FFF-Class Trashero

[Wave 2] Fly Up! EXP!

Pot!

I bent my knees slightly and jumped.

However, since the beginning of the 165-level body, the body cried out and squealed.

I thought the level would improve a bit, but compared to the maturity of the Demon Lord's Chimney, it was either level 4 or level 165.

But this is also relative.

Race: Elves

⁄ Level: 189

⁄ Occupation: Archer (Archery = Piercing )

⁄ Skill: Archery D, Accuracy D, Gathering E, Rest E, Slash F...

Status: Brawl

The stat of a wounded fairy archer on my cheek.

Skills are very stable. Even the response is absurd. He doesn't want to spread the distance if he thinks he'll get hit.

A fairy put down a bow.

Piyong-

The arrow aims for my critical point of attack in a straight line. I feel like laughing because I'm so honest.

Hey, I can see your eyes rolling.

Knng! Knng! Tak!

I dodged an arrow or put it to the sword.

If the arrow that flew in parabolas could be traced by wind spirits or magic, or even fantasy attributes that sped up, then this common arrow is just a childish prank.

It even teaches you where to go in advance with pretty eyes.

“Oh, how...?! ”

I slowly retreated to the face of an unbelievable elf. It was a great attempt to drop the bow brace in a panic and pull out the dagger at the waist.

However, the response was wrong.

Bloop!

Including the spirit of fire aiming for my flank.

I lowered the raised Bastard vertically.

“Hiik -?! ”

The elf holds the cowardly dagger horizontally over my head, but it cannot resist my full weight breakthrough.

I ignored the back of the spirit's flame and fell for it. As long as your bones and tendons remain intact, the battle will not be interrupted at all.

Uh-huh.

“One thing. ”

A fairy with pretty hair splitting off to the left and to the right like watermelon rolls around.

There was no such thing as a sword.

If I had chosen a dagger for self-defense or portable use, I should have dug deep into his broad chest without running away.

The Dagger is narrower than the Longsword. But this pretty fairy tries not to close the streets.

Lack of clear experience.

It means you've never fought a Human before. Or he's been shooting elegantly from afar.

Tsk, tsk.

I abandoned Bastard on the spot.

It's because the blade was damaged in the process of cracking the fairy skull enhanced to level 189. It's not completely useless, but I've just discovered a better weapon.

Tak!

You snatched the dagger from the bloodstained elf's hand.

A Stiletto family, this dagger is characterized by a thin, very sharp blade.

An assassination weapon that specializes in stabbing.

I tend to prefer heavy two-handed weapons like siege weapons, but this stiletto was a little exceptional.

There are no scratches on the day after the collision with Bastard.

It's quite a tribute, isn't it?

“You bastard! You...! ”

Immediately after, the elf man roars and runs behind me.

“What an idiot! ”

I was noticing a sudden loss of air flow that was touching my skin, but I don't think I should shout if I'm going to attack. This attack is blatant enough to suspect a bucket or psychological warfare for a moment.

The assailant's weapon was a thin, long rapier. A longsword suitable for Imperial Nymph males.

Completely contradictory to my taste, but that was also coveted.

The opponent is right-handed.

So I held a stiletto in my left hand.

A fairy stabbed me in the back with a rare blade.

I rotated like a puddle, grabbing the stiletto in reverse and standing at an angle against the razor of the Rapier.

Tick, Tick, Tick!

Friction between the metals ignites a blue flame.

In that state, I scrape the stiletto from the edge of the lever to the handle, as if riding on a train rail.

And finally,

“Hello?"

“Huff...!? ”

Embrace the sweaty crowd. The Dagger has an extremely advantageous timing.

A vision of the fairy man who knows it is pierced in Stiletto. Beware of the Dagger's next line.

He's a really easy guy to know.

I could hardly bear the laughter that was about to burst out, so I squeezed my right hand because I was empty-handed earlier.

And I repaid him with a strong fist.

