Count Scribe's Tutor

Chapter. 24

overwhelming

By the time we got to the west entrance, it was too late.

Ferda frowns at the horror in front of her eyes.

“Hmmm, it's a little vague to interrupt now. ”

The undead climb the fence and the warriors retreat. It looks like you've given up on the entrance. Given the direction of retreat, we will attempt to rebuild the front in the city centre.

“I'd like you to buy me some time. ”

With a sigh, Ferda looks at the realm. The realm was muttering something elongated while fixing its gaze in front of its eyes.

“· · · · · · · The horsepower arrangement is simple. And they're all the same. ”

Rapidly moving golden eyes.

After a while, a light smile appeared on the dry mouth.

“Yes, I think I can take it. About half.”

Ferda smiles in response.

Before I got here. He and reality had a plan.

A plan that minimizes more damage and prevents enemies. The content was simple - robbing as many enemies as possible and then turning them against each other as much as possible. And that's all I have to do to get through that gap and take down the commander.

Half would be good. You smiled at Ferda's mouth.

With this, we are ready to execute the plan.

Shall we get started? I was just about to take a step back to unravel myself.

“But Ferda. ”

“Huh?"

“The entrance, don't you think it's breached? ”

She talks with an awkward smile. Then Ferda looks at the west entrance with a surprised face. At the same time, I saw the last remaining tower slowly collapse.

Kuang!

A burrowing watchtower with a loud noise. The ledge crumbles, and the undead are swept away like waves. The scattered warriors begin to retreat to the square.

“Tsk, I can't even buy you time like this. ”

Ferda kicks her tongue low.

This is the work of plundering hundreds of undead at once. It will definitely take a little time. And in the meantime, if an enemy moves far away, it's also a waste. So I needed someone to restrain my enemies' feet.

“Phew, I can't help it. ”

Najik sighed.

Now Heron is hiding somewhere nearby. To shoot enemies as instructed in practice in the future. And the ghosts were tasked with assisting and protecting him by the side of reality.

Ferda, on the other hand, did nothing.

“I'll buy you some time. ”

Then we have to do something like this.

I shrugged my shoulders and tapped the back of the trunk.

“Don't rush. Take your time. ”

“I'll be as quick as I can. ”

He smiled and replied.

Ferda's disciple escorted her straight to the ground.

Tadadada

After running around the roof a few times, I quickly arrived near the entrance.

You see Durahan, the headless knight from afar. From the looks of it, I'm ready to charge at the retreating warriors at once. If we go further into the city from there, it will be difficult to keep our feet on a leash.

‘We have to stop it somehow. ’

If we keep going, we'll be late. You better throw something and tie your feet right now.

I saw that it was perfect for throwing. A pointed stone. If you throw magic on it, it will be devastating. Ferda quickly brought her thoughts to life.

Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga!

With a loud noise.

A magical stone is inserted into Durahan's shield.

What? It's more powerful than I thought.

By the time I thought about it, I remembered the system message.

[Reminder]

A magical stone entered the room neatly.

Increases the skill level of 'Stone Throwing’ by (5).

Oh, that reminds me.

When we pulled out the Hyde Walkers, we had a boom.

“Y-you! ”

Familiar voices that came from that moment. Someone did, and it was Gina.

Why aren't we retreating? Why are we here?

The moment I tried to ask her, her eyes suddenly turned round.

At the same time, Ferda felt witty.

“Creek! Glug! ”

Something is coming fast.

A beast that craves the blood and flesh of the living. Unlike slowed zombies, the undead are very mobile and have strong sycophants on their fingernails. At the crack of dawn, six ghouls rush toward Ferda.

Boom, boom, boom!

Then the three seagulls burst out of the air.

It was an arrow flying from somewhere. It must be Heron's arrows.

“Kihia!”

The three surviving ghouls are closing in on Ferda.

But nothing changed on his face.

After the sound of the scalpel drawn, the ghouls turned into chopped meat.

Thump, thump.

Rotten flesh on the floor.

Irina looks at him dazed. I didn't even know where I had drawn my scepter, when, and how many times. I thought you were only good at hiding skills, but you're also good with swords.

Meanwhile, when I was shedding blood and flesh on the slaughterhouse.

You hear someone scream.

[Aah! Another undead lover!]

Screams were irrelevant to ignore.

And now was not the time to have a casual conversation with Frank. I saw two men and two women over a gull turned into a lump of meat.

“Hehe, I thought there were only chickens. ”

To the end of the low laugh.

The witch suddenly showed her face and laughed.

“There was a falcon stuck in it. ”

With that said, the undead, pushed like a flood, surrounds you in a flash.

Zombies, grills, skeletons, even undead giants. Ferda's expression was relaxed, even though she was blocked from leaving quickly.

“The king loves a good warrior. ”

“Don't be discouraged, embrace death. ”

Durahan aims at the blood-soaked Polam. Along with a blue glow burning like a flame, a heavy word followed.

“You can't change the situation with just one person. ”

Ferda laughs in relief.

You're right. There are over a thousand undead enemies. It's hard to change the situation with just one assassin. No, it was almost impossible.

