Renjiro's expression darkened. "Still not ready to talk? Huh?!"
The ogre bared his teeth. "We are warriors, not weaklings who grovel for mercy. Kill us if you want, but you will gain nothing from us!"
Renjiro turned to Elaria. "Huuuhhh?! You forced me… execute them. One by one."
Elaria nodded.
Raising her staff, she began systematically firing Arrows, eliminating the captives one at a time.
She held no sympathy for these creatures.
Ogres were far more savage than goblins—brutal, bloodthirsty, and entirely without mercy. Even the goblins, as vile as they were, had once sought protection to escape from becoming prey for the violent ogres.
The goblins had once begged the other races for protection, even them, but in the end, their greed had blinded them to gratitude.
Now, as one ogre after another thumped to the ground after getting hit by arrows, the remaining survivors were paralyzed with terror.
