Lord of Solples

11.

"Well done."

Thing spoke to Hirkan, who had left the camp for hours to deal with thousands of users. Hirkan shakes his head at the thought. Then Najib expressed his dissatisfaction.

"What did his elf say..."

Hirkan doesn't know that the elf tribe was exterminated by the Barbarian King. That thought has moved the Hirkans, so the Elves have moved the Warlord. It's a low-line story of this war that no one knows.

"I'm sorry."

Thing apologized with a bitter laugh.

"Bare mouth?"

"I'll shoot you later."

According to Thing's answer, Hirkan no longer spoke. Instead, I turned Hirkan's head.

Bizma Plain.

The skeletons, golems, and von Dragons that were decorating it were gone. But the users didn't leave, but they were defending their place. Monsters roaming near the liver became a hunting ground for overcrowded users, and that was another sight to see. Ah, it was proof of ease. Evidence that Warlord wants to experience some of the unique pleasures he has never enjoyed in a game.

It meant that the delight created by the Hirkan revolution remained. It also meant that the people who came here enjoyed what Hirkan had given them. But by this time tomorrow, this place will be a desperate battlefield.

"That's a game."

It's a frightening sight to see the world change one day, but this is not the reality. In the game, no matter what happens, there is nothing strange.

'It's a game...'

I recalled that fact to Hirkan.

It's a game, so I felt a new flavor that I had never felt before in the reimagination. Hirkan began to fall in love to savor the ugly taste of his identity.

"There are 6,322 applicants for the Raid."

Thinking brought Hirkan to life like that.

The purpose of this Hajeongtal Theme Park is to get friendships to join this Raid. Hir Khan didn't make cheese for anyone. I have no choice but to take part in this Barbarian King Raid.

That number is 6,322.

"Violet is not bad. Above all, 2,551 tankers. I applied quite a lot."

In addition, the tanker's violin, which could be said to be the most important position in this operation, was higher than expected.

"All levels are 200 levels, so now that you've completed your 2nd promotion, it's actually a combined power of three or three guilds in your 30s. And even in this situation, if you were to stay in the Dark Continent, your skills would be above average."

I didn't do a qualitative shaving test, but I had to be above average. Even with the arrival of the Wireless Knights, operating in the Dark Continent is not that easy.

Crucially, even in a situation where there are only nightmares left in the dark continent, burning the will to fight means skill and level externalities…… more than the average mental shave.

"I don't expect half of them to come."

In Hirkan's words, Thing nods generously.

Face to face, the numbers were above expectations. It's a whimpering! That's enough groaning. If Thing had just sold the reputation of the subjugation, 6,000 would not have gathered.

But these people are really on the battlefield, and they never participate in the battle. I'm glad you got half. Half of them bring about 3,000 people.

"I'm sure you'll come. You've done so much cheese."

Hirkan, who was answering, began simulating the battle that will take place tomorrow in the Bizma plains.

"They have to hold on for an hour."

The barbarian king.

Monsters among the monsters that have killed countless challengers and raiders so far. It is the most ruthless boss Monster of Warlords who has ever appeared, and boasts desirable qualities, power, majesty, and difficulty.

But for a month, the users played, but they didn't. Thirty times, in less than an hour, tens of thousands of users threw themselves at the barbarian king. Step by step, I sought a way to target King Yahya, and threw my body to see if that way worked.

The blind man stumbled on the elephant's leg and did a similar job.

And recently, Thing and his colleagues…… One of them, Questman, gathered Nario from the main city of Warlord to make a hypothesis.

What happens if the Barbarian King, who entered Ure Referee Mode, is judged by Ure? Like the scene in the movie, can you induce the Ure Judgment to the Barbarians by directing guided missiles that fly towards the enemy? Will the judgment of Ure be done before the judgment of the dragon, even the barbarian king? Also, even if you are safe, how will the Abnormal Status Effect be applied as soon as you are judged?

