Chapter 752: Section 515: Fun Amidst Serious Matters (Part 2)
Ax in hand, Malin felled the ogre—so hideous he didn’t want to give it a second glance. He drew his revolver from his waist and shot several fleeing minions to the ground. Noting that there were no more Chaos grunts around, he somewhat reluctantly gestured to his troops to drag the ogre’s head back.
No need to bother with the ax, it could walk back on its own.
As Malin turned to see if anyone needed his aid, Fio had already returned to his side, brandishing Blood Roar and began to ask for recognition of his valor. Pointing toward the retreating remnants of Chaos soldiers that had not yet escaped from view, Fio, along with Blood Roar, immediately chased after them.
You see, the joy of this ax and the World Tree Sapling is that simple and pure.
Link Svenson watched as their troops dragged back the ogre’s enormous head with a bit of amazement—this creature’s trouble was well known; the last time an ogre had appeared, three legendary knights of the Winter Wolf Church nearly lost their lives subduing it.
Lord Malin came and cleaved it with a single ax strike. Had Link not witnessed it himself, he would never have believed such a fabricated battle report, and might have even wanted to break the nose of the person who wrote it.
But the current problem was that the content of the battle report was true, and he had to write it. The very thought made him feel a phantom pain in his nose.
"This head is yours," Malin said, not keen on the ogre’s stench, which was foul enough to suggest it had no concept of bathing.
"Eh, this is far too precious," Link expressed his surprise—the head was a real prize, more valuable than all the offerings the Church sacrificed in an entire year put together.