Frenzy Troll

Moreover, the two monsters were more powerful than Roland remembered. Even though they had encountered it in the game, I felt that way.

What kind of monster is a champion if you play it in a game? Cocatrix was damn strong from the move.

Maybe it was manipulated by a polite bard.

If so, it was not a situation to be happy or relieved that the enemy was defeated immediately. If we were so effective at taking down the aircraft, we would have deployed our troops.

The other monsters will attack soon.

Before that, I had to take care of an ally. Roland told Amaric:

“Purifier · · · · · · · · will probably work. Let's do it.”

The two of them began to pray. First, the paladin Alonso.

Luckily, it worked. Alonso, who had been stiff, was soon able to move his body.

“What was that?"

Alonso staggers, but he can't afford to let his strength recover. Roland cries out in prayer to the other knights.

“Alonso, let the Purification Prayer begin! Come on!”

Alonso looks very tired, but he nods and follows through.

So the three paladins memorized their prayers.

The Petrifying Knights have gradually begun to recover. But he was nervous while praying.

Healing was slow. Too ready for the next raid.

Fortunately, I was able to heal almost all the knights in line. And the knights in the rear row were quite all right.

And the acolytes in the center?

“Are you guys okay? ”

As she approaches her acolytes, they nod, gazing at her. It seemed to be safe.

Lollang opens his eyes and asks, "Are you relieved?"

“Angie?"

Among the acolytes, only Anne was not seen. Why did the youngest get out of the herd?

You see the familiar hair behind the rocks, circling the area like crazy.

Lollan leans forward and grabs his shoulder.

It was hard.

Roland looks down at Angie with her back against the rock, terrified.

Angie shows a little penis because she's pulling down her trousers to see if she's watching Sophie, and she can't even cover it up. It was clear that he was also under the Petrifying Curse.

Roland pulls his trousers up so they don't look like nothing, and kneels down immediately.

Then I began to raise the purification prayer.

It was a close call.

For divine spells to work, a certain level of divinity is required not only for the user but also for the subject. And, of course, Angie will not be holy.

In anticipation of that, Roland recites an elongated prayer.

"Great Odin, Archangel Odin. Dear Odin, protector of all things. ’

I let my back sweat down while I prayed with my eyes closed. This little guy is going to die like this.

After memorizing the prayer door, Roland carefully opens his eyes. I looked at Angie, frightened, and fortunately, there was a lull.

Does your airway work?

At first glance, it was better than before. It seemed to be effective in purifying.

It looks like Angie was sacred, too, given the good spelling. I wonder if there was originally a different bloodline.

Of course, that wouldn't have made Angie's divinity any less than the knights who received the gifts of the gods. The other knights were better off praying at once, whereas Angie was just a little out of breath.

But it's around here somewhere. If you keep praying like this...

It was a relieved car.

The knights shouted.

“Here he comes again! ”

The anticipated enemies resurface again.

Lollan has work to do. You two stop him for a moment, then quit.

The Petrifying Curse was much more powerful than in the game. The knights have not regained their strength in a short time.

Earlier in the war, there were many casualties as well as injuries. If we fight now, we should be worried about respect, not the loss of the herd.

No one had to fight back.

Roland rises from his seat.

Angie lies back and walks out. You bless yourself in front of the sword on the ground.

"Dear Odin."

After feeling full of soul, I pulled out my sword and walked forward.

There are frightening glances ahead.

Before they arrive, Roland looks back at how many allies he has left.

A handful of unusual knights appear. And the hesitant ones who came forward.

Elites of the elite, but not enough to face a horde of monsters.

Everyone saw the fight. If you do not wish to die, you will have to fight to the best of your ability.

Roland said.

“Jason, just leave the Black Knight there and summon the rest of the summons. ”

“Yes · · · · · · ·"

“I think I'm going to have to go berserk. So you're the tower. I'll leave it to you. ”

Even before Jason answered Moore, Roland looked forward.

The sound of rushing through the forest follows the sound of footsteps.

The monsters that appeared were huge and numerous. As always, they were just as intimidating.

Fighting them will be closer to war than hunting.

As the giant beast approaches, Lollang shouts.

“I give this war to Odin! ”

A Berserker ran out of the red world.

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Bojoa leads her troops out to find Lollan's horde. It was easy. You just had to follow the noisy direction.

You hear the roar of the beast tearing in that direction, but Bojoa walks out without a snarl at all.

I wasn't afraid of the beast's roar. Bojoa was no longer a shivering admiral hired by the Duke of Iced Spicy, the ship's owner.

Now Bozoa was General Salomon. A great and powerful talent.

The exercise of that will cannot be denied by all. What kind of a threat are these petty monsters?

And if they're the same in that they have supernatural abilities, why can't they be more confident than their heroes?

Bojo thought he was a match for the heroes. And like a hero, the steps were full of strength and confidence.

It was worth it. After that, there were 2,000 troops in pursuit.

You hear swearing behind you as you march in a shameless march.

Osron roars, walking in circles amongst his soldiers.

“This crazy fabric. How dare you imprison me? Aren't you afraid of the New Testament? ”

Boerzoa insisted.