The thirty-first Barbarian King Raid tried that hypothesis. Raid failed, but got its own valid results. It also found a two-faced attack. Of course, horses attack. The moment the lightning strikes over your head, it's suicide to run to the strongest monster in the world.

That was also at the heart of this barbaric attack.

Sacrifice.

Through multiple sacrifices, the barbarian king must be held as collateral for the barbarian king's armor break, and the attack on the Ure referee must also take someone's sacrifice in the end.

The barbarian king was demanding sacrifice from the beginning to the end for those who challenged him.

"Are you really going to catch him alone?"

Hirkan intended to catch such a man alone.

"Stop the saboteurs."

This is ridiculous. That doesn't even make sense.

However, this choice was never made by vague stubbornness, Hirkan's obsession with the Hashtal Iranian name value.

"The barbarian attack patterns, routes, methods, and speeds are in my head, but I can't predict what the saboteurs will do."

There were two reasons.

One is the presence of the disturber. There are too many unthankful Hirkans. They can't watch this Raid of Hirkans with nothing but popcorn.

It is not easy to hide in the trees of more than 6,000 people. No, you don't have to hide. Tomorrow morning I will come to the Slummy Bizma Plain and fight with you, and who will refuse? That's what festivals are. I can't stop those who come.

"And this is more convenient for me."

The second is the Barbarian King's Attack Act.

In order to capture the Barbarian King who entered Phase 2, his special abilities must induce Ure judgment. One of the users within the realm of the Barbarian King is randomly selected for this Ure judgment. Because of this, the target who became an enemy of the Ure Judgment should go to the Barbarian King for 3 seconds. There is a way, but that's why it sounds impossible.

Here Hirkan changed his mind. What if there is only one user within that range who is the enemy of the Ure Judgment? Random is meaningless, because it's clear who will be the target.

This is why Hirkan chose Sol.

"Oh, just because it's comfortable doesn't mean it's easy."

In Hirkan's words, Thing swallowed several words, and only sympathized.

"This game is hard."

"It's not just stupid, it's hard to fit."

Hirkan, who was annoying, looked at the Bizma Plain once again. I will dance with the barbarian king there tomorrow. With a violent dance of lightning and a background sound of Al Lim announcing that he was the target of Ure's judgment, he will joyfully bump, fall, and hit again.

"But the title of this video is going to be great."

"Have you already set a title?"

"Absolutely. I can't play this game without video revenue. The title is Volm."

"Volm?"

"Welcome to the Ballroom. Welcome to the ballroom."

"Why would you use such a title...?"

The only way to escape from this world is to dance there.

"It's going to be a really exciting dance."

Twelve.

"There are now about 5,000 users here in the Plains of Bizma."

"The Haupthal team is preparing for the Raid. The 30th Guild is not yet visible."

"Today I will be here with a historic event that will not be broadcast live again."

Bizma Plain.

Above that vast plain, countless users were showing a perceptual appearance.

The busiest were those who wanted to leave all of these courses as footage to sell this video of the Barbarian King Raid. In the course of this Raid, Hajeongtal gave up its responsibility and rights for the commercial use of the video. He said anyone can take and use the battle of the Hajj Tal and the Hajj Tal.

Of course, it was a small gift for those who fought alongside themselves. A gift given by those who fight with God, wishing that they could write down the process as a record and write as many records as they wish.

But as always, even with the same smile in front of the arc, someone smiles with gratitude, someone smiles with a blasphemous smile. Those who do not intend to help in the battle of the subjugation cling like mosquitoes to this golden opportunity. Their voices were constantly coming and going through the plains of Bizmiah and interviewing in the air, and in fact, they were also buzzing and moaning. Because the interviewing program made it impossible for her voice to be exposed to the outside world, she could only hear the buzzing of others.

On the other hand, those who had come for the subjugation were prepared.

"Explain the planning process. Plans include: Massive magic artillery will reduce the number of monsters surrounding the Barbarian King like a wall. Afterwards, tankers who are naturally attracted to the agglomeration are stopped."