But even alone, a commander is a different story.

Since the dawn of heaven and earth, if you're a mythical commander or not.

[Reminder]

* An arcade hijacked the sphere of Zombie Giant Rock (17).

A short message that appears no matter what.

Immediately after this, a number of messages blocked my way.

[Reminder]

* An arcade hijacked the sphere of skeleton 61.

* An arcade hijacked the sphere of zombie 247.

* Actuals grill (81) spheres.

A system message tells you of the success of the plan.

It's faster than I thought. The smile on my mouth darkened.

At that moment, the witch and Durahan seem to have noticed the defect. It was like a thunderbolt and I fell like I was hit.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

“What is this? ”

I was embarrassed by the relaxed voice of the attendant.

Looking at them, Ferda turns her head around.

“Hey, chief. ”

Say that again.

“Who's the one? ”

As a sign of Ferda's big smile.

Half of the blue eye light that covers the battlefield is covered in gold.

* * *

“Keep your luggage to a minimum! ”

“The eastern corridor is open. Hurry up!"

Le Shante flips over. After the invasion of the Undead, the city was breached by the enemy. The warriors rush around screaming loudly. It was to evacuate the clan, not the warriors.

It was then.

“Joe, chief! ”

You hear an urgent shout from a distance.

Three-digit rank warriors. A scout who just left the city. They were sent by the undead on the side of the passageway, but the look on their faces suggests a fair expectation.

“Yeah, was there an undead in the hallway? What's the number? ”

Irea asks with a stiff face. I hope there are fewer numbers in my mind.

But the answer had surpassed her expectations.

“The east corridor, the corridor, has collapsed! ”

“· · · · · · · · What? ”

“Not just east. Other places already. ”

The subsequent report was the shock itself.

Five of the six exits facing outward have collapsed. Even it was all an artificial collapse. Moreover, the shocking news is not yet finished.

“There were traces of animosity in the wreckage. ”

“They're the only ones who did this! ”

All enemies who invaded Le Shante are undead. They couldn't have used animosity. Those are the warriors that the warriors speak of, the warriors who followed Kurd.

“They smashed all the entrances to stay alive?! ”

“Pushing your people into limbs." ”

“The same dark elf, indeed! ”

A few elders raised their last name with a grim face.

Then someone mutters in a trembling voice.

“Then the remaining passageways are · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

I didn't hear an answer.

There was only one passageway that hadn't collapsed yet. But no one mentioned it. It was a west hallway filled with undead.

The moment I realized this, a word stuck in everyone's brain.

Solitary.

The clan was overwhelmed with breathless despair.

The first thing to react to were a few warriors.

Ding, ding, ding!

The apprentice warriors drop their weapons on the ground. Some were restless, some were trembling like they had tremors, and some were panicked, their faces turned blue.

The chaos that began with them spread like an epidemic throughout the family.

“Ahhhh! ”

“Help me. Help me! ”

“Run, we have to run. Run away. ”

Nervous, desperate, giving up, etc.

A negative shout echoes through the area. On the other hand, there were warriors who lit a flame of determination.

“Let's fight to the end and die! ”

“Yes, show the warriors pride! ”

I can't just die. Warriors cry out for fame and pride with blood in their eyes. But that didn't work on ordinary people, not warriors.

“Don't be stupid! ”

“My son is only 10 years old. I'm not going to die! ”

Turned into a chaotic crucible.

Looking at this, Irea bites her lip tightly. It is the chief's job to end the chaos and bring them together.

‘But. ’

She saw how powerful the enemy is.

I've seen a myriad of my people die for the Supreme Undead.

A fight you can't win. I felt that instinctively.

Then the fear grows sharp. When I said let's fight like this, I felt like I was pushing my own kind into the mud of death. Is that why? I can barely hear my voice.

When I could hardly make a decision.

You hear someone scream, no matter what.

“Everyone, heads up! ”

The voice that echoes through the square.

Irea's mind flashes. You hear the voices of the gaze of some warriors, including her. There was a man with heavily armed armor, shields, and a giant axe. The neutral warrior, Harmin Gember.

Bang, bang!

A giant axe that thumps to the ground.

Is it because of the noise? The settled clans raised their heads one by one.

“The battle is not over! There are still those who stand against the enemy! ”

Harmin's cry stopped for a moment.

After a while, there was a small commotion in the square.

“W-what are you talking about? ”

“There are people fighting? Now?”

A fight that doesn't stand a chance. Even the exits were blocked there.

But there's still someone fighting? Along with the question, the curiosity of the matter lifted my head. At that moment, Harmin's words continued.

“Hostiles have already taken control of the west entrance. But you know why they don't come here! Because the remaining warriors of the battlefield are fighting the undead! ”

The eyes of the warriors, including Irea, are wide open.

As Harmin said, the western entrance has already been breached. Still no sign of a zombie. The rest of the tribe mutters in a bewildered voice.

“Who the hell. ”

“What does it matter! ”

Boom!

That's when the axe hits the ground.

