The last day of the match was bright.
After bringing my condition to optimum condition, I found the Arena early in the morning. The whole body boiled with power. Even if there were any opponents now, he was self-destructive.
As the Barbarian final, it would be a pro pose to show the best. That is the last gift I send to my fans who have cheered on me so far.
- Papod!
Before entering the Arena, I briefly applied the Practice Law to check the condition of the body. Stretched arms, strong legs. Balanced. The balance of the body is balanced with trained muscles and the correct force is applied in upright movement.
Good. No problem.
It is optimal.
Release the pose, stretch briefly, and enter the Arena.
The inside was underground, so it was quite cool.
It's the air of the day.
"Where's Durban?"
I turned down the pitch offer last week and left immediately and did not hear more about the game concept. Durban was invisible. You should also get a costume anyway, so you can listen to the concept and listen to the story.
"Ghhhhh, Durban is not here."
"What does that mean?"
Looking for Durban, a gladiator with arms in the dark speaks with a strange smile.
No. Were you there? I did not detect any mechanism at all.
It was like a professional butcher.
"He asked me to tell you that you need to wear the equipment that's there."
"What happened?"
"Well, you look busy. Ghhhhhh!"
Where the gladiator pointed, there was a box containing the costume. Well, just because I haven't heard the concept doesn't mean I can't play. I'm a pro. It's a basic pruritus.
When you look at the costume, the scenario is perfect in your head.
I checked the inside of the box as it was undressed.
"Hmm?"
Rarely, what was contained was not "costume," but "armor."
I looked closely and looked like the armor worn by gladiators.
What is it?
I thought you said no.
Well... it doesn't matter. It's just a concept. Didn't I tell you to go to the main game all of a sudden? Rather, an armor is better than a piece of cloth. While the costume was fun, the defenses were intact.
- Not bad.
I picked up my armor.
"Hoo?"
It was a fine armor that runs long from the shoulder to the back of the hand. I thought both arms would definitely protect me, but there was no breastplate to protect my torso. It was literally a traditional gladiator-like armor.
The miniature protective gear was fastened on both arms with a strap. It is finer and freer to move than you think, and the lining is soft. I felt the weight, but there was no interference in moving my arms at all.
He then wore long leather boots with iron plates on the shins and instep, and finally a chain skirt fastened to the belt around his waist.
I know the armor quite well today.
"That's okay."
I took all my gear and moved.
An armor that is as active as the optimal condition.
In this way, the arms protected by fine armor and the lower body surrounded by chains and iron plates will be protected with certainty. The torso and head are empty, but it doesn't matter much. I've always been.
I don't think I'm gonna get hurt today.
Good combat power comes from good equipment.
With iron around my body, my pride sprinkled.
We must fight vigorously today.
Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll enter.
"I'm dressed like that, so I don't see any new recruits anymore. Hahaha!"
The gladiator who was watching me spoke.
"Are you?"
"I really want you to be my colleague. Hahaha!"
"Unfortunately, I'm also a livelihood person."
"Hahaha... I'm so sorry... Hahaha!"
I feel it all the time, but with this gladiator, the proper painting was not established. He always laughs like a broken radio somewhere. I had no idea whether the laughter that penetrated the conversation was to cut off the other person's words or to emphasize his or her own.
If the laughter had a color, it would be purple.
Purple is the color of death.
Well, it's the last time I see this guy and his face.
- Barbarian!
It was game time. I turn my neck. I hear a woody noise. I pulled the knife. I put the knife against the wall, and I made sure to take the knife. I grabbed the handle and turned my wrist.
I like the grip.
The gladiator shakes his hand appropriately and climbs to the ground. From the exit, the overflowing sunlight felt like Abraxas the god. If so, am I the bird that breaks the egg and moves forward?
I'm Birdman Kim, today.
A Birdman who will win and fly to my god, a Birdman who will stick his beak in the skull of a human being and suck his brains out!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
A voice like Ure welcomed me.
I stood at the Arena.
"Who's against me-!!!"
My cry echoes through the Arena. The real Acapella was this. A voice that overwhelms the world with the sound of a pure human being without the help of any instrument!
"No, no, no-no!!! The Barbarians of today! Oh, my God! I came out in normal clothes!!! This is ridiculous! I can't believe it!!"
The moderator who saw my normal makeup was appalled.
In the meantime, I've only worn strange clothes. I've never worn anything so normal. I lifted the knife high and was frustrated.
"My opponent! Who is it!"
- Chul-kung!
Immediately the opposite iron spear opened.
Who is the opponent of the day! Goblin? Kobolt? Play? Anything is good! Because I am invincible today! No matter who you become, you will not be defeated!
"His opponent is our long-time executor-!!!"
What, the executor?
"Old Orc, who has become a child!!! It's a bulbous!!!!!!!!!"
- Waaaaaah!
-Bulbur! -Bulber!
- Oak!
I had a gut feeling I was fucked.
"Durban, you cheeky..."
