As a dominant force in their own right, the Ogres were not so easily routed.
Against the Beastmen, they had merely been beaten back, unable to fight effectively. But facing the Lord of High Cliff Castle, they were being outright slaughtered. Their simple minds couldn't fathom how this shorty could possess such immense Power.
And after the magic they had placed so much hope in was easily blocked by the enemy, they could no longer bear the pressure. At that moment, fear took over.
They bypassed the Zor Priests they were supposed to be guarding and began to flee in disarray.
This left the four Zor Priests—dizzy and weak-legged from Magic Power exhaustion—as exposed as if they'd been stripped naked before the Lord.
With no one to block the way, it only took a few breaths for High Cliff Castle's burly brutes to surround the four Zor Priests. They were like helpless little lambs encircled by a pack of wolves—weak, pitiful, and defenseless.
"Got you."