Harmin vomits with a blood clot around her neck.

“Doesn't it matter that someone who isn't here right now is risking his life to fight the enemy?" ”

The Dark Elves shut their mouths.

Some clans lowered their gaze. It was because they were ashamed. While they were trying to escape from here, someone else stayed on the battlefield and confronted the enemy.

The chaos in the square gradually subsided.

As the majority of the clan gradually regained their cool, Harmin called out.

“Sernerk warriors. How did you become warriors? To protect the forest, our family, friends, and blood. But what's it look like now? ”

A warrior who was afraid before the fight.

The man who sits down, abandoning his weapon.

giving up everything and feeling it. Harmin's fierce gaze quickly sweeps over them. Eyes full of reprimand. Several warriors' bodies flinch.

“Victory? Victory and defeat before anyone even fights! Victory can only be given to a true warrior against his enemies with a weapon. Losers like you don't deserve to win! ”

The warriors grip it with a fierce reprimand.

It's all true. Once you give up the fight, all that remains is defeat. You can never win. When the dark shade was cast on the square.

“But · · · · · · · · ·. ”

A voice that continues again.

Harmin looks down at the warriors.

“If anyone still dreams of winning, I'll give you a chance. ”

Some warriors raise their heads.

Harmin looked them in the eye. He thumps to the ground with his axe.

“He who has something to protect. Stand up. Those who think they are warriors, raise your weapons. Stand up! If you have anything to protect, don't sit there and face your enemies! ”

As Harmin's heat shifts.

A little light flashes back into the cloudy eyes.

Then I remembered what I had forgotten. Precious family, home they were born and raised in, loved ones, bloodlines more important than life, etc. Everywhere I look, I have to protect everyone.

Knng!

The disloyal warrior grabs the weapon.

The one who was just looking at the ground raised his head. The warriors get up, one by one, with a hiss. The atmosphere in the square was no longer confusing.

Determination (£39722; £).

There's a reason to fight on the heads of the warriors.

“Remember, we haven't lost yet. Remember, there are warriors still fighting! ”

Following that shout, everyone's gaze turned west.

There are warriors still fighting. There is a warrior who has not given up. And here, there are warriors ready to face the enemy. As everyone's eyes darken, Harmin screams like a thunderbolt.

“Follow me, you ready to fight! ”

Harmin crashes the ground. Along with him was a huge vibration in the square. The warriors followed him west. I don't know if it was the mood, or if I was stimulated by Harmin's scream.

As soon as we get to the west entrance.

Warriors face unexpected odds.

“Well, what is it? ”

“Is that · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

It's a battlefield in the middle of a war.

Enemies and allies scramble to be indistinguishable in fierce combat. But one thing was strange.

“Why are the undead fighting each other? ”

The sight of zombies gnawing at the ghouls and giant rocks crushing skeletons.

The warriors stare blankly at the unspoken landscape as if they have lost their words. Then the neutral warriors who followed Harmin came up with the answer.

“An undead ally with golden eyes. ”

“Chief candidate, servant of Silvan Archdut! ”

That said, the warriors opened their eyes wide.

“What? In practice? ”

“You can't be the warrior who fights here. ”

The faces of the warriors are horrified.

At that moment, I saw a boy with silver hair far away.

Silvan arcade.

Mixed with human blood. A half-breed or half-breed half-elf.

He stood alone in the middle of the battlefield.

You are haunting the undead and facing an enemy invading the city.

At that moment, some warriors turned their heads.

“Don't look away! ”

You hear a cold whistle like a frostbite.

Harmin is approaching. He points to the realm with an axe.

“That child is the one we ignored and despised. He, who was not treated like one of our own, stayed here to protect us! ”

When they tried to abandon the forest, reality remained in the forest.

When they lost their minds, the reality was determined.

Soon when they're desperate.

In reality, you face the enemy alone here.

Kwaak

The warriors bite their lips tightly.

I was ashamed. I was ashamed and pathetic.

Then Harmin continued.

“You can be ashamed. Feel the shame. Me, too. But at least don't look away. Embrace the courage, courage, and determination of the Silvan arcade you have fought alonely against your enemies! ”

You're right. The warriors grip their teeth and raise their heads.

Realities flashed into their eyes.

Thin arms and legs. A small, small-looking boy.

He doesn't back down. I just kept walking forward. Even with two of the finest undead ahead of us. I walked without blinking an eye.

Seeing that scene made me bleed.

My heart burns hot and my heart beats fiercely.

Why are they in this place? Why are we just watching here?

They're the ones in that place.

Knng!

I want to run away right now. I want to crush the heads of my enemies in pursuit of reality. I want to prove I'm a warrior and protect the forest with practice.

The moment when intense excitement and aspiration rose to the top of my head.

“Warriors, forward! ”

Harmin's mouth opens.

He punched the ground before anyone else.

“To the chieftain candidate, Silvan Archdut! Charge!”

The warriors didn't stand still.

No one rushes to the battlefield swarmed by chaos.

“Waaaahhhh!”

With a scream that will explode.

All Sernerk warriors join the battlefield.

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