Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[03]

Taking care of an incredible person makes you feel like you're part of your fame and power. It's a bogus, but proud. I didn't kill one of the people. Not even on the battlefield.

Honestly, it was fun. How easy it is to serve people.

In the past, I remember adventurers who only fought once.

"You are not a leader. He is used by somebody and becomes true. "

I thought it was a chart star, but in that situation I realized that it was the right answer.

Is the dog my nature?

Well, even dogs will stand up.

Just like the other day, His Majesty starts fighting in the morning.

Two horses run on the plain where the snow remains. Watched along with Legre at the watchtower.

Breakfast is soup pasta prepared last night. At the end of the battle, just warm the pot and boil the pasta to get ready. Lazy but wanted to see His fight.

The enemy army is even smaller than it was before.

Measure with the targeting function with the glasses at maximum telephoto.

The number is 952, infantry and archers only, cavalry is only 15 horses. At first, there was no sight of the military. The soldier's complexion is also bad. Morale is minimal. That's right, disaster strikes in the form of a person. Despair would be.

Behind their troops, I saw something weird.

A person's neck is hung on a tattered flag.

It's a show that this will happen if you run away.

The sudden decrease in the army is probably not due to the death of His Majesty but to the defector. Or, inner massage.

It is difficult to find people because of the large number of people. If it is an army, you must keep winning. A lost army cannot keep people's hearts.

It seems that there is no measure of His Majesty.

What do you want the black elf to do with this soldier? It is poor even in the exhaustion fight. I don't think it will cut down your Majesty's prosperity.

"You're completely wrong, right?"

"So that's it"

Failure that comes from the leader's will? Ochiyo.

That king is over.

Your Majesty pierces.

There is no mercy.

Remove the approaching arrow and kick off the infantry in contact. There is no one to stop. On the contrary, after all, soldiers escape.

Zamongrass kills the soldier who slashes at the fugitive soldiers and makes a manifestation.

The army is scattered, without defeating 50.

His Majesty carries a spear on his shoulder, seemingly dull.

Is the end.

Fire in the pot

At that time, a familiar sound was heard.

Heavy pops leave a tail.

Gunshots.

I heard Varsina scream. He stands up in pain and tries to shake off his Majesty, but stands on the ground with Tadama's will,

collapsed. Spraying blood from head.

"Natsu"

"What is it?"

Legre has not read the situation. No one but me and some of the enemies could read.

"Tell your Majesty to retreat immediately."

"Hmm?"

"Legret!

"Oh"

Legre jumps off the watchtower. After landing without feeling the weight, run. fast. Faster than an average horse.

Turn your eyes to the battlefield.

The retired soldier turns around, surprisingly.

A mythical monster has fallen from the horse. By itself, they would have misunderstood the same person as themselves.

The cavalry approaches his Majesty, though he just has to stop.

Lumil steel sword flashes.

His Majesty's sword technique was different from spear technique.

Clear and quiet, a technique reminiscent of a goblin slender swordsman who doesn't seem to be drawn out of the giant sword. At best, it is unlikely that a person with such knowledge can perform such a skill with a great sword.

The cavalry is cut by the horse, the vividness of the cross section.

A cavalry slashed at too high a speed forgot to die.

“Spears roughly kill killing enemies and create fear. Swords are beautiful, and they color the path of their death.”

Wesvein's words from Schna.

His Majesty's synonym was "The Weirsvein's Secretary," but if that were to be a fact rather than a metaphor, one thing could be considered.

Gladvain thought that Welsvain's blood remained only in the Elves.

It's Lumidia's blood.

But she has another daughter.

Ashtalia's flag is a dragon. Not just a dragon. Bone dragon, dragon skeleton.

His Majesty is probably a descendant of Lola.

Then you can nod why he fled to the right continent. To hide your child from the retaliation of mother and sister. Or spread the wrongdoing in his land.

I knew what the proof of the hero was calling me here.

These people are all related to me. With those who have met me.

I have the means to save it. There is knowledge. Can respond.

"Agachion"

Hold a magic sword and search for a sniper at maximum telephoto. I found the light reflected from the lens. At 10 o'clock, just before the forest. Hiding with a hooded cloak.

The M1 Garland, a semi-automatic rifle with a sniper scope, is targeting your Majesty.

In my opinion it's an antique 80 years ago, but in this world it's a killer hero with just one trigger.

"Kill the archer"

Press and release the sword's handle.

It's slower than a bullet, but this sword is also deadly. And it's persistent.

The sword jumps into the atmosphere.

