Hero without Blood or Tear

Grossglockner.

Beyond the south-eastern corner of the Empire was the picturesque landscape of Mahjong Schwarzetoifel.

Only the horses and horses with his permission could live there, and in return, they became watchers patrolling the mountains and watching for intruders.

Those who didn't make it back to Grosse Glockner were more likely to be killed by a lookout than to meet a dragon.

It was the same for me. As soon as I arrived at the mountain after a difficult journey, I met a group of Hopgoblins who showed up with terrible weapons. Twenty of them come down the mountain line and find me, and rush in unison.

It was night, but it was full moon, and the snowy mountains were everywhere.

“Kundar Hadam! ”

Captain Hopgoblin's shout echoes through the mountains. In their language, kill him! I mean, if you're trespassing in the Sentinel's Mountain, you can talk to them and just hit them and see.

“Queer! Khhh! ”

“Cayo yo!”

The huge moon on the mountain behind the Hopgoblin running in battle is beautiful.

Boom!

Boo! Boo!

A hand axe or javelin thrown by a Hobgoblin flies and sticks it nearby. Surprised Philip stood up with his front foot and asked him to touch his neck.

Whoo-hoo.

At that moment, the ring in my hand vibrated. It was given to me by the Demon Lord Kubalt.

- Your Grace, how are you?

- Hahaha, are you all right?

A good voice flows from the ring. Magic is good, too. It sounds clear even though the distance from here to Pleasant is significant.

“Queer!”

The air synthesis of Hopgoblins running up to 20 meters blazes.

Who's nearby? I hear noises.

- Oh, a local. He welcomes me.

Well, there's no need to report the savagery of the land to the Demon King. I have complimented Kubalt for his admiration of my harmonious words.

- You're a charming guy. It's hard to be welcomed by outsiders these days because of the urgency of the situation. Sounds like a pretty intense welcome to me.

- They all seem to be very affectionate.

You talk to him normally and pull the pistol out of your saddle to shoot.

Taang!

My skill level 5, Matchlock marksmanship, was unforgivable. A Hobgoblin rushes through his brow and collapses.

- There's been a commotion.

- It's a welcome firecracker.

Kubalt admires you once again.

You're being treated like a nobleman! Shooting fireworks? You're the one who put them on.

- Hahaha. Thanks for looking out for me.

Kuaang!

As they approach, they use a shadow explosion. Hopgoblin warriors soar with snow and dirt.

Kubalt laughs at this sound.

- You went to a wealthy city? I can't believe you're going to blow me up this time! Did he go to Riga for a while? “

- No, it's a little south.

I don't know where they are, but they're hot. I know how to welcome a guest. People like that are becoming less and less polite these days.

- You're right, Your Grace.

You reach out your palms forward, coordinating with Kubalt.

Gu Woong!

When a powerful class S skill, Tear Absorption, 10 Hopgoblins wither and dry like a mummy.

“Kieye!”

“Queeeek!”

I hurriedly excused myself from the agonizing screams.

- There's cheer everywhere. People are screaming like they're dying. What a crazed crusader! Looks like it's the festival. Your Majesty.

They all died screaming like they were dying. Nevertheless, Kubalt was envious.

- That would be fun. We're having a festival in December. If you can hear me, if you can. You're welcome. Hahaha!

- It's an honor, Your Grace.

The scary thing about tear absorption is that it brings the victim back to the undead. The dead Hopgoblins drop their skins, then rise as skeleton soldiers.

Boom! Boom! Phew!

They wield their axes and sever the foreheads of their former colleagues. I casually watched the sights and resurrected the dead Hobgoblin by summoning the undead.

The situation was quickly cleared up, and there were more undead around me who were revived. Rescued from the Undead summon only 10 kills with tear absorption.

Three Hopgoblin Vampires.

5 Hobgoblin Poison Zombies.

There were 10 Hobgoblin Skeleton Soldiers.

I originally tried to make 5 vampires, but two of the Hopgoblins failed because they had a religion. High undead manufacturing, which requires the soul to be captured, fails because of the protection of the faithful.

Well, not that I'm sorry.

“Where do you live? ”

Then the Hobgoblin commander politely replied.

“I will guide you, my lord. ”

As long as we were undead, Hobgoblin and I spoke in common. We were talking in the language of death.

“Fine. Lead the way. ”

I casually followed the undead hobgoblin.

- Your Grace, you don't have to worry about staying here tonight. They argued in front of each other and said they would take her home.

- What a humble neighborhood.

I was having such a conversation and a new system message appeared.

< Congratulations! You're up to Level 2 of Tear Absorption Skilled! >

Starting with the class S skill, I really needed to use it a lot to increase my skill level. Thanks to my good friends who came all the way to the bottom of the mountain, I was able to achieve something.

I placed my hands on my chest to thank the leading skeletons and took a Skilled Phase 2 photo.

< Congratulations! Your Tear Absorption has reached Skilled Stage 2! You can absorb more health! The victims are now back to life as zombies! >

- Your Grace, I just got you a great gift.

- Then this guy. You look like you have a lot of money, too. Spray it without standing up. Compassion is a bargain.

The Demon King speaks the truth about coexistence.

While talking about it, I asked him what he had contacted me about.