"Our role is to make way through one of them once the primary low-lying line is built."

"Once the primary undercarriage is secured, and the Stra Iker teams break through in eight directions, the priests, the wizards, and the tankers enter that path. And stop the monsters from taking steps to protect the Barbarian King. It is our role to set the stage for the congregation to focus on the battle against the Barbarian King."

Those who enjoyed the festive atmosphere the day before, they repeated their dizzying tactics just to hear it. I wasn't just listening. After floating the Solo Gram window, I drew a virtual battle simulation. The anticipated foreground was drawn through the dots.

"Lock the monsters between the tankers, only the tankers will die."

"You have no choice, do you? You have to hit the wall to make a one-on-one stage between the Barbarian King and the Hajj Tal."

"By the looks of it, there are about 2,000 tankers, and more than half of them will meet at Fort Hard."

"Glad you're half dead. If the subjugation fails, then they'll all have to flee."

The forecast was not very good. It couldn't have been good. In the first place, the Barbarian King Raid was designed to take more sacrifices than any other Boss Monster Raid. That's what Warlord's system set up. Some of those who are now here have experienced that fact several times. Some have participated in this Barbarian King Raid more than thirty times.

"Oh, I'm gonna die today."

That's why it sounds so worrying.

"Damn it, I don't know why I'm buying this trouble."

I also hear complaints.

"You have to fold this game. Ehh."

It was all natural to hear a sigh.

But even in the sound of it, those preparing for the Barbarian King Raid were as thorough as those preparing.

"Those of you who want to access Voicestock. Aah, Voivostok te st. Ah, voicestock test. Hands on your heads!"

"My teammates are fighting! Please double-check your roles and position."

"Over 5,000 combatants. It's important to keep your position. Do not leave your position!"

Because he's a master.

"Don't lose yourself!"

"I don't have a hunting ground or a dark continent anyway, so let's just close our eyes and die."

"There's no difference between walking from here to Fort Hard and just dying and starting over at Fort Hard. You've been dead once or twice, haven't you?"

Taking a level 200 on Warlord, finishing his second promotion, and setting foot on a stage called the Dark Continent. Just being a Warlord for a long time is never an achievement.

You have to work hard, play the game better than anyone else, and even more lovingly play the game.

When are you going to wake up to your family and acquaintances in real life, at least because of the game? How long do you want to play? Do you like my brother's game? To hear the same sound, Warlord must embrace the game as part of his life.

What are you doing?

Absolutely not

"Now, get the wizards ready."

"The order is in the order of fire, lightning, wind and ice. Keep in mind."

"Barbarian King approaching! Fire team!"

In reality, they are called game ruiners, but they are game masters who are not to be envious of the Warlord, the elders of the First World War, and the masters of reversal.

These are the people who are gathered here.

They made a scene.

I've decided to burn myself in this battle. Let's leave a memorable ending to their gamer's life.

"Hey, there's a bunch of dogs coming."

"We've gathered as many dogs this time, haven't we? This is the first time we've gathered more than 5,000 people?"

That's how the highlights of Warlord's history began.

Thirteen.

The first start was the flame ratio, Fire Tong.

Cour!

"Wow, look at the clouds."

A cloud of red debts began to set foot in the plains of Bizma above the head of King Din Barbarian and his men. The fast monsters raise their heads quickly, expressing vigilance toward the clouds.

Zuru!

And the clouds began to throw up the flame ratio. The range of the rain was very large. On a soccer field basis, it was hard to even calculate, as if it were soaked in heavy rain in a small city.

Moreover, the rain was fertilized with shrubs of grass in the Bizma plains, which became grassy and began to spread violently.

Rain made the sea, the sea of fire, like a thunderstorm.

"Roll the ball of fire!"

Roll the ball of fire!

The huge chunks of fire began to run over the sea.

Kwakwakwakwaku!

Those who began to run violently through the sea of fire raised themselves again and again. It blows massively. A small monster that dizzies in front of that huge lump of fire is like a bowling pin goal.

