Former General Is Undead Knight

The battle between "The Dancing Sword" and "The Killing Curvaceous Horses" began.

It was an overwhelming difference in numbers: ten to forty, but unexpectedly the battle was the overwhelming of an inferior number of 'dancing swords'.

Especially the captain of the "Dancing Sword" unicorn crusade, the momentum of the fund's waving axe is amazing.

"Rah! orah!

The masked men of the Killing Horses, driven by a luxuriously swinging axe and outnumbered by numbers, were attacking.

Though it would be nice if it took five to push him to the fund, he can't pack the distance for the next step.

I obviously want to avoid imitations like engaging the fund, which is the most powerful person, but I also can't obviously avoid it in front of Crown, the subguild master.

I wanted to avoid imitating that the "Killing Benders" face would be the only one to suffer major injuries in such an advantage battle.

Against that background, and therefore, less motivated to fight.

"The Dancing Sword" is a strong guild in the capital of adventurers and also in the top 10% of the city of Barilla.

Though overwhelmed by numbers, he wasn't the sweetest opponent enough for a chimped-up adventurer, the lower end of The Killing Benders, to be unharmed and cleaned up.

"What are you doing! Kill him! Kill him! You can afford it if you surround it!

When Crown yells, several masked men softly try to turn behind the fund.

Tarmia, a lightly dressed swordsman waiting for it, fluttered and jumped off the back of the horse, quickly slashing the masked man's section with a double-edged knife and kicking it off, snatching the horse.

"Well done, Tarmia"

"That's not as good as a rumor. Is it just a mess?

"Holy shit!

One of the masked men sets up an arrow and releases it to the fund.

The fund used his back successfully as a shield to prevent blowing arrows by waving a big axe in bend and threatening a masked man who was nearby to retreat.

A masked man wearing a back blown arrow falls horseback.

(In a state of turmoil, I didn't expect to use an unprocessed flying tool. I have no sense of fellowship or anything. Besides, he would have lost a lot of morale due to his nasty behavior right now)

The fund breathed softly and shouted out loud.

"Be careful! These guys, if they get lost in the enemy, they'll shoot you fine! He shot me in the back!

This is not so much a warning to your allies as a warning to your enemies that they will lose their morale.

Hearing the fund's voice, the masked men clearly began to avoid coming forward.

Strike and change. "The Dancing Sword" was a skilled collaboration, laying the formation to shelter the non-combatant, the leg of the sensible sorcerer, and returning one after the other the "Killing Cursed Horses" attacking from all directions.

Though there is a difference in numbers, the U.N. crowd, with some fighting skills, and the top members of the top adventurers.

minutes turned toward the latter.

There were still no fatal injuries to the 'Dancing Sword', while the 'Killing Benders' had already left eight dead.

It was the result of greater differences in consciousness and teamwork than differences in strength.

"Omei, we're not playing! Shit, it's always useless..."

Crown bites a tight, poisonous red colored lip.

Even if it's a crown, I only see my men as expendable and replaceable.

The General's difference divided the battle, and it became a battle that truly represented it.

"Are you just watching?

Torque, the eyelid swordsman of "The Dancing Sword," approached Crown with a horse, pointing his sword.

"You got licked, you think a kid like Omay can take me?

I stare at the torque as the crown wrinkles around my face and breaks my makeup.

Torque sticks out his sword.

Crown's figure disappeared all the time, and Torque's sword wore the universe.

"Hey... where?

The moment I said it, I could hear you landing from behind.

Turning around, on the horse's ass, the crown stood.

"How dare you think you could catch me with such a sword. You think I'm the same as the lower end? Sweet, sweet. I pulled a poverty tag on my own."

Crown cleverly circles the knife with his left hand.

Torque hurriedly kicked his horse and jumped, but by the time he noticed, a knife was sticking out on his leg.

"Ugh!

Torque rolls down the ground disfigured, throwing his weapon out and holding his leg down.

"You got it in your old hand, you idiot"

Concentrate your consciousness on your left hand, which turns the knife on your sight, and throw the knife by poking a gap in your opponent's consciousness with the opposite hand.

It was Crown's skill.

(Though, isn't it possible to serve it back now... you've been looking too sweet. If I had contacted another submaster, I wouldn't have made it. Somehow I'll hang it in a trap, and they won't plunder that horn, and it'll spoil the mood between my client Sama and my master)

Crown rang his tongue and started running away on a torque horse as it was.

Seeing that, the other masked men panic and then begin to show off the bare gesture of running away.

"K, Master Crown!

After seeing the fallen torque, Tarmia narrows her kitty cat's eyes like a beast.

"I won't let you get away with it!

Tarmia sets up a double-edged knife and packs the distance to the crown at once.

"This fucking clown!

One of the adventurers of "The Dancing Sword" drew a big bow and released an arrow to the crown.

Crown looks back and slaps the arrow with a knife.