The audience's cheers rang. Like crawling beyond the Iron Spear, no. Walking out was an oak with a fallen body shape of green skin.
"Vulver! Our idol, famous for executing evil criminals! Evil and merciless oak! It's a Vulbuza!!!"
Fuckin 'hell.
I never listened to Orcs without talking about Amchang.
The oak finally comes out of the iron spear completely. My heart got cold. Running? I looked back. Iron Spear is closed. The wall of the Arena? Too high.
... there was nowhere to run.
"... fuck."
A cold body echoes the obedience of death.
"These bastards..."
The desire for simultaneous survival soared to its maximum.
"Today is going to be a retirement match for Bulbourg!!! The executioner Bulbur, who has been executing sinners in the Arena for a long time! This old Orc has lost one eye in the last sinner glare match!"
The moderator's long explanation sounded as if it were empty.
"Oh, my God! This old Orc was sick and unable to overcome that wound! He was an executioner oak, but he was already old! Perhaps this will be a match to repatriate the Vulbuza whose death is nearing completion!"
Durban tricked me?
Or retribution from the Arena for refusing the offer?
No, in the first place, does the Orc enter the Jerep monster?
Obviously, the contract deals with Nol, Goblin, Kobolt, and other weak small monsters. This is a flagrant breach of contract. Orcs are weak little monsters?
Oh, shit!
But it won't do me any good if I yell at you with a contract here.
"Indeed!!!! Who will win! Will the emerging strong Barbarian warrior Katt win, or will our executor, Vulberga, still win, even if he is old and ill?"
The audience was also excited.
It sounded as if it was buzzing by the ear.
- Quang!
The iron spear holding the oak is closed again.
There was no exit.
"Game on! Here we go!"
It's fucked, it's fucked.
I felt badly fucked. I've never seen an Orc, but I hear it's quite strong and brutal. It looks like a human being, but it's just a monster.
I raise my head and see the oak in front of me.
Old Orc. Kidding Oku. Executioner Orc. Sick Orc. His name was Bulbur. My height was smaller than mine, but the muscles around my shoulders still looked strong, and my bloated abdomen also looked incredibly firm.
Most importantly, the molars that protrude out of the mouth, and the snout that pops into the mouth. He was smaller than me, but it seemed to be due to his grotesque posture. The skeleton itself? It was about the same size as me.
That's a sick, old oak?
- Bugs and bumps.
The Vulver slowly walks towards me. What was in his hand was a seemingly solid, seemingly distant club and an old, sharply discarded hand axe. There's only one leather panty you're wearing.
The armament itself was above me. However, there is no other information. The urge to flee boiled up. But there was nowhere to run. The only way out of here is to kill that oak.
Haven't you done that before?
- Gulp.
I spit. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety, ominousness.
Fear took hold of my body like a shivering tentacle.
Win?
Fight?
Run away?
... fuck.
I don't even feel where to start.
I take a step back, vigilantly following Vulbuza's movements. I couldn't measure the gap with him. All of a sudden, throwing an axe is death when you make a mistake.
The search continued. The moderator chattered, and the audience shouted.
The Orcs also realize I'm hesitant.
Not good.
- It was then.
"Profitability!"
The oak makes a cry.
"What? Profitability?! Did you just say you're a dick?!!"
"Profit!!"
"You fucking phallum!!"
Somehow, it sucks! 'When I heard it, my anger began to soar. When the orcs are ripe, the dragon says, "Hustle! You fucking floating son of a bitch! Make sense!
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"
I yelled, too. Good. What are you going to do before you fight? I win. I'm not even a barbarian Kim Kat who cut off even the Great Beast of Destruction!
You can win! He's old, sick, and even lost one eye!
Search the ground.
Only the winner can get out of here alive!
Then there is no way but to win!
"Drunkenness!!!"
Vulbuza roared, as if he were angry with me.
Hold the knife tight and pose. Squeeze your muscles. Breathe to the limit. My weapon is one of my Bastard Swords. However, the weapon of the Vulbuza is only one bare wooden Monkey and a hand axe.
If you just watch out for throwing your hand axe all of a sudden, you'll be able to shoot and press it with a weapon. Weapons themselves were better for me. Because Orcs are also monsters of the human type, they can't escape the limits of the body.
- Pa!
I hit the ground.
If you're empowered, you can add speed.
I go abruptly.
Nothing is as easy to kill as an opponent who is crouching because he is scared. If you want to fight and survive, there is no other way than to run aggressively and attack. Apparently, it is an orc with the reputation of 'executioner'. You have more experience in the game than I do.
But I don't kneel if it's a 'practical' experience.
My 3 years of struggling with giant monsters have been a struggle!
"Wong-Woong!!!"
I didn't have a god to cry out to, so I just called out the name of the Native Cheerios. Although you have a Buddha, he's an immortal. Jesus went to elementary school once.
Then it would be right to call for cheer.
"Drunkenness!!"
I swung my sword.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"
Me and Vulbuza are in a fight.