Lord of the Skill

Trovyon Mur

“You said you'd give me a week. ”

The feverless wind blows from Hazar Canyon and lowers your head.

The clumsy cliff does not have an edge.

At that depth, the fever slowly turns its head, exhaling heavily.

Thick gold armor.

The resolution-filled look inside the helmet.

Even without explaining it, fever can feel Trovyon's emotions in front of him.

“I think you've made up your mind. ”

“Klkel……. You gave me a choice to make. ”

He laughed incredibly.

“Do you blame me? ”

“No, I'm not.”

The large battle hammer on his back was much bigger than his height.

The tower shield on the ground was made of palagnium, a mineral found exclusively in Ironbar.

The strength will be the hardest of all existing minerals.

Magic, Alchemy, and Porosity.

Pure Dwarves' ability to imitate any skill or skill.

And behind him stands Anderus.

It was clear that TroBjorn had done everything he could to prepare.

“Rather, I'm grateful. You are ending this great war with minimal casualties, with hundreds and tens of millions of troops fighting. ”

He knew better than anyone.

Those who leave the distinction between a philosopher and an outsider, and the human army, after all, is under the same power of compulsion.

But you are different.

As one of the factions facing the enemy, he watched the feeble struggle.

It was only the Demon army and the Demon army that destroyed them.

Before the perforations were summoned and the Nephilim's forces properly summoned, he killed the four archangels, and even though the Elven army had been harmed by the battle with the dragons, he was able to save the remaining troops from the death of the queen.

And the last of them.

The dwarf is not harmed by a single human.

Most of the battles were fought by Golems, including Anderus, so there were fewer casualties in the tribe war than the Humans.

"The number of Dwarves that have traveled through a Dwarf's Den is 50 million!!! ’

"Even if the fever is strong, the number of Dwarves doubling the strength of the human army will win. ’

"Losing like this...!" ’

TroBjorn thought he'd never seen so many Dwarves in the Murga family before.

Each Dwarf with a strong sense of self-esteem, although they consider Murga (the family) to be the leader, does not leave their territory unless it is something special.

That's why TroBjorn made his own move through the Dwarf Den at Seven Thrones.

But they gathered like this about their deaths.

He rejoices at the thought that it was a bitter gathering of dwarves, but on the one hand, he didn't take his life lightly because he chose the war against forced heat rather than giving up on him.

‘Ironbar's struggle is at an all-time high. At this rate, their bond will become stronger. ’

I came here to stake that wedge.

Heatless.

‘My death will make them even harder. Like an endless pounding of iron. I should be the last one. ’

TroBjorn looks at the heat in front of him and says,

“I'm just grateful that I can end this war with one life. ”

He bowed his back and respected the Authority.

The result is now, however, that they were able to survive the Racial War because of their infertility.

Kuang.

He takes a step forward.

Despite his small figure, the weight of his thick armor echoes his footsteps in Hazar Canyon.

“So we have to fight. In the honor of a Dwarf. ”

Heatless nods at him.

“Ahhhh!!! ”

TroBjorn runs out screaming.

His giant hammer splits the air.

Kuoooo...!!

The air touches the hammer, making a majestic sound like an explosion.

Despite being a few meters away, the feeble cloak shakes under the wind pressure.

Pod!

A sharp wind blows over his shoulders, giving him a vivid red flush.

But fever did not stop his attack.

He looks silently at TroBjorn, who takes his last step and twists his grip on the sword killer's hilt.

Huff.

With the sound of the blade being drawn, his sword radiates a clear light from above and below.

Kuaaang!!!!

As the explosion erupts, Trovyon's body bounces off in an instant.

“Huff...! ”

With an intense shock that seemed to shatter his shoulders, he bursts into groans, unable to endure the pain.

After bouncing hundreds of meters, TroBjorn is able to stop close to the cliff.

“Cough... Cough...! ”

Through the falling rocks, he spits out red blood and walks out stumbling.

Blah... Bang!

The shield you're holding is cracked, and it splits in two, splitting open.

“ ……. ”

He looks at his shield, cut like a tofu, losing his words.

It is harder than any ore present and is a shield made of concentrated Dwarf technology.

It was prepared for the battle against heatlessness.

I didn't think I'd be able to stop all the attacks, but I never thought I'd get fired in a single strike like this.

“Haha… Haha…. ”

A hollow laugh comes from his mouth.