“I'm not bound. Your Eminence, I brought him here. ”

“What nonsense! ”

“A golden apple was stolen, but that's what you need, isn't it? It will be devastating to have God send down even the heroes to ask for an apology. So you're obligated to help us find it. But why are you complaining about being able to walk? ”

Osron simply asked.

“What talent do I have to apologize for? ”

“You are the descendant of God, aren't you? The half-breed of God. A creature like the Golden Priest will respond to that noble lineage. ”

Bojo continues to walk, whispering as she pleases. So I reached the source of the noise.

As expected, it was Roland and his horde. And a lot of dead monsters lying next to them.

Bojoa smiles as she looks at the scene of the battle.

Seeing how many dead knights there are, that power must have decreased. Besides, if you're so tired, wouldn't it be easier to just rub it in the way you want?

Bojoa approaches and opens her mouth.

“Lord Roland, I will see you here! It was a big battle, wasn't it? What a pity! · · · · · · · Gratitude and Respect · ·”

Rather than speaking, Bojoa examines Roland's complexion.

Lollan's bloodshot eyes are on the verge of an angry young life. A face unlike any other normal face. Besides, his whole body is covered in blood and his shoulders are lined with the creature's intestines.

I couldn't feel at ease when I saw him more like a berserker than a paladin. Boazoa cautiously asked.

“Are you blessed by Odin? ”

Roland replies.

“Are you saying you're crazy because of the explosion? I was, but now I'm back to square one. It's been a while. ”

He was more verbal than usual, but Bozoa was not able to confront him. Don't you dare provoke a Berserker.

Roland asks Umzlerden Bojoa.

“Golden apple, did you really have it? ”

“Yes, it was stolen · · · · · ·”

“Then let's go get the thief. ”

As she gets up from her seat, the knights follow her. The crowd is all filled with rage while they are exhausted. I could tell by their aggressive posture.

Bojoa approaches her henchmen, who were mixed up in the crowd, and asks a small question.

“What's all the fuss? ”

The psychic replied tirelessly with a struggle.

“Lots of war killed him. ”

At that point, Bojoa looks around and is flawed.

There were plenty of dead monsters back there, but that's not all.

There are many dead monsters on the outskirts of the city walls. Roland and his users would have called it the corpse barricade.

“Did you fight them all? ”

Bojoa's breathtaking question is answered by the motivator in vain.

“Yes · · · · · · · ·. ”

It was just the two of us talking. Osron, who was peering at the opportunity, ran out.

“Sir Roland! ”

Bojoa is flawed, and his mind twists on him. Instead of running, Osron had to stop with blood on his face.

“This cloth · · · · · · · · ·"

The next moment, Bojoa's hair became soft. Roland is one step closer.

Roland asks, looking at Osron.

“What? Why is the cardinal here? ”

Osron exclaims.

“They dragged me here! ”

“Why?”

Borzoa struggles to get Roland's attention, and calmly replies.

“Just in case. ”

“Don't you know? Ah, I guess the thief was one of ours. Is that it?"

“It's always like that · · · · · ·"

“How dare you question the great warrior of the god of war? ”

He cuts it off and says,

“Do you want to die? ”

And then he pulls the rune sword out of his waist. A Valisada. A sword best for stabbing and killing an armored knight.

“You can't do this. ”

Lollan grunts at Bojoa's words.

“I'll gladly take my chances. So what if we keep doing this? You want to mobilize the troops you brought in? ”

“Of course · · · · · · ·"

At that moment, a voice is heard from behind Bojoa.

The mercenary commander shouts.

“As I said, we have nothing to do with this type of conflict! I swear to God, I will never interfere! ”

Bojoa turns and looks at the mercenaries, speechless inside. How dare those frightened hounds?

Bojoa looks back. And I almost sat down as soon as I saw.

Without a sound, the cold blade of the rune sword reaches your throat.

Roland said.

“Now I have prisoners, too. Shall we exchange?”

Bojoa nods quietly. Only after I return Osron to the other side can I escape the edge of the blade.

Eventually, the hostage takeover failed. Bojo is momentarily dumbstruck because this is the only thing that's going to upset her.

Meanwhile, Osron sighs and joins Roland's pack.

A moment later, Osron looks at the stiff child and screams.

“Angie!"

Osron hugged Angie and had to feel her hard body.

Lollang stands beside you, bowing his head.

The battle was too long. While everyone was busy living and fighting, I couldn't help but pay attention to his safety. The three paladins cling to each other late, raising the Purification Prayer, but it only slows the curse down.

At this rate, Angie was going to die.

Osron realized that and sat down helplessly.

Roland looks away from Osron. Then you make your way to Bojoa.

“Now, what are you doing? Now let's go hunting. ”

“Hunting?”

“Hunting thieves. Isn't that what you're here for? I will do my best to help you. ”

It was not empty speech.

Until the moment the bronze motorists asked for help in finding the stolen golden apple, they were looking for something. I didn't want to find it, but I even felt pity for the bard who stole the apple from Bojoa remembered that his brother had died in the presidency.

But that emotion is gone, and anger is now settled.

It was the bard's identity, and it was no longer his concern what he had done.

I will catch and satisfy you. If you don't want to catch him alive, kill him.

The Berserker swore an oath.

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