How the Villain Lives

30. Achtem?

Even though the chieftain was absent, the warriors' skills were not common either. I didn't carve many tattoos at the same time as the chiefs, but I can see that one or two things have definitely increased their skills, and the combat sense of the primitives is superior to that of any warrior. Moreover, it has an overwhelming advantage in terms of numbers.

Front, rear and right.

Mirina, who was about to kick the weapons that were pouring from all sides with minimal movement, immediately came to the air with her forehead bent. I stepped on the shoulders of a thrilled primitive man and stepped back, but I was slightly injured by an explosion that happened right near me.

'As well, when they join forces, they show vulnerability.'

Pure swordsmanship is worth nothing, but if you stick to one job, you will somehow get a corner to stab. If you are a thief, you can trap it, if you are a wizard, you can attack it within range, or if you are a priest, you can target it with blessings or curses. Especially now. Strange tattoos engraved on the bodies of the primitives seemed not to be affected by the heat of the explosion, perhaps because they were not engraved with foam.

That means that he can launch any attack he wants without the need for an ally. That said, the warriors who make up the siege network were not weak enough to harm the Grand Shamans at any moment. Don't move so fast. Though I was worried about Sung-hoon, the fight before my eyes was also important.

"It's going to be a pretty long war."

Kill him! Kill him!

"Demon! Die!"

"Fuck, fuck, what am I doing wrong?"

"No, I think there's enough reason for you to go after him."

"... Why do you look strangely happy?"

It was an extreme situation in which he was injured and he seemed to be smiling marginally. But that wasn't the point right now. Sprinkle the herbal powder from the inventory on the wound, pour the potion and drink, and the wound starts to heal. It's a pretty serious wound, but it won't take long to heal. However, that was not the important issue.

'That guy. Strong.'

Of course, it was one of the reasons why the chieftain's ability was so strong, even though he was able to act in his own way without going back and forth.

"Master, by the way, where should we go? Can we just run?"

"No way. Go as I move my head."

"Yes?"

With his head up, he twists to the left and almost falls off balance. However, her ability was not going anywhere, so she ran with a superhuman sense of balance, but her expression was frustrating.

"My lord, it would be nice if you treated me like this. You didn't forget that your life is up to me now, did you?"

"Yes? You don't think you'll be okay if I die? Do you want to be stuck in a subspace for the rest of your life, or do you want to be re-educated?"

"Chet."

You cannot disobey the order of the Holy Spirit, but it is still up to you to carry out the order enthusiastically or in a dry manner. In other words, it is possible to run, but it is also possible to lose balance or to run a little slower. Despite the clandestine threats that implied that, Sung-hoon was forcibly turning his head without hesitation.

Meanwhile, after turning the head of the wanderer with his right hand, Sung-hoon took out the book with his left hand and began to project all kinds of ranged skills that he could use. A firecracker that flies through the air causes an explosion, spreading debris all over the place, and an arrow with ice properties blunts the movement. A lightning strike that spills in the middle has the effect of stunning. However, in spite of the numerous disasters, it was impossible to deal intensive damage to the chiefs.

"Argh!"

Whoops!

All of the skills that seemed to touch the body exploded and dried up in vain because of the sword's trajectory. To the extent that it was a magical flower, the damage did nothing to the chief's body.

'It's similar to Sergei, even if he has a minimal hold of his body. No matter what the range damage is, it doesn't matter. You have to feed yourself directly with Amulet, if it's any other peculiarity..'

Strong defenses as well as more than 2 meters of goose like any half-ogre, stringy protruding muscles and tendons, and strange tattoos carved on the body.

"Devil!"

"Huff, huff!"

Several spheres and arrows that were placed around him began to fly, drawing ellipses like they were swept away by the wind, not in a straight line. Of course I didn't use it to be accurate. As with tornadoes that rotate around a certain reference point, Memdo's skills are immediately convex. The rotating branches, trees, and rock-like skills all began to explode, causing debris and dust, and the chieftain was forced to slow down for a while, blindfolded.

"If you can't do any damage, won't you have to open the streets?"

"Norm!"

If you think it common sense, you can catch up immediately, but the distance has rarely been narrowed by the restraints of the Handicap and Sung-hoon, the giant figure. It was also part of Borang's sleek movements. As if you had been engaged for a long time, bending your head slightly forward speeds up and pulling back slows down.