The pain was still transmitted.

The blade pierced through his shield remains clear gold embedded in his armor.

From the beginning, I knew the power of inferiority.

Magic, Spirit, Dark Power…….

He had a lot of power that wasn't easy to get even one.

But that's not why TroBjorn was surprised.

“Continue.”

The seemingly infinite heat that slowly walked towards him seemed to be moving by a huge mountain.

Jerbuck Jerbuck Jerbuck

I walked slowly and became feverish.

The reason TroBjorn was surprised was that Heatless had not used any of his powers.

A courtesy to the king. Only his pure strength confronts him.

But that's why I was more desperate.

The fact that even an infertile person who doesn't use any abilities can't cope with him.

“Ahhhh!! ”

TroBjorn raises the hammer with his foot against the broken shield.

Bang!! Ta-ang...!

You dodge the fragmented shield, swirling like a boomerang, and do not slow down the blazing pace.

TroBjorn throws himself at him.

Boom!!

Boom!!

Guaguaguava overload!!!

Rising in the air, he strikes the heat with heavy weight.

He wiggles his hammer, zigzagging. As if hammering a hammer in a forge, his hammer makes a loud noise as it ignites the flames.

“Hah... Hah... ”

However, his aggressive assault began to slow.

The fever that stands in front of you doesn't move a step after that.

The giant hammer drives him away as if to wipe him out, but the moment he touches his sword, his strength fades to nothing.

“Use the Enders. Golem troops know they're all gathered here. ”

The fever rises to TroBjorn.

But he felt that what he said was detestable. Even so, he knew the defeat was already fixed.

“Enders is a noble product of Ironbar. I can barely lose a resurrected one thanks to you. One……. ”

TroBjorn raises his hand.

Then Anderus, standing behind him, slowly rises up.

At the same time, the golems standing on the cliffs surrounded the two of them together.

“Please think of yourself as an observer. ”

TroBjorn smiles bitterly and says to him,

My body already felt that I couldn't handle it in a battle with all my strength.

But he was a king.

I couldn't show my death to my attendants, but at least I couldn't spend my life alone in the last place I ended my life.

“I see.”

Did he read his mind?

The fever gives you a slow nod.

“A king is a position like that. No matter what you do, you will always have a name in history. You can't step on a stupid Elf train. You know it's pointless, but you have to defend your majesty until the very last moment. ”

TroBjorn catches the hammer again.

“And you, too, will make history. Although……. Even if it goes back to your world. in every other dimension of our Seven Thrones. ”

He swings the hammer with all his might.

However, even faster than that, the blade was drawn precisely towards him without hesitation.

Despite being several times thinner and thinner than his hammer, Trovyon is intuitive toward the falling blade.

…… unavoidable.

The seamless blade cuts through his hammer, as if it were a slow motion around him.

Red blood splashes across his face.

I couldn't breathe, my eyes turned to blood, and my neck was filled with hot liquid.

“Knng... Knng... ”

Nevertheless, he swings toward the heat, grasping the tip of the broken hammer with superhuman strength.

Tuck.

His fierce hammer comes close to his feverish chest and falls into a void.

Bang...

His body slips.

“History.... ”

The feverless man stares at Trovyon lying facedown on the ground and says,

There was so much in his eyes.

“That too, if there's someone alive. ”

It was that moment.

Boom.

You hear the sound of the ground rumbling.

“ ……!!! ”

Enders, who is in the back, kneels slowly before the fever.

Bang...

Kung Kuang!!

Shortly thereafter, the golems behind him knelt on their knees and bowed their heads to him.

Like a knight welcoming a new king.

“This is what you meant, you. ”

Heatless looks at TroBjorn, who collapsed with a bitter expression.

He already knew what fever was trying to do.

A little help in the war with the gods.

TroBjorn gave his last orders to the Golems, including Anderus.

“ ……. ”

He picks up one of the helmets.

“Your neck is needed for the altar of God. I'm sorry, but this is all I can give to Ironbar. ”

The fever crosses TroBjorn's corpse.

“Instead……. ”

Then he stopped walking and said,

“I'll fight. Don't let anyone die leaving your name in history. ”

There was anger in his bold voice.

How many lives he took with his own hands.

But still no drop of blood was buried on the day of the sword killer.

There's something else I really want.

He looked up at the sky.

As you declare it to God.

Infinite said, empowering by one letter.

“The race war is over. ”