Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[06]

After his father left, he was interrogated lightly by two mercenaries.

He was used to violence. He was good at hurting humans to the extent that no sequela remained.

Well, that's what happened.

What is a wound that does not die?

The sun fell and the interrogation was once over. The smell of dinner drifts. At the same time, I felt the surrounding air relaxed. Even the strong mercenaries are distracted at the table. If you drink, you will be more relaxed.

If it works, there is only now.

Drain the blood in the mouth and pull the chain. The chain is pulled by the power of the whole body.

The stake comes out of the ground ――――――

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When I came out, it was longer than I thought. A spear closer to 2 meters rather than a stake. The "return" at the tip is like a harpoon.

The chains were welded to the spear. There is room in the chain enough to swing with your right arm. It can be used when it comes, but can you carry such a thing and avoid the eyes? No, do not want to waste time.

Look out for signs and go outside.

The voice of the person enjoying the dinner sounded like a ripple.

Check the direction by looking at the city.

Turn your feet to the south side of the camp where your father waits, and turn your heels back with a smell.

A large tent was seen to the north.

A tent with a flag. The design of the flag is a skeleton with a chained spear. The spear that I own, will it be decorated if it dies and ossifies? Good bad taste.

This tent would be the general's root castle without thinking.

My feet turn over there. Start walking towards it.

The smell of blood is getting thicker.

At the entrance of the tent are 12 guards. Everyone is falling down and shedding blood. There is no trace of resistance. They are all buried in a blow with emptiness.

One body was examined. A deep cut that reaches the heart to the chest. Rough sword line. A distorted sword line. Recently saw the same wound.

The sound of swords in the tent.

"Rude"

I will participate without hesitation.

Two figures were biting the sword.

One is old and strong.

Braided white mustache with long gray hair. Countless old scars are visible on the eyepatch and the sharp, sharp face in the left eye. He wore black leather armor like a king and a red cloak with gold embroidery on his shoulders.

Hold in one hand a long sword without any decoration. It is too fancy for the king's advantage. But it's clear that it's a worthy sword to protect.

The other is black robe.

He hides his whole body with a loose black cloth, not knowing his face or physique or gender.

What you have in your hand is an oddly shaped product. A distorted sword made of living bones.

Looking at the sword, blood boiled.

The result, the outside body,

"That's you"

Who killed Melm!

Holds a spear and tries to pierce the black robe.

"Wait, black assassin. You, the one-armed prisoner. Wait."

The old man with gray hair ordered Black and me not to move. It moves a little about what you think, and it becomes a form that is sandwiched between us.

"This is good. Come on."

"What?"

What is this old man. Why create an adverse situation?

"I'm a thug after a long time.

"I have no use for you"

"Whoa. In front of this mercenary king, Gershpar Johann Weimaffe Kurtorch Loumen. There is no use for it."

The old man stares at me with a gleaming face like a brat.

I really enjoy this guy. Is a good old man a fighter or a joke?

"I have a need for the black robe there.

"Does the king obey the prisoners' words?"

The mercenary king drew his dagger and turned to me. That's enough provocation for you.

Without reading the air, Kuroi slashes on the mercenary king.

A sharp, wild beast-like sword line. The mercenary king prevents, fights, and presses with one hand.

I was pressured for a moment and thrust my spear. The target is black robe, but the spear is hit by the dagger of the mercenary king. Not only the spear but the whole body was played.

"Ttsu"

Right arm numb to shoulder.

The excuse for unfamiliar gains doesn't work. The opponent is one hand and a dagger. This guy will surpass His Majesty if he has only strength. A monster?

Just because,

"Retire!"

"Sympathy and goodness"

Wrap the chain around your arm, hold your spear aside and shake with your body. The dagger caught the spear's side. I clench my teeth and put my strength.

The creaking was the dagger and spear. The mercenary king does not judge. During that time, he is assassinating with his right arm.

If you can't do it with a single blow, take the time to win.

Nothing to it. It's just a story of a strong enemy.

Shake the spear. Stick out a spear. I put in a feint and mixed the kicks.

Not at all laughable.

The swords are engaged. Spears and daggers also engage. The mercenary king is imposing. There is no slight shaking.

"Okay, the pre-meal exercise is over. Assassins and POWs. I'm here in the next two days. If you want to play, come and go when you want."

The wind groaned.

Black robe was blown away by one blow. Get involved in the tent and disappear in the dark night.

"Mazutsu"

Next is a long sword approaching me.

I heard the scream of a shielded spear. Shock like a giant's fist. The scenery flows at a terrible speed. I crushed some tents and finally thrust into some tent. And finally the momentum stops.

The spine was numb. A few fingers and Abala were killed. The spear is broken and the chains are broken.

It is this that I immediately retreat.

If it had been received properly, it might have fallen apart. If you're bad, you're more than a pope

"Fucking"

Legs are alright. I got up and heard a short woman scream. Also the sound of chains.

There are only 20 women in the tent.

The elf and the beastman and heim. It seems that the time has not passed since he was caught because of poor clothing.

The common thing is that they are all young and beautiful. That it has commercial value. However, there is only one beast who looks ragged ---- No, he has long ears but is not a beast.

"It's a lie"

Elf with dark hair and dark skin. He has grown and his chest expanded since he last saw it, but he can't be wrong.

"Maria!"

"Hitsu"

Maria screamed as I approached. I'm really scared.

It's bad, but that's a postponement.

"Run away!"

"Tee, help! Don't come!"

He took his hand and was shaken off. Pain runs on broken fingers. Maria became frantic and kept me away. This is good later. Now manage the chain,

"A POW is running away!"

Found by one mercenary. Kick down immediately, but already too late. Other mercenaries gather after hearing the commotion. It is a matter of time to be surrounded. I have to hurry.

She pulls Maria's chain, but her numb body and broken finger do not pull out of the pile. He clenches his teeth and puts his strength, but he has no power at all.

Attempts to steal a sword from a rolling mercenary. I can't hold it in the first place. You can't get it with this finger.

It's bad. I'm sorry.

"I'm trying to escape the product!"

Another mercenary noticed me. There is no way to get Maria away. And at the worst timing, I heard Air scream.

"Ash!"

One horse runs. Air holds the reins.

Surprised by the rushing horse, the slaves left me. She gets caught in another slave and loses her appearance.

"Wait for the air! Wait for me!"

"Noisy! I'll run away!"

Air grabbed his right hand. I'm dragged away from the camp rapidly. I couldn't help shouting, even if I knew I couldn't reach my voice.

"Maria! Wait for me!"