Frenzy Troll

Of course, you will not be able to be a staircase keeper here. That's why Giants keep attacking after seeing the damage. Trying to tire this side out by keeping surveillance on.

Roland is not exhausted yet, but he will be one day.

The way to overcome this crisis was simple.

Massive reinforcements.

Bojoa said a letter had already arrived from each country asking if we could bring in the soldiers. Also, the Great Duke has recruited pilgrims again.

There was also a realistic path. I heard word not long ago that a noble has led an army in Bifrost now.

Now, Bojoa went down to the world to welcome the expedition of manners. As a Roland, please, I wish Bojo had not said anything and sent them to this front as soon as possible.

Roland and Alonso set foot in front of the wall.

Another cheer echoes through the camp. Lollang quits after waving a hand at you and enters the barracks. Then I lay on the leather on the floor and asked him to sleep for a short while.

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Mozi stares at sleeping Lollan's back dazed.

There was a bottle next to it. A bottle that securely blocks the entrance from opening.

What was in the bottle was a spring that I had saved before.

Roland hasn't drank from that fountain yet.

Originally, it was a pity to think about the purpose of Moshe was trying to save the spring water. Mozi didn't just get that fountain to make Roland go crazy without suffering.

Moshi thought that the effectiveness of that fountain, the ability to turn reason around and clean your head, could cure almost any mental defect. Dementia, psychosis, for example. Magical visions.

Or an otherworldly spirit that clouds the hero's spirit.

Soul or whatever it is, it's just a foreign object that corrupts the virtuous mind. So, I hoped that the effectiveness of the springs would soften the personality of the Korean phenomenon that took over Roland's body.

I have not yet confirmed its efficacy. Of course, I also knew that there was an easier way to test its effectiveness without having to ask Roland to drink it.

Mossy can drink it. The king's personality is gone, but we can make sure the effects are gone, too.

The moss I thought of took my hand to a bottle of water.

I opened the veil and grabbed his neck. And the moment I lifted it, my hands trembled less. I've been doing that for a while.

In the end, Mozi couldn't take the bottle to her mouth.

I didn't have the courage to drink the spring water.

Because you don't want to kill him? Because it would be a kind of mental suicide?

Why is it suicide to erase a woman who's already dead? I doubted it, but it was all a blunder.

Mozi stares at the disease for a long time.

‘At this rate, I can't even get Roland to drink. How could I not drink it because I was afraid of Jason? No, I'm still a Thunder Nude, but I don't think Iason's personality is going to get any better. ’

Mozi tried to spill the bottle. It was a shame to do that.

Instead, I close the lid roughly, put it in a corner, and go to sleep. He also did not sleep well for a few days. Terribly tired.

Alonso enters the barracks momentarily.

“Sir Roland? Lord Jason

Alonso shut up because he saw the two heroes sleeping.

I saw a bottle of the car trying to get out quietly.

Is it booze?

I went up and smelled it, but it wasn't. I thought it was water, but then I could drink it. And now that he's been in battle, Alonso is very thirsty.

So I drank.

* * * * * * *

“Sir Roland! Lord Roland

Lollan opens his eyes at the sound of a call. The urge to fall asleep was intense, but I quickly got up and opened my mouth.

“Another raid? ”

“Yes! And what's unusual · · · · · · · The Devil says · · · · · · ·"

Irony. Without further ado, Roland leaves the barracks.

Astarot waits in front of him. The image of the devil, folding its shelled wings and landing on the ground.

“Demon, what did you see? ”

Astarot answers Roland's question.

“Giant troops. More than four hundred. I thought I'd better deliver it to you myself. ”

Roland tries not to stutter.

“Thank you, demon. ”

Then I took care of my face. To not show fear in front of others.

Four hundred men? How can a fight with dozens be worth that much?

It's terrible news, but it doesn't settle down somehow. After all, Lola did what she expected.

As giants, it was a yard where small troops were killed without much success. Even so, you can send a few more troops to give experience points here. You've already noticed that there aren't many Humans around, so it was natural for giants to mobilize.

Despite the urgency, Roland slowly picks up his horn. Then you blow. Loud enough for everyone in the camp to hear.

‘Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

I thought a pawn was pouring out of the barracks. Everyone is tired and do not want to be disturbed by sleep.

But I blew it again.

‘Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

As you continue blowing, the horn breaks apart, which cannot withstand the power of Roland's whistling. But it was worth it. All the warriors of the camp gathered together.

The broken trumpet in Roland's hand catches everyone's attention. The knights and soldiers noticed the situation was straightforward.

There are two heroes standing beside her. Mozzie and Jason. Mozzie is still dressed, but Jason's armor is not as well dressed, and he's even got a spare knife.

‘Do you think one of the summons has disappeared and should be replenished by fighting for its reduced power? ’

The tension was spreading to everyone. Lollan opens his mouth in front of the knights and soldiers.

“Giant armies are coming, warriors of the temple! ”

The soldiers' faces turn pale. That was shocking news. An army that was dying when ten men came along?

He hoped that the news would not cause fear, and therefore would not lead to large-scale escape and wire collapse. So, even in preparation, I decided to give a speech in the backyard.

Lollang keeps shouting.

