The spell "Minor Damage" creates numerous tiny yet extremely sharp etheric energy blades. These blades vibrate at a high frequency on a molecular level, making them exceptionally lethal. When tens of thousands of these blades converge within a small area about 70 cm in diameter, they unleash a massive amount of damage upon the target. Additionally, this spell also uses elementary spatial techniques to achieve instantaneous transmission.
Only a few defensive methods, such as spatial defense, can effectively intercept this curse spell. This type of attack is particularly well-suited for dealing with an Ogre, who possesses a strong physical defense but lacks the intellectual capacity to defend against such a spell.
As the Ogre took three or four strides, the misty ball in Punk's hand vanished. Suddenly, a small area around the Ogre's head darkened, resembling a shadow.
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Although the spell lasted for a very short period of time, the Ogre had still taken the secondary "minor damage" without any kind of defense.
Sensing something amiss, the Ogre mustered the last of its strength and hurled a large wooden stick in Punk's direction. The big wooden stick was whistling toward him at a very high speed. The wooden stick whizzed towards him at tremendous speed, creating a strong wind that disturbed various plants and grass along its path..
When Punk noticed that the Ogre was about to throw the wooden stick, he did not hesitate to use the teleportation spell engraved in his magic robe.
Afterwards, Punk felt an invisible force enveloping everything around him. In an instant, all foreign materials in his immediate vicinity, including the air and dust, were relocated along with him to a different spot not too far from his original location. Punk experienced a brief moment of dizziness after the teleportation, but his level 2 ranger physique helped him recover swiftly.
Despite successfully avoiding the danger, Punk didn't display a happy expression. This was because, following its miss on Punk, the wooden stick was now hurtling directly toward the little donkey's direction.
On the other side, the Ogre took two more steps after being hit by the spell because of inertia and then fell to the ground. Its whole head was now like something that was pulled out from a meat grinder. The flesh on it was almost chopped into meat paste by thousands of energy blades. And the Ogre's head no longer in recognizable shape.
The Ogre's body fell on the ground while mashed bloody flesh and white brain matters scattered onto the ground. Still, its fingers and limbs were twitching from time to time. Its muscles which inflated under the influence of its berserk state, also retracted to their original form.
Finally, Punk was sure that the Ogre was really dead, because with such a deadly wound in the head, even if it had the vitality of a troll, it would die. And as for the soul of Ogre, it should have been engulfed by the long river of time.
When the Ogre stopped twitching, Punk turned around and walked towards the donkey. The Oger's body had some valuable loot-like magic-resistant skin. But Punk ignored these because, first, it was only apprentice-level magic material after refining, and second, Punk had no way to refine it in this wasteland. And if it hadn't been refined by magic solidification, the low-level Ogre skin's magical properties would dissipate very soon and become ordinary fragile leather before Punk comes out of this Westland.
Also, at this moment, Punk was more concerned about the little donkey's safety, which was their only transportations method. And he hoped that the worst has not happened.
At this moment, Kane also climbed out of the pit with a deformed shield in his hand. He first glanced at the Ogre, whose head now turned into a bloody puddle on the ground and a trace of fear quickly flashed in his eyes, and then he became carefree again.
"I say, brother Mage, do you have sadistic tendencies or something? Why would you make it so miserable, or do you want to try ogre soup at night for a change?"
As he was speaking, Kane also started to walk in the direction of the donkey.
But halfway to their destination, both stopped walking at the same time!
A huge stick was slanted on the ground, surrounded by scattered wood fragments and some bloodstains, which was everything that was left of the cart and the poor little donkey.
"It might not be that bad of a thing after all; at least I don't have to endure the disgusting smell of the walking dung hill until Konola city.".
Punk was unexpectedly feeling more fortunate than he was upset.
"... noooo…. I fought so hard with that big mountain of meat that even my shield was broken. What was it all for?"
Kane lashed out, brandishing his battered, mangled shield.
"What are you talking about? Your shield is just fine! Isn't it?"
Punk teased Kane and then picked up the small bag filled with wheat bread from the scattered goods and started heading towards the Konola city.
"Damn it. It was not yours. So, you don't care. Oh! My poor little donkey, I can still remember how cute it looked while shaking its ears with red hair!"
While pretentiously expressing sadness about the donkey's death, Kane carried a large bag of dried meat on his shoulders.
"Those cute red hairs of your little donkey is definitely mixed with the puddle over there,"
Punk pointed to the blood-red meat paste mixed with mud beside the wooden stick.
"But it seems like you're too hungry right now! you should eat something first, then speak these useless words."
After saying that, Punk started walking without even looking back.
"This is called sympathy and sentiment. Someone like you with no emotion will never be able to get a girlfriend in the future..."
Kane trapped the shield on his back again, then picked up the lance on his shoulder and chased after Punk.
...
At this time, the bigger red sun "Casa" had already leapt out of the horizon, and the whole wasteland had been fully illuminated. The plants grew very fast in tender season, so the area destroyed by the battle would become normal very soon, and the flesh and blood that were scattered everywhere would decompose and become the nourishment for the new plants.
...….
After seven days of journey, Punk and Kane finally arrived at their destination, Konola city. Fortunately, they did not encounter " the undead forest" that the Baron warned about.
And also, they did not encounter the Baron's merchant friend.
But for some reason, Punk had a hunch that—— This wasteland and the forest of the dead, which he was not even sure if it existed, would meet again in the future.
...
"Oh~~~ Konola City~~~, this father is finally here."
Kane loudly shouted while standing on top of a small hill, from where he could see the high wall of Konola City. He looked just like a young knight with a majestic dream, but if those who abide by the "knight's code" listen to the second half of his sentence, they would definitely beat him up.
"Pretty ladies, just wait for this handsome Kane to save you. Ha- ha- ha- ha". While Kane was having his fun. Punk on the other hand walked down the mountain with "I don't know this guy" expression.
"Konola City, hah, I hope I can gain some useful information...!" Unconsciously, Punk's eyes once again started to glow with a blue brilliance.