Count Scribe's Tutor

Meanwhile, the time.

Mullen's preface was turned upside down.

It was because of the undead army that appeared with the dark fog. 7,000 by eye. It was seven times the size of the defensive force guarding the main gate.

However, Berem Kirdrick, the fifth knight commander stationed at the western gate, was not worried much. Because Seo Mun was famous for being the most defensive of Mullen's castles.

The walls are engraved with defensive magic to absorb certain magical damage. On the outside of the gate, there was a special magic that sparked a fiery flame just by holding out your hand.

Where is he?

There are more than a million magical arrows pouring out at the top of the wall every minute. Moreover, shortly after he became aware of the attack, he fired a flare and even called for backup.

“This should hold. ”

Even if it is 10,000, not 7,000.

Berem believed that and did not doubt it. But as the Undead approached the wall, something incredible happened.

“Master! The magic won't work! ”

“· · · · · · · What? ”

An urgent shout from above the walls.

Berem frowns. Then all of a sudden, I tried to scream, "What are you talking about?" However, the undead snapped at the gate faster.

“Khhhhh!”

“Glug! Kahaha! ”

A bizarre beast comes from just beyond the gate.

Berem's eyes widen as he hears it. Touch the gate and the fire will rise. But the smell of burning didn't really work the magic.

“Damn it, everybody, run! ”

“Stop! Don't let it get through! ”

The knights and soldiers who know what's going on have joined the gates together. As you stack the cobblestones and sandbags, you push through the gates with all your might.

Berem, who knows the situation, also shouts with an urgent face.

“Support! Support yet!? ”

“The Earl is coming! Just a little longer. ”

The deputy's answer came back. However, he stops speaking and suddenly blushes his face. Like a man who saw what he couldn't. The moment Berem was about to ask why.

Qajik!

I heard a rupture I shouldn't have heard.

The scream of a soldier coming right at you.

“Stop, the gates are coming down! ”

“What?! ”

Berem's face is blue as a deputy. At the same time, an unbelievable sight flashed into his eyes.

Quack, quack! Wood Duck!

A blade wrapped in black magic.

It was a spectacle that rushed through the gates at an enormous speed. The gate suddenly turned into a beehive and began to collapse.

Soon the battlefield turned into Abigail's chapter.

“Ahhhh!”

“Sa, help me! Huff!”

The soldiers at the gate scream.

But the screams weren't long. The whole mountain was torn apart by a swarm of zombies. Like a hungry Angler, those who snatched at the soldiers quickly waved their hands to enter Mullen.

“Shield Squad, forward! ”

“Don't send any of them back! Once this place is breached, it's over! ”

But it wasn't easy to get in.

Berem has prepared a defensive force in advance.

With a large square shield forward, the soldiers tighten their legs. Behind this is their family. I could never let him in.

However, there was one who laughed at such soldiers.

Pa!

A black object strikes the ground in an instant. At a terrifying speed, it leaps over the shield and into Mullen's feet.

“ · · · · · ·! That guy! ”

A creature holding a black sword.

He made the gate like a beehive. That's when he suddenly starts running north. It's like there's a destination somewhere.

Seeing this, Berem yells at his deputy in a hurry.

“Deputy!”

“Yes, Master. ”

“Pursue him now! Stop him at all costs!”

About a dozen knights, including deputies, pursue him.

Berem wanted to come, too. His skills were unusual. But he was the only commander here.

“Even if you were the first Confucius. ”

Berem grips his teeth.

If Shane's around, you leave him in charge. But strangely, I haven't seen him since this morning. Why the hell did you leave?

When the grumbling comes up.

“Master! I'm getting pushed. ”

“No, no more. Khh!”

Soldiers dying one by one. A hole has been drilled into the formation. Some undead are pushing their torso all the way over Mullen. At this rate, it's only a matter of time before we're breached.

The moment of despair in Berem's face.

Huo

The wind blows.

At the same time, the undead body attached to the soldiers is divided into four equal parts. Not only that. With a flash of light, dozens of undead are torn apart at the gates.

“Ew, this is... ”

When Berem's eyes opened wide.

“Report, Berem Kurdrick. ”

I heard a familiar voice in my ears.

A middle-aged knight in silver armor. It was Earl Archdut.