“Powerful hostiles approaching! Enemies who don't know if they can beat the brawlers! We may not be able to fulfill today's mission of defending this place against those enemies. You, and I, may die! Surely many will lose their lives! ”

At that moment, as Roland signals, Jason pounces. And after scouting, the Valkyrie slowly descends to the ground, spreading its wings.

Cheap choreography. She keeps shouting.

“Do not be afraid of that fate! It will be just another beginning, not another end! The gates of Valhalla will be wide open to accept the fallen warriors! So fight! Show the flying Valkyries how you die fighting! To Valhalla!”

First Mozzie, Jason shouts.

“To Valhalla! ”

And the knights, the soldiers shouted.

“To Valhalla! ”

Roland waits for the shout to stop. Suddenly, Amaric chants most vigorously.

“Valhalla · · · · · · · ·"

But where is Alonso standing next to him? I was silent. He's usually the oldest person I've ever had the pleasure of shouting at. Why?

Is it because I woke up too tired? ’

I was curious, but I didn't have Roland's best interests at heart. The footsteps of the giants begin to be heard.

Roland draws his sword. Then he shouted, pointing to the direction where the sound was coming from.

“Warriors, march for death! Follow the knights of Valhalla! ”

* * * * * *

The Giant troops encountered by Roland and his heroes, knights and soldiers, were the size of what the Devil had warned. An army that looks over four hundred.

However, the devil did not tell us, so it was the face of the giants who formed the army.

First, I saw the frogger Yudmunters. And the giants standing next to him were as big and mean as the Jud Moonters.

A game term passes through Roland's brain, seeing their vile appearance.

Elite Monster.

Roland recalls giants blocking the bridge on the 50th floor. Like giants who left their homes and came close to the ground, they were burned to the ground and were powerful enough to defeat numerous knights' challenges.

Even a giant who turned into a werewolf, he was a monster now. At the time, I could easily win using a treacherous weapon, but wouldn't it be too hard to fight again now?

And he remembers a Troll Warrior. The troll was strangely powerful enough to make Roland throw himself into madness.

There were powerful enemies among his kind. Just as the abilities of Lollan and other heroes among Humans are unique. Maybe even Giant Jud Munters.

‘And there might be many of those giants.' ’

Boom, boom. Boom, boom. As the giants approach, an earthquake echoes. The soldiers who came all this way were terrified, even though they were elite.

Lollang thinks he can't do something about it, then steps forward. And he cried out.

“Who is the commander leading the army there? ”

And a familiar giant came forward and replied.

“I am Eudmunters. ”

“Wasn't he a warrior? ”

“A great warrior is also a great commander-law, no? So why did you bring him in, Roland? ”

“I want to fight as commander vs. commander! I challenge my dear Emperor Udmuntus, the great warrior of war, the giant warrior Roland! ”

I shouted that out loud. Listen well to the soldiers behind you.

I had to make them forget that this situation could possibly lead to genocide. In order to do that, I had to make the situation look like a play.

Jud Munters said:

“Tired. Battle before battle? I know your knights don't do that either. I know about you guys. You're the one who's been beaten. ”

“Have you responded to the summons to spy? ”

“Don't treat me like a spy. The reason I was pushed was to raise my strength. To gather souls. I got what I wanted in a fight with you and your friends. Not bad. It's getting worse. ”

Suddenly Jud Munters looks at Jason standing behind Roland. And he talked to her.

“Then I couldn't even say goodbye. You were a good one. ”

Jason said shakily.

“Yeah, me too. ”

“So I'll kill you and mourn your death. As an ex-colleague...!"

It was not a meaningless taunt. Because right now it could be. Jason cursed to forget his fear.

“That son of a bitch is doing me a favor. Troll cocksucker, motherfucker. ”

Roland asked.

“So what's the challenge? Will you accept it?”

“What's in it for me-? ”

“It's lust. Isn't it a chance to mourn your last defeat?" ”

At Roland's words, Jud Munters made a fierce impression.

“I didn't lose last time. ”

“No, you lost. And if you're not afraid to lose again, come on. Eudmunters.”

He said that, but he was nervous. Because it was too cheap to even accept myself.

However, after a moment of deliberation, Jud Muntus said.

“Okay, roll-rang. Come on. Finish it! ”

Roland thought as he stepped forward.

The diary that used to come out of the Three Kingdoms. Recreating it somehow succeeded, but the situation did not improve.

Jud Munters is a body that does not die by the sword, so the fight will be long. As a Roland, I wanted an ally to sweep away their weary breasts while watching the fight, and eventually I wanted to be encouraged to see the hero win.

Of course, we don't know if it will work as planned. Perhaps the Eudmunters can defeat the weary and weary Roland. We don't know what the fight will be like.

And even if Roland kills the Eudmunters after a long fight, things won't get any better. Friends get a little demoralized. That power won't change.

Eventually, if they try to win, they may just end up killing an elite giant. Maybe they'll piss off the Giants who lost their commander.

But this was the only thing I could do right now. Thinking about it, Roland stands up with his sword pointed at him.

Jud Munters also stood in his place. The two lines facing each other didn't need much different signals.

“U-t-ga-r-t!"

Jud Munters shouts and hits the ground. Ground ringing. Roland yells, drawing all his strength together to make more noise.

“I give this war to Odin! ”

And the world turned red.

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End of step [2]

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