Chapter 70: Needing A Mage
Sven and Irene were finally able to slip off of their horses once the others had ensured that the giant monster—which was so much bigger from up close—was grounded once and for all. Even though it was still alive, it was hard for ogres to stand up quickly.
"Rope!" Arthur shouted to Gunnar who was on the other side of the writhing monster.
Irene could hardly pay attention to what her father and Gunnar were up to because, as the knights tied the monster to ensure it wouldn’t be able to get up again, apprentices were ordered to use axes to hack at its neck and head.
Despite the awful monster’s weak screams and pathetic thrashing, they relentlessly went on with their endeavor until one of them hit an artery and its black blood poured out onto the forest floor.
The girl wasn’t the only one to feel a bit woozy at the sight of something so horrible. It wasn’t only awful in sight but smell.
It struck not only her that there was a familiar scent rising in the air.
Sir Gunnar took his attention from where he had been tying the ogre. He recognized the stench in the air and, based on the apprentice’s expression, he knew she had noticed it as well.
"Iro, go summon the mages," Gunnar requested. "They will be interested to get their hands on whatever is going on here. After that, we will drag this thing out of here and burn it. There will be no necromancers in these mountains if we have anything to do with it."
"Yes, sir!" Irene responded, quickly returning to her horse and making herself useful since she was the only apprentice not actively working on the ogre.