Turn it left and right to make sure it's as strong as you think it is. I wanted to continue riding like this because I didn't know why I was addicted to the flu, but because the destination was so close, Sung-hoon slipped down from the back of the wanderer and lifted the wanderer to his side. Even though I rebelled against sudden action, in the ultra-near reaches of the body, competence takes precedence over skill.

That was an inevitable law.

"Wait, master, what is this?"

"Don't be discouraged. Stay still. 'Cause if you do something wrong, you might get away with one Ernie."

"Away?"

Sung-hoon, who took out the jumpkit, threw it to the ground that seemed moderate. He had already compensated for the accuracy of the Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundre

Oh, my God!

After soaring into the air with a terrifying leap, Seong-hoon stepped on a branch and began to climb up as fast as possible. It was Borang who noticed the strange appearance.

If it was just to go up, it didn't have to be this fancy as if it were a trick. However, Sung-hoon turned around and came back, crouching sometime. It's like trying to avoid something.

'To avoid something?'

"Shadow eye."

The forest, which seemed somewhat dark with a short twilight, began to look bright. If you think that secondary magic is only available to the congregation, it is a mistake. Different kinds of secondary magic existed in the dark magic. And in a brighter vision than before, Borang could find something he had never seen before.

"Thread?"

"It's not ordinary thread. A gift that greatly increases the cutting power and durability of traps. It's also made of rare metals. If you get caught, you can just catch a bear."

I didn't just put silver all over the forest, I put it all over the place like a spider gathers food. I was impressed when I saw how to fight with Eunsa, which Choi Yoo Jae presented at the last proxy war. It is impossible to control the gift with bare hands to fight, but it is possible to reproduce it with a trap like this.

"A dark night, and so many skills, would be very effective for him in a situation where his vision is halfway blocked."

The movement of the chieftain, who was rushing forward like a chariot, slowed down terribly at the end of his speech. I touched the first gift. I tried to stop, but I stepped forward a few steps as fast as I could, and touched that much more gift.

Phew, Phew, Phew!

Eunsa, who was tightly anchored, began to squeeze the chief's body.

"Puhahahaha! You bear, you are so ignorant. Now, let's slow down the cooking..."

Kwajik!

I heard something strange. He was forced to open his mouth without even knowing that he had turned his eyes to the place where the sound was heard.

The bolt that holds the silver is bouncing off. The tied tree is being cut off. This is ridiculous. What is even more ridiculous is that the body of the chieftain who touches the grace is fine. It was, of course, a little red, but it was normal to think that if you had common sense, you should already be sober.

"Bear power!"

The moment the chief shouted, the tattoo carved on his body began to fade, and at the same time, all the things that were hanging from the grace were broken. Seeing countless gifts and hanging pieces of wood, rocks and bolt splinters flying towards him, Sung-hoon coldly sweated as he smiled and flew to the back of the biggest tree nearby and fell flat.

Qaaaaaaaah!

"Shit, this isn't some war movie!"

Feeling the emotion of a crooked soldier in the area where the bombardment is pouring out, Seong Hun quickly hides himself in the bushes and starts to wander around the chief once he thinks that the ordeal has passed.

"Borang! Don't leave him alone! Make me as sane as you can!"

"Old!"

Borang, who was watching the uproar at the top of the tree, began to fire all kinds of magic at the command of the Holy Hun. Clearly, I realized that direct attacks were useless, and I was focusing my attention on distracting him as much as possible, as Sung-hoon had done before, and the operation was working to some extent.

Suddenly, the dagger that flew from behind hit the chief's shoulder. The explosion occurred as if it wasn't just a dagger, with blue ice crystals hanging on the chief's shoulders.

"You're annoying!"

Explosions that occur around the body with embedded silver figures. And a dagger that flies without even trying. It wasn't enough to shock myself, but it was upsetting everything.

'Yes, keep bothering me.'

If I had fought with the chieftain without any recourse, I would have been classical. Fortunately, however, for Sung-hoon, the chieftain was not a perfect opponent. Sung-hoon has already met an opponent of the same type as the Chief and has set up all the countermeasures against him.

'Just think of it as dealing with Sergey. If we can catch this guy, we can meet Sergei again, which means it'll work.'

Slurp.

Sung-hoon, who pulled out the rune blade, began to superimpose on it.