Chapter 45 - 45 42 Ravaged_1

45: Chapter 42 Ravaged_1 45: Chapter 42 Ravaged_1 “Okay… got it!” Anna hastily responded, her hands fumbling as she hurriedly prepared the Healing Divine Art. Not only were the Gnolls watching wide-eyed, but so was the Maiden Priestess. She knew that Gaven’s hand-to-hand combat skills were very strong, but she had not expected them to be this formidable. In the midst of battle, Gaven looked as though he was dancing—a dance upon the blade’s edge. The Giant Wooden Club in the Ogre’s hands seemed thicker and longer than his own body; if hit by it, one would certainly be smashed into meat paste, and her Healing Divine Art might not even have a chance to come into play. But whenever the Giant Wooden Club was about to strike, Gaven would often step to the right, jump to the left, or even roll on the spot, dodging it with ease, each time precisely predicting the attack’s point of impact. Anna remembered Mr. Gaven once taught her this technique, saying to watch an enemy’s attack, not just to fixate on his weapon but to observe his waist, shoulders, and elbows—that wherever these three went, the weapon in his hand would surely follow—though without magic intervention from the Transcendent, there are definitely no exceptions. It sounded simple, but looking at the Giant Wooden Club, which was thicker than her own waist, Anna did not believe she could stay calm enough under its threat to make such judgments. In her opinion, the wisest choice would be to run as fast and as far away as possible. Crack! Aow! The Ogre let out an even more pitiful scream. Anna’s Healing Divine Art landed on him, producing a strange side effect. The tendons in both feet were healed, but the right leg’s bone broke under the influence of an unseen great force, the lower half jutting outward. “No worries, see, it’s all better now,” Gaven said nimbly jumping next to the broken leg. With a forceful kick to the dislocated part of the bone and realizing it wasn’t completely aligned, he whipped around with his tail, straightening it out with a crack. The whole process was clean and efficient, as if he had practiced it countless times before. The magic power of the Healing Divine Art was still in effect, properly rejoining the Ogre’s leg bone that had just broken. “Aow… I’ll kill you all… Hou… I’ll kill every one of you… Hou…” Hou leaped up from the ground, his Giant Wooden Club pounding the earth and his other hand striking his own chest, feeling as if he was about to burst into flames. Pain and humiliation mingled together, continuously assaulting his brain. He had been defeated before but never as miserably as now, and certainly never by a Gnoll. If this were to spread, not only would his clan mock him to death, but he would also not be able to mix in the vicinity any longer—no Goblin or Gnoll would fear him. This time Hou did not focus on hammering the Gnoll at his feet; instead, he set his sights on the other Gnolls. “Thinking of going somewhere? Your opponent is right here,” Gaven twisted his body, his tail whipping at the spot on the Ogre’s leg where it had previously broken. No matter how miraculous Healing Magic was, it could not make something completely undamaged in a short period, especially with the Ogre’s weight adding to it—this strike acted as a catalyst, making the leg snap once again. Just as Hou prepared to charge, he fell back to the ground with a thud. Seeing that the situation was turning bad, the Gnolls who were about to scatter suddenly stopped in their tracks, erupting into a chorus of barking laughter, laughing so hard that the Ogre’s face twitched. This time, without waiting for Gaven to move, the Ogre tossed aside his Giant Wooden Club, and using both hands, snapped his leg bone back into place. This time he did not stand up, but while sitting, he picked up the Giant Wooden Club for a wild swing. Want to attack his legs, do you? Let’s see how you attack them this time. “Idiot!” Gaven laughed and cursed, rolling to the Ogre’s rear and beginning to stab wildly from behind, targeting the thick neck among other spots. This area had become the Ogre’s blind spot, completely undefendable, and after suffering repeated pain, he quickly got back on his feet. He knew all too well the consequences of having his neck slashed open versus his hamstring cut. This was a trampling. An absolute trampling. By the end, even someone kind-hearted and simple as Anna started to feel a bit sorry for the Ogre. Couldn’t fight back. Couldn’t escape. Wanted to die but couldn’t. Meanwhile, there was a Priest, who from time to time hit him with some Healing Magic. Healing with bizarre side effects. Before long, the Ogre’s leg went lame, his face was covered in blisters, and his messy hair fell out completely. Finally, he sat down on the ground with a plop, holding his head, and said in a throaty voice, “I surrender, I surrender… stop hitting… I surrender…” “Looks like you’re not completely foolish!” Gaven put away his weapon and stretched his body, voluntarily canceling the Alter Self. “Master is mighty, we are willing to follow Master to the death, woof!” Gos was the first to scurry up to Gaven’s side. “The same words, I remember you saying them a few days ago.” Gaven looked down at the cunning Gnoll with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. “A few days ago it was out of coercion, now it’s from the heart, woof.” Gos slapped his gaunt chest in assurance, “If there’s any deception, may my soul not be reborn after death.” “I don’t look at oaths, only at future actions. As long as you work hard, I won’t treat you unfairly,” Gaven waved his hand, “This big guy is your responsibility now. He’s squeezed you for so long, there must be some stash at home. Get it out of him, let’s go and raid his place. Also, send a few people to the river to clean him up, God knows how long it’s been since he had a bath. The smell is too strong.” “Got it!” Gos’s eyes lit up with excitement at the task and he quickly ran towards the Ogre. Searᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Perhaps now with support, his stride was different, a typical splay-footed march with his head held high. He seemed to exude a newfound arrogance, much like a fox that struts behind a tiger. Still a bit worried that the Ogre might suddenly become violent, he conveyed Gaven’s commands from a distance of a dozen meters. Upon hearing that he should take a bath and disclose the location of his cave, the Ogre’s mouth twitched. It was a thorough rooting out, and instinctively he wanted to grab his Giant Wooden Club, but then he glanced at Gaven not far off and then at the Human Priest beside him. The Ogre shivered as if struck by a cold blast, obediently stood up, and walked toward the river. In Hou’s eyes, the latter was far more terrifying than the former. That was no Priest, but a Demon. If she continued to heal him, he feared he would no longer be himself. “Send two people to help him wash.” Gaven was dissatisfied with the force of the Ogre’s bathing. That little water wasn’t even enough to wet his ankles. “You two, go, help him wash.” Gos singled out two of the more robust Gnolls. The two Gnolls looked at each other, shoving and pushing, obviously reluctant to take on the task. Ogres were notorious for their unstable tempers, and they feared being carelessly crushed to death by one. They didn’t think they had the necessary dexterity to dodge like Mr. Gaven had shown earlier. “You go, don’t worry, I’m watching from behind. I guarantee you won’t be in any danger.” Gaven tossed a horse brush, used for grooming horses, to Gos. The bath was a pretense, further grinding down the Ogre’s fighting spirit was the reality. “This… alright!” Gos gritted his teeth and, trembling with trepidation, stepped forward. It was a perfect opportunity to prove his loyalty. One stroke. The Ogre sat motionless in the water. Two strokes. Three strokes. Seeing the Ogre being so submissive and having already succumbed to Gaven’s tyranny, Gos suddenly found his energy, wielding the horse brush like a sword, slashing freely back and forth.