e boulder became scorching, like a burning ember. Yet Brutols underestimated the Ogres' insanity. They charged at the hot boulder without hesitation, aided by their leader’s Bloodlust spell that numbed their sense of pain. Their thick layers of fat served as insulation, preventing burns that would have otherwise incapacitated them.

Recognizing the Ogres' formidable close-combat abilities, Brutols wisely retreated a few steps. Although he possessed fire abilities, his physical endurance was within human limits. Brutols wasn’t a Kryptonian nor a Spider-Man with superhuman mutations but a fire elemental practitioner whose success depended on strategic use of skills. In his former world, the mantra was, “There’s no best ability, only the best user.” Any seemingly insignificant power could become a lethal weapon with skillful use.

Brutols applied this philosophy. Analyzing the situation, he stepped back, allowing the Ogres to break through the boulder blockade. Positioned dozens of steps away, he had felled numerous trees with his Wind Sword, forming barriers that obstructed the Ogres. Standing atop these trees, he used his fire abilities to rain fire arrows upon them. The Ogres, despite their agility and enhanced speed from Bloodlust, couldn't reach him, impeded by his fiery walls.

The Ogres, despite their significant speed due to their massive stature and long legs, were repeatedly thwarted by the flaming barriers created by Brutols. Their attempts to outmaneuver the barriers provided Brutols with ample time to continue his assault.

The Ogre tribe was vast, with hundreds of individuals. Their simple lives, focused solely on eating and reproducing, had resulted in their overwhelming numbers. This presented a significant challenge for Brutols, who felt the pressure but did not relent. He continued his relentless attacks, reducing their numbers from several hundred to a little over a hundred. Exhausted, Brutols noticed nightfall approaching; continuing the fight in the dark would be disadvantageous. He swiftly erected more fire barriers from felled trees and retreated.

The Ogres cursed him, but the insults were mere music to Brutols' ears. A smile formed on his lips; despite the fatigue, the day's victories were substantial. Eliminating more than a hundred Ogres was a significant accomplishment, providing excellent training for his abilities and him with an adrenaline-fueled workout. He had plenty of provisions left to regain his strength. Unconcerned about the Ogres pursuing him, since they slept deeply at night, he pitched a tent and rested.

The Ogres, indifferent to his escape, soon dozed off, oblivious to any danger. Brutols dreamt of their woeful deaths the following day, content with the day's results but aware of the many remaining Ogres that 

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