He approached the archer at almost instantaneous speed and removed it. No, the archer disappeared in the light.

Portal? ! That small and instantaneous.

Lana used such spells in a simulated way, but it's magic that you can only get from somewhere and you can't enter.

"Hey"

A voice was heard from directly behind.

As he turns around, he immediately pulls out the carambit and covers the key point. I happened to catch the stock.

"Agachion! Return!"

"Use interesting things"

Young woman voice.

"Muh, what?"

Elves' long ears, dark skin and dark eyes were visible.

The returned agathion tries to penetrate. At a distance, the woman disappears, leaving a residue of light.

"I'll see you again"

Voice from under the tower.

Agathion follows again. This time, the woman completely disappeared from view.

She put the returned sword in the sheath.

Stay vigilant. But why? Why did you aim for a horse?

Look at your Majesty.

All cavalry were slaughtered.

Soldiers who were driven to reputation were flooding His Majesty.

Swing and swing of the sword create a pile of corpses. Still does not retreat, does not stop.

His Majesty doesn't care, but he has been deprived of Valsina's foot and cannot move because he protects the horse.

But,

Zamongrass broke into it. He also gets off the horse.

When a sword swings a spear from an enemy soldier, it will carefully attack only his limbs. Then kill the fallen enemy with a loud scream as much as possible.

He kicked the corpses and scattered them, raining off guts and blood.

A rough way of fighting that you can't imagine as an old knight, as the name suggests.

Zamongrass takes the lead, and His Majesty takes on Valsina. The horse is like a small elephant. The Majesty runs with it.

Legre caught up and added to Zamongrass.

When you grab a large spear with your left hand, it throws it at your army from a short distance. Five or six humans skewered and fly.

They disperse, but the frenzy doesn't stop.

I wanted to fly the agathion to help, but this was necessary to keep the gun down. The previous sniper may still be lurking somewhere. Two people could be shot.

Limbs and neck fly.

Blood and Halawata raise steam and wet the ground.

I can't hear the voice, but Legre begins to laugh, and the Zamongrass is caught and laughs.

A beast that threatens people.

Crazy laughter swallows the soldiers back to sanity.

Threatened, shrugged, soldiers' feet stopped.

For the first time, they turn to attackers.

With a large spear in hand, scatter the infantry like paper.

Go straight to the general behind.

No thin arrow, no spear, no one can block.

The two easily arrive.

The crossed spears fly the general's neck. With a terrible expression, he mixes with the members of the Kishiyama Blood River.

His Majesty's strength is a huge fear like God. Defeat the army without fighting at that size.

Their strength is terrible. Build a pile of meat, blood regurgitation and manure. Moreover, death is waiting immediately after the threat. Strength like a terrible demon.

The ultimate strength of a human like a nightmare.

That's right. A battle is like this. I seemed to dream like my Majesty fights.

Wait for them to leave the battlefield and release their alerts.

As he descended from the tower, His Majesty saw Valsina's wounds.

A horse with strong vitality. He has a bullet in his head but is still trying to live.

"Your Majesty"

"Soya, bandage. This wound is deeper than I thought."

"My Majesty, I'm not helping. Please make it easier."

"Don't be stupid! It's one of the best horses that supported half life of fools! With such a scar!"

"My brain is broken. I can only break my head to get rid of the cause of the injury, but even if I do it, I can not run properly. Let me rest here."

Zamongrass and Legreh came back, with the bloody scent of swelling.

"Sammongrass!

"Hah, your Majesty"

Zamongrass snuggles up to Valsina. Watch the wound.

"This is your Majesty. It's no good. It's biting like an arrowhead. You can take out the wound even if it's closed."

"I don't care.

Zamongrass spells healing magic as it is said.

The wound heals, but Valsina also struggles and struggles. A bullet is squeezing the brain. It will be hell suffering. I can't bear to see it.

"Legret, do you have a hand?"

"I'm sorry, you can't do anything."

A good surgical instrument could be used to remove the bullet, but if it could be removed, would the magic be able to regenerate the brain cells?

Either way, there is no choice. To suffer more would damage the pride of the great horse.

"My Majesty, I will do it"

When you pull out the agathion, your Majesty grabs the blade.

"Stop it ... fools do it"

Hold your back sword, pray, forgive, and whisper.

One shot decapitated Valsina's head. There should have been no suffering.

His Majesty grabs Valsina's neck and leaves this place with a gait. I thought I'd follow, but I was stopped by Legre.

Both Zamongrass and Regre were splashed with water and washed back.

There is nothing I can do.