A Wall with Legs?

A moment after the two beasts fell on the ground, a precise amount of mana surged out of Elliot's hands, crystallized into the formed of a single bright blue lance that carried incomparable might and sharpness, and that lance pierced through the head of the fire-tailed fox and stabbed into the chest of the evil ogre.

As blood gushed out of its chest, the ogre, who knew that the lance had shattered its icy cold heart and it didn't have more than a few moments to live, looked at Elliot with resentment and great anger and mouthed off some words.

Before it could even finish what it wanted to say, it died.

Every sign of life left the ogre in the middle of its devilish speech!

Elliot narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

He didn't understand what it had said before succumbing to its wounds.

However, he had memorized whatever it had said.