“What's going on here? ”

An earl standing resolutely with a sword wrapped in error.

Several undead lunge at him, but it is meaningless. Seeing the Undead sweeping like a leaf, Berem quickly knelt on the ground.

“I'm sorry, Lord. Khh! I couldn't defend the gate. ”

Berem starts to report with a crying voice.

But he couldn't even speak.

Suddenly, I heard a noise not far away.

Kuaang! Kuaang!

Do you think this is what it sounds like to hit a giant rock?

This time, the ground shook violently. Berem cries out in astonishment as the Earl's gaze returns.

“Catapults! They're using catapults! ”

“What?"

An undead using a catapult? If it were any other situation, he would have said it was nonsense.

But I couldn't do it this time. The undead in front of us were the ones who lightly destroy common sense.

Then where the hell did they get the catapult? While thinking about it, there was a place that came to mind for a moment.

“By no means in Fort Fort Forest! ”

The moment the Earl opened his eyes.

Boom!

Once again, I heard a noise. A flying rock in a row.

The Earl stares at the battlefield beyond the gates with his teeth clenched. Magic soldiers could break the catapult, but they're blocking the South Gate now.

I was in a hurry to call you here.

‘· · · · · · · · How. ’

The moment when I was troubled.

Qarrr!

The wall comes crashing down with a loud noise. Because it collapsed toward the castle, the soldiers near the wall were buried together.

Soldiers buried without a single scream.

Then I heard a sound I didn't want to hear from the other side.

“Kahahaha!”

“Glug!”

Thousands of undead hordes rushing in screaming.

In that horrific landscape, the Earl frowned.

“Stop them! Don't let any of them get away! ”

The knights and soldiers desperately built a defense line.

And it wasn't just the Earl who frowned.

“All hands, defensive formation! ”

“To defensive formation! ”

Giaren and the soldiers who followed Robert directly.

They make a dashing march. To stop the undead from coming through the siege. Giaren then grits his teeth, watching Robert from a distance from the battlefield.

‘Prince 3! Don't tell me you want to use us for this! ’

With a plausible misunderstanding, Giaran's face crumpled.

Soon after, the battlefield quickly turned into a dysfunctional war. The defensive advancement is fragile enough, and only human screams are heard everywhere.

“Glug!”

“Huff-puff! Ahhh! ”

The enemies are cruel. You tear off the human soldier's limbs and eat their flesh, leaving them alive on purpose. No matter how elite the Kingdom is, I couldn't help but feel demoralized by this horror.

“Ugh! ”

Moreover, they continue to replenish their power. The comrade you just fought with turns into a zombie. Then you swing your sword at an ally. It was truly a terrible sight.

Bam! Bam!

And now, hypothetically, even the undead are using magic.

The situation is getting worse.

The Earl, who was worse than this, soon became resolved.

“All units, fall back! Join the Magic Corps to spread their defenses in the rear! ”

When I made the decision out of my mouth, the action was easy.

Tear apart the ghosts that run like leeches. The erl turns away soon. Then I was about to head towards the south gate.

Woohoo! Woohoo!

You hear a commotion from everywhere.

“What, what? ”

“Horn honking? ”

Several knights have guessed the identity of the sound.

And that moment.

Around the outskirts of the battlefield, there were men who dug through the forest and revealed themselves. A group wrapped in gray robes and covered their faces with white masks. The trumpet sounds once more to the battlefield, and they pull their weapons together.

Friends or foes?

A strange tension fills the battlefield, and a giant axe turns to the undead.

“The target is the dead ahead! ”

You hear a loud shout.

Soon, Harmin, who was in the lead, rammed the ground.

“All hands, forward! ”

“To the chieftain of Serek! Charge!”

No one hesitated.

Even with thousands of undead in front of them, they quickly dive into the battlefield.

Shhh!

Spirits rising from everywhere. Immediately, fire and ice attacks erupt. Not only that, but the individual forces of the warriors of the gray robe have also been dispatched.

Suddenly, the soldiers were dumbfounded.

Ferda grins as she watches it from afar.

“Nice timing. ”

The beings of the Grey Robe are Dark Elven Warriors.

But not all of them were Dark Elven warriors. Out of the total 1,500, 1,000 were undead. The golden light that flashed beyond the mask was proof of that.