- No, nothing else, just wondering if the ring works.

He said that, but I didn't contact him first, so he ran up. He is anxious to do something because he wants an alliance with Valpurgis.

They must have contacted me with an excuse not to ask for help. I laughed inside, but I didn't feel like it. I'm sorry about Cobalt, but I'm not an easy guy.

Ah, Your Majesty! It's full of villagers. I'm going to go spend some money and hang out. I'm hanging up now.

When I said I'd hang up, I felt embarrassed by his voice.

- Is that so? Uh, I can't help it. I can't keep talking to busy people.

- Yes, and I'll leave you to it.

You release the magical power that was injected into the ring and look down at the front. A small section of Hobgoblin is visible in the Valley of the Mountain.

“Be merciful, as you say. ”

I have ordered the undead.

“Kill them all. ”

* * *

Personally, I hate Hobgoblins. It is because they hate humans and do not compromise with them. Orcs may be cunning, but it's the opposite of being ordinary with Humans, depending on the situation.

I was particularly cruel to Humans, so I couldn't even see Hobgoblin under the Warlord.

“Help me! Help me! ”

An old Hobgoblin kneels before me and begs for forgiveness. This old Hobgoblin, who was stirring up a clumsy Empire language, was the chieftain of this small district.

He was caught in a crude building that used to be his home and kneeled down. And the big chair he used to sit on was mine.

“Did you ask for my life? You.”

“Yes! Help me! ”

His relentless will led me to the ornament hanging on the wall with my finger instead of the answer. It was stuffed with human heads. Not one or two. Dozens of people were decorating his house.

I felt the horror and pain of death on my face. It was the peasants who fled here, avoiding the human lord. Hobgoblin used to hunt them for fun. So I didn't like these factions themselves.

“I think they want you dead. ”

“Please! Please! ”

“Hey, don't lose your nerve in the face of death. But you're the chief of this district, aren't you? ”

“Queek!”

The Hopgoblin Chief bursts into tears and wears pants. He'll have to.

Around him now. The Hobgoblins in the area that used to live were looking down at him as dead bodies. Hundreds of Hopgoblin undead are staring at the chieftain with their hatred.

It was the apple of a dead man's eye, full of its origins.

“Well, I guess you weren't as kind as you usually were. ”

It's not hard to guess. Hobgoblins are cruel to Humans, but cruel to their own kind. The powerful had a social structure that persecuted the powerless.

So they did not escape the tribal societies, even when the Goblins were smaller than themselves.

“No! Not this! It's a nightmare! ”

Seeing the chief crying with tears, I lost interest. The undead drag the chieftain out of here as they make annoying gestures.

“Queahhhh!”

The chieftain cries out in tears. But that was it. His villagers must die to avenge their usual death.

“My lord, thank you for allowing me to avenge my chieftain. I can't even tell you what he used to persecute us for. ”

A Hopgoblin vampire kneels before me and bows. I nodded lovingly to him.

“It's such a joy that the love of Jim has reached the faithful. ”

“The castle is doomed! ”

Medium. Medium. If someone records my work in the future, they'll say I'm the liberator of oppression. The system was also blessing me.

< Congratulations! Your Tear Absorption has reached Skilled Stage 3! You can absorb more health! Even a big one can make you wither at once! The victims are now resurrected as grilled butchers! >

After killing hundreds of Hobgoblins with tear absorption, you're finally on stage three.

In fact, this section could not be pushed away with only 20 undead. But the more you fight on this side, the more undead you become, and the more you fight on that side, the more you die.

The simple difference led to unilateral genocide.

After a successful attack on an ally, the Undead quickly appeared with 40, and by the time the Hopgoblin warriors jumped out with their weapons, they were already 80.

It was an obvious fight. I was satisfied that I had just gotten up to the skilled stage three of tear absorption.

“What is your name? ”

“My name is Kurrak. Lord."

This Hopgoblin vampire was determined to keep his pretty head on a swivel.

“Good. Kurak. Do you know the location of all the Horse villages around here? ”

“I know all about it. ”

“Good. Very, very good. Huhuhuhuhu.”

If we're going to catch the dragon Schwarzetorifel, we can't just run into him like this. The battle with the Drake of Last Land taught me a great lesson about the horror of giant monsters.

As it turns out, Schwarzetorifel is nothing compared to a terrestrial drake. He was never a worthy opponent, no matter how close he was to death.

If you keep pushing 100 Hopgoblin Undead at this rate, it will be a one-minute cut, unfortunately. No, I don't think he'll last a minute.

Even if he swings his tail much thicker than a cedar tree, the debris from his bones will rain down on my head like a rod.

So I decided.

I will travel around the Horseman's quarters in this Grosse Glockner, strengthening my strength as a man without blood or tears, and then I will attack.

< Summon Undead >

< Undead Tonsol >

Tear Absorption

< Undead Recovery >

All four skills are Class S. With my skill level up, my power will be incomparable.

“Kurrak.”

“Yes, my lord. ”

“Jim is very interested in the lives of these villagers. I want to free them all from a life of hardship. ”

“You mean it! I'll take care of it.”

I was going to wipe out the Ogres, Orcs, Hopgoblins and Bergbears living in Grosse Glockner.