly, and a faint numbness hit their lungs, their eyes lighting up as they exclaimed:
"Paralysis potion?"
Meeting the adventurers' surprised gazes, old village chief Field nodded indifferently, signaling for other soldiers to bring out the crossbow bolts.
The soldiers acted quickly, dipping the bundled crossbow bolts into the mixture and soaking them for a few seconds with practiced ease.
The soldiers lined up to dip the arrows, and the adventurers subconsciously lined up as well.
Having become accustomed to queuing in Bay Ridge, the adventurers also started to discuss it.
"Is it the paralysis potion that costs 30 gold coins per bottle?"
"That's right. Although its effect only lasts for an hour, it's extremely potent, even effective against high-tier professionals!"
"30 gold coins per bottle? That expensive?"
"Expensive? A bottle of paralysis potion is nothing! Look at the crossbows they're using…"
"It looks like a military-grade crossbow, each one costing 20 gold coins…"
"And the crossbow bolts are top-notch too… each one is at least 10 silver coins…"
"I'm envious…"
Without a comparison, there's no sense of loss.
Seeing the lavish equipment of the Bay Ridge soldiers, the adventurers couldn't help but murmur to themselves.
"Why would the lord of Bay Ridge be willing to spend so much money on regular soldiers?"
Filled with doubts and a slight sense of grievance, the adventurers finished dipping their arrows and dispersed to hide under the commands of Alice and Field.
Over ten huge male ogres were already charging in with loud howls.
They shouted as they ran, trying to locate the exact position of the female ogres.
The lying female ogres called back excitedly.
Just as Alice was about to draw her weapon against them, Matthew softly said:
"Don't worry, I'm more concerned they might not make it…"
While Alice was stunned, the male ogres from the distance had already located the sound and arrived.
A dense barrage of arrows rained down on the ogres.
They were hit by several arrows, but their thick skin and tough bodies showed no reaction as they continued to charge forward.
"Ding, the ogre is affected by paralysis poison, poison will take effect in 7 seconds…"
"Ding, the ogre resisted the paralysis poison…"
"Ding, the ogre is affected by paralysis poison, poison will take effect in 9 seconds…"
"Ding, the ogre resisted…"
"..."
The ogres had strong bodies, and some with higher constitution attributes were even able to resist the paralysis poison once or twice.
The barrage of arrows kept coming, and after 3 to 4 rounds of volleys, each ogre had seven or eight arrows sticking out of them.
They could resist once or twice, but couldn't withstand everything!
As Matthew saw these male ogres rushing toward him, the paralysis poison had already begun to take effect.
Their limbs twitched, their movements became erratic, and many of the male ogres were losing control of their balance.
Sensing danger, the male ogres tried to swing their thick wooden clubs to block the incoming arrows.
But their movements were too clumsy, only able to protect the vital points on their heads.
A few male ogres even tried to throw javelins.
But their opponents were quite cunning, always hiding behind tree trunks.
The giant javelins flew through the air with a loud whoosh but failed to hit any targets.
Soon, the male ogres were covered in blood, and their condition quickly deteriorated.
The paralysis poison's effect on them was becoming increasingly severe, making the short distance of a few dozen meters seem like an insurmountable gap.
Matthew could see that although these ogres still had plenty of health left, their bodies were starting to succumb to the burden.
Their overall movements had slowed down by thirty percent, and their threat level had dropped by nearly half.
"Don't get too close, keep shooting from a distance."
Having grown accustomed to fighting trolls, the big guys had shed their initial nervousness, finding it hard to feel any awe toward the pathetic ogres in front of them.
After much effort, when the ogres finally rushed over, Matthew cast "Grease" on the ground, causing the ogres to stumble and fall all over the place.
While they're down, finish them off!