“I did what I was told to do. ”

Even if it's an enemy, it's a little hard to know who it is. It wasn't time to send out a real commander yet.

So I told Harmin on the bridge. Wear white masks in gray robes, both undead and dark elves. The result was the landscape that was right in front of me.

When a satisfactory smile appeared on Ferda's lips.

Kuku ku ku!

The direction of the catapult has suddenly changed.

Looks like they felt more threatened by the Dark Elves. Ferda wears a gray robe prepared for her to carry a huge boulder. Then he turned around and muttered.

“Then shall we move on? ”

“I've been waiting for that. ”

Similarly, the Heron in the gray robe froze coldly.

Soon after, the two men threw themselves into the battlefield without anyone having to.

* * *

The center of the army that attacked Mullen's preamble.

There is a giant skeleton near the catapult. The Ogre King is who he is with a twisted attitude.

It was Bacoom, a deadly ogre with a great man's rage.

Kuaang! Kuaang!

A massive rock flew from the catapult hits the wall. At first, it doesn't seem to be working, but the more you continue, the more cracks you begin to crack in the wall.

Of course. Bacoom's magic melted in this rock.

Qarrr!

The wall comes crashing down with continued attacks.

Then Bakum saw this and laughed as if he was excited.

“Kuhahaha! Yes, destroy them all! ”

Bakum wields a red attitude.

I want to run away and tear the Humans apart.

But he had an important mission.

One is guarding the catapult. And the other one is to buy time until a colleague who has infiltrated Mullen comes back out.

These were the two.

“Knng! Tervand should be arriving at his destination by now. ”

A great warrior in the desert. Desknight, Lattervand.

His mission was to retrieve the Orb of Death, their king. But Bacoom complained about it.

“If it wasn't for him, it would have been my job. ”

A jealous glare flashes through my eyes.

But Bacoom's thoughts didn't last long. It was because those who disturbed his mind appeared.

“To the chieftain of Serek! Charge!”

A crowd of over a thousand in gray robes.

The stargazers start tearing apart the undead. Soon after the spirits burst from the ground, Bacoom found out who they were at once.

“Someone did it and they're fucking deadbeats! ”

Dark Elves. They're more annoying than Humans if you let them roam around.

Recognizing this, Bakum turns the dialysis machine away.

Kuku ku ku!

The walls must have fallen, too. I was going to blow the rocks to destroy their progress. Then, as the rock rises above the catapult, Bakum shouts out in a loud voice.

“Shoot! Kill them all! ”

Soon the battlefield will be bloody.

When he burst into a joyful smile, Bacoom realized something was strange.

“You bastards! What are you doing?! ”

The rock never flew away.

After realizing this, Bacchum turned his gaze towards the castle. Then, all he could see was the torn corpses. Moreover, this was not the only thing that stimulated Bacoom.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

All the catapults have been destroyed. It was the horsepower arrows of hundreds of feet that flew everywhere. After one of the missions was lost in the blink of an eye, Bacoom's blue eyes flashed with fury.

“How dare you! ”

Bakum, who had the weapon, tried to move his feet.

But strangely, my feet don't move. Not only that, my arms and neck do not move.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

At that moment, a thin thread flashed into my eyes.

A blue thread that looks like it will snap soon. The thread ties Bakum's arms and legs together tightly.

“What the heck! ”

The blue light of Bakum flooded in.

It was a matter of pulling up magic and breaking it all at once. But strangely, the thread is still intact. When I was embarrassed by this strange phenomenon. Bakum realized that there was someone at the end of the thread.

The Angel Master. Ferda.

“Human?”

Bacoom was asking me that.

There is a ghost next to Ferda. It was Heron, the master of the catapult. Ferda pounces on his appearance.

“Left chest. ”

In fact, the moment I sealed off his movements.

Ferda captured the location of the nucleus present in Bakum's body.

“Behind the fourth rib is a nucleus. ”

“I'll take that under advisement.”

I'm afraid the answer is over.

The Heron with the bow pulled back without hesitation. The arrow that left the demonstration swirled around like a curl, and flew straight to Bakum's chest.

Phew!

The red core has broken clean.

Then Bakum's eyeglow disappeared like a candle. The massive bones of his body spill out.

“Sniper complete. ”

End of chic muttering.

The ogre king bacum, the enemy commander, is silent.

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