Uh-huh.

“Cough?! ”

My right hand is traditionally stuck in the slim chin of a fairy man who looks like a parasitic brother.

His mouth twists and his head tilts upward.

His left hand was trying to do something about it, but I was too busy to care about it.

Hot meal.

I grabbed the head of the fairy man who had let go of my mind.

And like a shield, it stops the incoming arrows and spiritual attacks.

Puck, puck, puck, puck, puck...

This friend was stronger than an Engan shield due to his high level. He was even lighter because of his fairy body type.

Moreover, it was worth it because he was still alive.

The arrow attacks subside.

“Fairy friends. I'll trade you my weapon. ”

“Hup-?! ”

You plug the stiletto into the elf man's abdomen. Since you avoided the major blood vessels, you won't die easily.

You hold a rapier in your left hand, exchanged for a token of friendship, and in your right hand, you charge your friend like a shield.

The fairies were overwhelmed by our friendship.

He hesitates to attack his still living kin. So I decided to help make a decision.

You swing the rapier.

“Wh-?! ”

“Two of these. ”

The fairy girl holding the staff reminds me of the cute headache in the air. Then about a dozen spirits disappeared from the battlefield like a mirage.

Vengeance on my waist.

Aaaaahhhh!

Blood gushes like fountains from the cut edge of the neck.

And right next to it.

A pretty fairy covered in the blood of a missing head mutters with a friend's name.

I stabbed her in the mouth with a rapier.

“Ugh! ”

“You sing so well. Three."

There is no hope of survival, as the brain has been subjected to training to regulate breathing, heart rate, and digestive movement.

And this guy has reached his limit.

“I'll forget about our little friendship. Four.”

Win.

I broke a well-used fairy man's head with a shield. Because if you die of excessive bleeding, your EXP will evaporate.

Stilettos are recovered in exchange for tokens of friendship, and his body is actively burned by the flames emitted by the Spirit of Fire.

Normal corpse level 0. A lump of meat that cannot be used as a shield except for its strong species from birth.

In particular, fairies are as weak as open bones.

“Kill him -! ”

“I can't forgive you! ”

Furious fairies point their bows, staffs, etc. at me in unison, and I want to advise you that's a very rash move.

I'm not the only one here.

Black market guards fought vigorously against the deaths of their comrades. The furious fairy princess pushed the intruders so hard that they couldn't care less about me.

The fairies, on the other hand, were easily swayed by emotions.

Long-lived fairies share hundreds of years with neighbors, coworkers, and friends. After living in the community for such a long time, a family atmosphere naturally forms.

This is both an advantage and a weakness.

And this weakness is now prominent.

“Seal the exits! ”

“Protect the wolf snatchers! ”

“Hurry up with side support! ”

Black market guards have begun to push back.

It was the result of the bizarre deaths of colleagues like my family and the elves who lost their cool.

The fairies break the rope like dominoes.

“Ah! Oh my...! ”

I cry every time I see a fairy's miserable end that collapses like a dry straw.

“My poor experience...! ”

It was shrinking in real time.

The more it did, the more serious the fairy princess's mental state became. I'm running around with spirits like a crazy bitch who took a bunch of pesticides.

Nevertheless, he was strong.

If you don't level up more, today will be my funeral. It was not the time to be timid.

Let's get ready to lose a finger or two.

My growth begins now.

*

I thought you said horses could be seeds. I really cut my finger off.

I received a salty XP from the above data.

“Coward. Pretending to be vulnerable and shooting swords. ”

I tried to grab the blade with my bare hands, but I found the slashed right index in the dirt.

I almost blew my neck out instead of my finger while boasting.

With the assailant's clean battle clothes that became a cold corpse about 10 seconds ago, I thoroughly wiped the dirt off the cutting edges of my fingers.

Knock.

And it was carefully placed in place.

It may seem a little crooked, but it's probably because of the mood.