The base of the horse's leg was decided with a double-edged knife as Tarmia circled around the crown in that gap.

Crown jumps off the horse before the horse collapses.

"Omei Ra! The Admiral's getting away with it, so hold on a second. Hey! Damn......"

Tarmia pushes the horse to the crown.

Crown tried to get on Tarmia's horse as he jumped up and dodged, as he did when he was torque.

In the air, I was to meet Tarmia face-to-face.

"... ah?

As the crown jumped, so did Tarmia.

As it is, Tarmia hangs on the crown with a double-edged knife.

Crown also quickly takes out the knife he was hiding by shaking his sleeve and responds.

The blades bump into each other and make a metal sound.

Tarmia quickly turns her wrist and pulls up the blade on the opposite side of the double-edged knife to Crown's throat.

Even as the crown dodges on the brink, it then takes advantage of the flavor of a double-edged knife and uses the blade below with the blade above to turn the wrist cleverly, alternating with a quick continuous attack.

Crown had managed to go round and round with a regular knife, but now it was Tarmia's best time.

The crown misses the dodge and finally has a shallow scratch on his cheek.

Crown runs his eyes blood, plays the double-edged knife vigorously and breaks Tarmia's posture, jumping backwards in the meantime to distance and get in position.

"You did it..."

Earlier I was struck by surprise, but with simple strength, Crown prevails.

Crown was confident that he could defeat Tarmia immediately, as long as he regained his time.

But there, an adventurer of the catching up "Dancing Sword" stuck a spear out of the ride in the wake of the crown.

It is a spear bottoms.

"Chip!"

Crown dodges this too.

but multi to one is too bad of a minute.

"Ouioitemei and what else..."

Face up, trying to yell at his men, Crown was stunned.

The battlefield was full of covered bodies.

There were at most eight of my remaining men. Everyone else was killed or ran away.

Eight people didn't stay because they wanted to, but they were surrounded by the adventurers of The Dancing Sword, and it seemed genuine that they couldn't escape if they wanted to.

Two of them are raising their hands and begging for their lives.

"Co, these motherfuckers......!

"Mind you!

Bottom swirls the horse back to the crown and tries to release the spike again.

Its bottoms, arrows released from far behind the crown.

"What, reinforcements?

Where Bottom avoided to the left...... there too, the next arrow was released.

"What...?

The arrow pierced the bottom neck from the side.

The second shot arrow seemed to have been fired towards the dodging destination of Bottom's first shot arrow.

But no way, it can be anything at all.

If the same person released it, the arrow's firing speed is too fast.

Besides, it is a move too far away from humans, such as predicting the orbit of the head avoiding the arrows of the bottoms traveling at high speeds on horses during that series of shots and releasing arrows as they aim there.

Bottom takes the spear off his hand and falls off the horse if he stays stunned.

Immediate death - it was obvious.

The sudden death of fellow spears in the pleasant victory mood had a huge impact on the face of The Dancing Sword.

The face of the 'Dancing Sword', who was desperately hung up on each other, shut up.

Hardly "Bottom......?" I heard a voice calling him that was shot, but it was a small, plundering voice, and he disappeared dispersed in the wind.

"Hah, I hit it, I hit it"

It was one beautiful young man with a bow in his hand who emerged from the direction in which the arrows flew.

He has curly orange hair and is dressed in green based aristocratic clothing.

It straddled a beautiful, hairy horse with a clear colour like the sky.

The figure was also like a prince popping out of a book.

"Hey, who are you...?

Even the covered crown didn't know about the man or anything.

"I'm just on the side of the weak! Because it's more fun to flip a war situation than riding a winning horse, and most importantly, you'll be appreciated. I can't wait to like that."

I narrowed my eyes and told him a joke, grinning.

"Let, Robin Hood the God of War......!? Were you back in the city Barilla!?

The fund is stunned to see the man's face.

Robin Hood - is an adventurer from the city of Barailla.

He is a man who was supposed to be put in jail for too much combat fanaticism and selfishness, even though he had excellent combat skills.

The execution had been decided, but he was also good at manipulation, and he contacted the guards and quickly succeeded in breaking out of prison.

I loved strife, and if I liked to cause it, I also loved sticking my neck in other people's strife and scratching it around.

Basically you get to the less minute, but if you're in equilibrium, sometimes you decide which way you're going to get with the cointos.

If I can be active, I can do anything.

Even if I may lend a hand at random, I am not interested in helping the actual person or other fine dust.

Distorted or not, it is the quickest way to raise your name from scratch in the urban barrier. That's for sure.

Robin Foote could be said to be a monster created by the adventurer's capital, Barailla.

"This Robin Hood will help you with your sword, a flavor of clowning! Instead of the weak who leave their men and escape, this I will now take command! Don't run, fight! Don't bark! If you want to get drunk on the victory booze, that's with me!