Big, big!

However, in front of the lump of fire, the monsters did not intend to be beaten without breaking the bowling fincher rum.

Monsters who were attacked immediately revealed their aggressiveness. I saw Aggro, and I started setting targets. And as soon as the setup was complete, they began to move to destroy the target.

The monsters start to run to the magic mage from a distance. The slender, four-footed, wolves, lions, and horses quickly struck the monster pack and led the way.

"Coming."

"Are you all buff?"

"Okay, it's over! Team 29 complete!"

"Thirty-three teams are ready!"

The tankers who had been watching the situation were moving with the ashes turned around and the running monsters who had thrown up all sorts of strange noises. Tankers with shields in their left hand and weapons in their right hand slowly move toward Chubbuck and the monsters.

And as soon as he took his rightful place, some stood still. Tankers became huge walls.

The battle has begun!

Where did you spring from, Raid?

I'm sending a live picture next to something my friend L plays.

Share the L video!

L Share Me, too!

The online world also became buzzing at that time.

In many ways, this historical event, led by a 30-year-old guild, brought the interest of Warlord fans in the Barbarian King Raid to its peak.

However, there was no official live broadcast of the process.

Damn it. Why don't you do this live?

I can't if I don't care.

All I've ever done is grab my backpack, and if those bastards who suck honey on their hunting grounds go on the air here, they have to be invisible.

I'd rather watch a video of Hajj Tal coming out later, live? It doesn't sound funny.

Let's just give L. Hauntal a live channel!

LL Consensus.

LL Consensus (2).

I didn't qualify for a 30-year-old guild with an official live journal.

So far, most of the guilds in their 30s who have been playing their own games in the hunting grounds that have been responsible for the tyranny of the Barbarians and the Hajj Tal and the historical events created by ordinary users have not deserved to pursue my interests.

The battle over the Plains of Bizma was such a battle and such a stage. A stage where the dreams, wishes and willingness of the users transcend interests.

A stage that gathers to play the purest game in some sense. Is that why?

'It's spectacular.'

Looking at this stage, the battlefield seemed to be more splendid than any battlefield to Hirkan, who took a breath of ash and waited for the battle to come.

Secretary of State.

After returning to the past before returning to the past.

I fought countless battles so far, but there was no stage more indebted than today.

"It's spectacular."

More than 5,000 users are throwing magic for only one person, wielding swords, holding shields, and memorizing prayers.

It's even a start.

From now on, this battle will be fought for a minimum of one hour, even though it is hard to breathe.

Of course, some will eventually give up in that painful battle and just log out or black will just run away. But on the contrary, few users will stand here and fight until they die.

Most of the dying users will even see damage in this battle. Their deaths are not even appreciated. It will simply be recorded as a game-over, and rather 48 hours will have to be paid to the world in return for death.

Unlike the 30s Guild's system that rewards users who died during the Raid, the High Risk High Rivet Battle that reads everything at the moment of capture is different.

They are purer.

'Yes, I wanted to fight on a stage like this.'

So I dreamed of Hirkan with this sight.

This stage.

I wanted to be a protagonist on this stage where users make, cheer, and sacrifice their lives for nothing.

'If you are the King of the Guild...'

Even before I came back in the past. I wanted to be on the most glorious stage with the Hajj Tal Guild, all kinds of hardships. And I wanted to put the battle to rest on this stage.

So the betrayal was even greater. It was no one else, and it was betrayed by someone who wanted to see it together, so I may have rebelled so vigorously.

"Huh."

Of course, Hirkan did not leave any memories of that time. No, now I won't be caught up in the memory of that time. This is the last day I remember, regret, and anger.

'Yes, my choice wasn't wrong.'

Now there's no reason to regret it.

Hirkan tucks a timed bone bomb inside the body of the Bone Dragon next to him. After that, even the Armor I had already seen was waiting for me to buy a perfectly wrapped skeleton.

Hirkan, the moment he has to act is beginning to come.