Somehow, the Kobolt swarms reminiscent of the Heavy Air Force came to us like waves, spreading a meaningful causal tactic.
The same goes for the previous battlefield, and if you look at the troops as far as this side, the size of the Kobolts seems unimaginably large.
- Currsyaaah!!
They were screaming like ferocious rats at the roaring Kobolt Warrior, and when they saw these worm-like rats flocking to the herd, one terrible memory came to mind as a child.
As a child, I, Kim Gyeong-tae, was a purely rural child who liked insects enough to be called an insect boy.
All I had left was insects who gave up baseball. Naturally, when I became interested in moving from baseball to insects, I used to say confidently that I would be an insect doctor when I told them about my future hopes.
Anyway, that's the story.
Like all boys at the time, I was also intoxicated by some kind of spell, which was an evil vision that produced a terrible poison called solitude.
In retrospect, it may seem like a pretty nasty breeze that was quite socially problematic, but I remember that every good boy had a single jar of solitary pots because there was no other way to do it in his childhood without a cell phone.
All kinds of insects and worms. It was a classic spell that smashed a small animal's back into a barrel and allowed them to fight each other, then only one survived to the very last, making poison out of it.
Above all, it is a spell I do with my favorite insects. Without doing this, I was tempted. Immediately, I also decided to embark on manufacturing solitude to keep up with the trend.
But the weak intelligence at the time was just insect fights and butterflies and just pushing bugs into one barrel, that's solitude. It was known as So I decided to find the barrel and collect the insects.
It is.
In fact, solitude was nothing.
It was just a simple insect gathering.
Loneliness was just a purely child-specific exaggeration. Anyway, I remember shooting mountains with my friends and gathering all kinds of bugs in large barrels. It was quite a pleasure at the time...
"Oh... no! No!!!"
I grabbed his head.
The action of energetic boys was more than imagined, and more than half of the large barrels were filled with all kinds of insects. He shoved the mountain excitedly until the sun went down, so in a way, it was natural. It was time to go back that way.
At night, when we broke up with our friends, we argued about who would take this barrel, as if friendship had been a lie until just now.
This is how much insects are collected.
It was clear that it would be the strongest solitude.
It was a barrel that stimulated boys' desire to outrank their peers... to reconsider their power with sharp eyes, and to surprise them at the optimum timing. Only one winner. Like a loner, I had to eat all my friends, but I could take the barrel.
"I shouldn't have...!"
The battle with the violence of course ended with my victory (the power of baseball) and I joyfully tapped all my friends who had been gathering insects for a day today.
I wanted to show this loot to my father. My father disgusted the insects more than necessary.
He was a bizarre man who could not distinguish between long-lived and cockroaches.
When I came home and opened the lid, I was very impressed by the insects that were twitching in the abyss. I already told you, I liked insects. Even when I saw such a sight, the shock was so great that I felt only joy. The boy's innocence was cruel. Mainly enough to hold friends.
Well, we should wash up now that we're home.
As I watched the insects, I went to the bathroom to wash them like they were hollow. My mother had a conjunctivitis for about half a century, so she wouldn't let me get muddy. It will not be too late to relax after washing the insects.
"No more... Stop!"
... it was literally a sight like the curse of solitude.
After washing it all out, I realized I didn't close the lid. The full box was empty, except for a few that were already dead, and I was not young enough to know what this meant.
"Get out of my house... get out of my house!! Aaahhh!!!"
Halfway through madness, I put out a knife to the Kobolt Warrior, who is running from the top. During the past hour, an extremely trained sword cut through his carotid artery, drawing a clear trajectory.
- Curtis?
A bubble emanates from Warrior's neck.
The body of the one who was severed at once was torn apart. I remember when my father came back from work and opened the door of the house... Please, please! Stop hitting me! Father! The creation of that solitude was not meant to curse you!!! "You were going to curse me with this solitude!" My father cried out. Even if it wasn't, it didn't work. He would have noticed that I was making solitude just for a moment!
"Die! Die! Die! You bastards!!"
This was an artificially constructed underground facility, not a den of cobalt... It was like that artificial space that reminded me of the ominous barrel back then... No, the barrel had already lost its function. That's when the lid opens! Our house itself has become a manufacturer of solitude!
"Sister! You're a nigger again!"
"It's okay, but I'm good at fighting."
Of course, the Kobolts' foreword was that they would attack the walls and ceilings because the ceiling was high.
Moving forward, I skilfully marked the Kobolt Warriors.
In fact, without these brave warriors, the walkers are not much of a threat. I am no longer the old me. I believe in the thick armor that surrounds my body. He pushed his foot so bravely and stabbed him with a knife.
-Quuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!
Only the Kobolts in their own leather can't get the iron with my strength.
Stab, pull out, and twist the knife while turning the wrist. This scatters the light reflected by the blade and spills hot blood. The fire of life is extinguished. The Kobolts died one after the other in front of me.
"Saint! I will give you a sacred blessing!"
"Oh! Good!"
Elise memorizes the spell that just shattered Kobolt's head. Then a sacred light emanated from the blade. It was a Holly Enchant. At the same time, Winia made an arrow of fire and shot it.
- Bummer!
- Kyuzaaaaaah!!!
A flying arrow exploded. A soaring flame reminded me of hell as if speaking in Buddhism. Cobalt, caught in the fire, screams like an eternally tortured sinner and holds his companions in his arms. Serial splash damage followed, and the scream became contagious.