“Huff, huff, huff... Are you a demon?”

Like the first time, the future fairy king who survived by himself asked me a tough question.

Beyond anger and boredom.

I felt genuinely mistaken for a demon.

“I'm disappointed to hear you say that while trying to exterminate each other. ”

My interference has changed history.

The black market side that failed to take the hostage pole did not accept the surrender of the storming fairy princess, and was ultimately hit with a near annihilation.

How many humans died here in the 150th level? I could only tell by the princess' different levels.

Race: Arc Elves

Level: 288

Job: Shaman (Blessing = Spirit )

⁄ Skill: Spirit S Item A Charm A Archery B Blessing C...

Status: Fracture, Bleeding, Exhaustion, Guilt

I've gone up four levels.

And me?

Race: Arc Human

Level: 203

Job: Warrior (EXP 500%)

⁄ Skill: Interpreter A Murder B Speculation C Frenzy D Taunt E...

Status: regeneration, confusion

Level 199 has risen only in this black market.

... skills?

Don't worry about it, it's a minor variable.

I've seen 5x more Warrior EXP this time. Each time I killed an average 200 levels of Elves, my levels went up and down.

I am thankful for the support and support of my fairy friends who have become my experience for my dreams.

If you level up every day with this generation, you'll be able to catch the Demon King's Throat in six months!

One experience left in the future.

It was an old colleague I could never let go of.

Sylvia's condition is exhaustion, fracture, and bleeding. It was also very serious. It means that the top black market dignitaries have definitely cut her life down.

She can hardly take a step now.

But the best offense was still valid.

“Demon! You will die here with me! Earth Spirits!”

The Fairy Princess shouts in a loud voice.

She doesn't seem to have any intention of running away after herself, leaving her dead comrades and friends behind.

Fairy corpses are traded fairly well.

Just as virgins symbolize ‘purity,' fairy blood and bones are often used as magic catalysts with the meaning of ‘eternity.'

Disassembled like butcher meat.

Sylvia, possessed of human hatred, could not have known that.

So...

“Do you intend to make this a grave for all of us? Funny. You're the one who invited your friends and colleagues to this anthill. Isn't that right?”

The princess was planning to sink the black market with the spirit of the earth.

Along with you.

“Demon! It's because of you! This wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for you! We would have won! Winning didn't matter!"

“Do not engage your comrades without the will to lose. It's a complaint. And I keep insisting it's the Devil... ”

I slowly approached her.

You strip off the wolf's clothing with fairy red blood.

Tofu, tofu...

The spirits of the land who were about to destroy the black market stopped destroying it. The Fairy Princess insists on it, but she doesn't move.

Because you don't want her to die?

Not at all likely.

“Why are you surrounding this demon -?! ”

Sylvia is confused by the unknown.

The betrayal of spirits I have absolutely trusted.

In the heart of the enchanted fairy princess, I stabbed Stiletto naturally.

Then, he taught me why.

“The spirit, my friend, is your false friendship with a killing machine that matters more to you. ”

Spirits love nature.

What if we were to protect it?

The warrior must subdue the Demon King Fedonar. It's really hard to die in a live grave before that.

“A warrior...? ”

Sylvia opens her eyes and asks again. Like you want me to tell you a joke.

“Let's not meet the third time. Sylvia.”

Fluffy.

The future fairy king has become the foothold of a warrior.

Be honored!

*

Tsk: So you exterminated the fairies? When anger and vengeance are combined, they give birth to a daughter called cruelty. She's annoying and difficult. Good weighs like lead, and evil weighs like feathers. It's hard to graduate after defeating the Demon King.

I admire your moral fiber.

Those ferocious fairies attacked me first!

Judgment: Patience brings peace and haste brings regret. Wouldn't it have been better to be patient? Patience and time can do more than strength or anger. Strong student, don't rush around quietly. What do you see?

... EXP?

I think I can kill Alex the Sword King now.

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