It's like me then!!!
It crawls out of my head at dawn!!!!
I swung my sword in the most excitement in that enormous mess!
"Luminosity Janwalfaa!!!!"
With the light emanating from the knife, the tension was forced to rise to its maximum. Somehow, the destructive power is also enhanced. I slaughtered the cobalt by slicing and stabbing him, pushing him to his feet.
- Curtsaak!
A howling warrior wields his hand. Immediately, he raised his hand and prevented the attack with a gauntlet. It doesn't hurt very much. Stick a knife in the neck, just like that, and it's over.
To be honest, dozens of them are like this, but they have a basic physique, so they are no match at all. Few Kobolt Warriors grabbed their necks, and the power of their enemies was instantly reduced.
On the left, Claudie is piling up the corpse while protecting Winia, and on the right, Elise is breaking the head of the Kobolts with a piece of iron. It was a terrible sight, really.
It was amazing that the tree could maintain its sanity even when it looked like this. The battle lasted approximately 30 minutes. After scolding the last one, I saw dozens of Kobolts all dead.
None of them flee.
The Kobolts in the den fight to the death.
"It's easier than I thought."
I hesitated to sit down and take a breath.
"You got a nigger knife or something?"
"Hmm? Why?"
"Then get it out."
I took a dagger out of my pouch. Do you have anything to do with this? I tried to give the horse to Winia, and she frowned again.
"You can use that to remove the Kobolt Warriors' fangs and nails. Because it costs more than they think. It's often used as a magic ingredient."
"Oh, is that so?"
Kobolt thought he was just a useless monster, so I've never heard of him before. I immediately got up and grabbed Warrior's foot and cut off a fingernail that looked like a poultry... or just a finger.
And I opened my mouth and how I pulled my fangs out. As a result, Elise also executed personal tasks. A ritual that cuts off body parts of monsters that I've seen several times.
"... but don't be careless."
I cut off my fingers one step at a time and said,
"It's a big place. It's a real big deal to meet in a small place in isolation. There's no way to get close to the wall and the ceiling."
"I'm sure it is. But I think I can do it one way or the other."
"Well, our party would be enough."
It's all too high in the first place.
I counted the loot, and my fingers piled up with cut teeth. I asked Winia about the price and told her not to worry if she could sell it. Certainly there is nothing better than selling her own wizard.
"Let's go somewhere else."
He pushes the bodies to move with his feet, and Elise stumbles. It seemed really regrettable that I kept flowing the tombstone.
"Why, Elise. You want to break this?"
"It's crazy... it's too much to smash now. But at least I want to undermine that evil pattern."
At the top of the tombstone, roughly 2.5 metres long, there was an evil pattern. Even if you can't break it, it won't be possible to undermine it. A strange obsession with the destruction seemed to be enough.
"Then... I'll help you!"
"You mean help?"
"Yes! Here we go! Come on, get on my shoulder!"
Elise is too small to reach there. So I decided to give her a ride. Do you know Seoul?
"Come on!"
Kneeling on one knee, he said to Elise, after taking the best position to burn the thigh. If you ride on top of me, you will reach out enough. And if you hit the iron, it could damage the pattern.
"Nigger, what are you doing?"
Winia narrows her eyes.
"As you can see, I intend to give Elise a ride."
"... I've never done it, either."
"If you want to ride, I'll let you ride next time. Better than that, Elise. Come on, get in."
"Very well, then I'll get help without specifying it."
Elise, who is approaching, climbs over my neck. I will omit the description of the skirt walking process. Anyway, I stood in front of the tombstone like that.
"... then I'll get started."
I heard spells over my head. This time, Elise pushes the stone as hard as she can to buff her machete.
- Quang!
However, the tombstone was not fluctuating.
"What do you think? Do you think so?"
"I'll just do a little more."
- Quang!
Morningstar, who holds the sacred light, successively casts the pattern of the tombstone. I wish I had a hammer or something to pull. Elise, who had been doing that for a while, stopped acting.
"Have you made some progress?"
"... a little scratched. Looks like it's a crowd. Now will you step down?"
"Too bad."
So I took down Elise from the stall. Claudie, who was watching us, came and said,
"Katt. Couldn't we just stack up the bodies and make the stairs?"
"Oh, is that so?"
"You're a nigger."
It was a good point. Well, it looks bad anyway. I am satisfied that I was able to feel Elise's thigh with my ears. Now that we're done, let's move on to the next room.
"That's the way it was. So let's do that."
.. You haven't given up yet.
I helped Elise move the body. Winia stares at us with a dull expression, twitching her chin with both hands, and Claudie kicks the cobalt's head.
I moved the body, and the blood poured down. I piled up the body in front of the tombstone. It was about the time that the blood that was shed from the pile was drawn through the pool.
Finally, a staircase made of corpses was completed.
Something smelly.
"Then let's go up."
Elise stepped up the stairs of the corpse. And -- tornado! I swung my arms as hard as I could and struck the iron in the pattern.
- Quang!
Let's do it.
- Kurr!!
"Eh, eh?!"
The moment I felt a tremendous vibration, I started to glow in the pattern!
"Arghhhhhh!"
With a remarkable sense of flotation, I realized that my body was falling.
The floor is off.