Mangem's Paladin

The two of them continued to fight. If the number of Orcs was low, if the number of Orcs was good enough, he walked forward and took out the ambush. When Orcs made a mistake and called for support, the anxiety of the big deal turned into a mistake. But that was not the case.

Each battle seemed like it couldn't have been better, but in the next battle they went even more perfectly.

Because of the footsteps on this side, I wasn't even worried about getting caught by my enemies. The noise suppression spell the witch placed on Gunwook was a remarkable performance that prevented 289kg of iron from making a sound even when walking.

The two dungeon targets were perfect in every way. No carelessness, no mistakes.

However, the ambush has been overwhelmed with no foresight or ambush.

I was walking in the dark, killing a group of enemies. I stopped feeling ominous.

"Something."

A strange engine was ringing out there. The sound grew louder and louder as it amplified.

Something was approaching this way. A lot, at a very fast pace.

"Shall we avoid to the side?"

In Gunwook's words, the witch crossed her head.

"No, I can hear it right next to me. It's got a long day coming up. I can't avoid it. Prepare to fight."

They walked back to the wall of the dungeon. Even if surrounded, they should not be attacked from all sides.

Gunwook stood on his back with a witch. He holds the sword and shield, and holds the position.

The sound of the engine approaches like a thunderbolt, and the afterglow illuminates the enemy.

It was the oaks. The bikes.

The number was fifteen, and Gunwook was evil.

'Too many, too many.'

The orcs in a row drive the bikes like they're surrounded by two.

"Orcus!"

Gunwook lifted his shield and protected himself and the witch. And at some distance from the two, the Orcs pulled the trigger of the K2 rifle they were holding in their hands.

Numerous bullets have begun to pound Gunwook's body.

The K2 rifle was thought to be a pistol-shaped pistol with a thick forearm of oak. The oaks on the bike held the handle in one hand and the rifle in the other, hovering around the two of them, firing. An old tactic used by archers against infantrymen.

Of course, even a witch could not react to this situation. It was a yard where bullets were pouring from all three sides except the rear. The bullet didn't pierce the witch's hat and clothes, but the shock was transmitting it with certainty.

The witch's little body continued to twist.

"Light!"

Gunwook hurriedly gave the witch a protective shield.

Then the Orcs did not shred the bullet over the shield. Instead, I focused on Gunwook.

Gunwook's armor began to fall on the bullets tapping from all sides.

To put it in a game way, my HP was shaving. I memorized the healing spell during the beating to restore myself, but I did not completely eliminate the loss. Gunwook Bertie memorizes the spell in the shield. The ice blows towards the Orcs.

After defeating a few Orcs in an instant, the witch cries out.

"The shield is gone!"

Gunwook immediately lowers the shield to the ground. Wide protective shields formed and covered the two of them.

In the glowing dome, Gunwook and the witch regained some time. But it was the same for the Orcs.

The Orcs stop their bikes and start replacing the bullets.

Looking at them, Gunwook thought. Charge? No. Witches are exposed to shooting.

I had no choice but to hold Gunwook's shield.

Shots resumed terribly before the wide-area shield disappeared.

Eventually, when the Orcs completely emptied the barrel, Gunwook used all of the shield spells he had, and the armor collapsed as it stood.

The Orcs didn't back down because they used up all the bullets. The Orcs immediately rush with a bracelet at their waist. Some of them ran off the bike, and some of them charged as they were on the bike.

The first oaks on the bike overflow.

"Fire!"

The witch immediately blows a fireball and blows one of them. A spectacular explosion embraced the darkness, but the Orc riders who were running next to it didn't care.

An ice pick order in a row. Ice flakes were fired continuously after swallowing the surrounding water vapor from the cane.

An oak falls, and an oak stops it with a curvature. However, the oak bounces off the bike. So the oak rolled over the floor and immediately got up and ran.

Only the lost owner bikes rushed.

The sound of banging. The bike hits Gunwook's shield and rolls around with intense shock.

At that moment, an oak hits Gunwook on a bike.

"Oooooooorcuuuuuuuuus!"

Right in front of Gunuk, the bike stands on the back wheel. Trying to trample Gunwook with a giant front wheel.

Gunwook decided. Should I kick him and fall? No. It will be done. You have to push it the other way. How do you do that?

Gunwook stabs his blade under the back wheel of the bicycle. Lifting his legs axially, he lifted up the blade sack. The bicycle, which was about to be crushed by the front wheel, was lifted by force.

"Fuck off!"

I kicked it.

The flame bulb hits the top of the fallen oak with the bike. The bike's engine exploded, but the Orcs didn't care at all.

Overcoming Orc Cavalry in a row. This oak reaches for a tight spear at its side as if it was about to attack the Spear. Gunwook catches the spear that was stretching out. When the Orc was pulled, he stabbed him with the Holy Sword.

The Orcs, who tried to cooperate with him, froze with the bikes on the witch's ice spell.

Several of them have been killed. There are no more than eight. One of the last remaining cavalry collided with a huge fireball. A flaming bike exploded. Even the oaks on it were not safe.

Now the seven remaining Orcs have been running and storming. It can't be as powerful as a cavalry, but it has an added advantage for infantrymen.

They've been overrun at once.

As the Orcs rush from the three sides, Gunwook shrouds to the left with a shield and roars with a sword in his right hand.

"Pig cubs!"

The three Orcs swing their weapons at the same time. Gunwook, one with a shield, one with a knife, but one song ended up hitting the side of his neck.

The strangled Orc instantly pierces the face of the Ice Age and kills it. However, Gunwook had to struggle with the other two.

"Fuck off!"

You push the shield with all your might to die, shaking off the clasped oak. The orc, pushed by the stresses, whispers. Gap. I couldn't finish chasing Gunwook, but witches could. The ice flare flies and pierces the oak's neck.

The two oaks have overrun the empty spot. Then the witch shoots the pistol she was wearing in the waist dance. Tang! Orcs don't fall for a pistol bullet, but they dance to the shock.

At that moment, Gunwook did not miss the time. I immediately stepped forward and stabbed Orc in the throat with the tip of my sword.

Then he immediately retreated and returned to his position. I muttered, covering my face with a knife.

"Come on."

Gunwook prepares for the next attack, but the Orcs do not overflow in a row.

The rest of the Orcs take a step back.

There was a slight distance between each other.

Gunwook ran into position. Stab. Reaches far away with the tip of the sword pointed at the enemy. Shake the tip of the knife to confuse the distance.

Gunuk looks at the Orcs' faces beyond the tip of the sword. Surprisingly, their faces glimpsed like monsters. Tired face.

'Yes, I'm scared because I've been killed by a lot of topics. Then run away. Get the fuck out.'

As Gunuk thought, the Orcs were frightened. And the orcs, who were ashamed to be frightened, were furious with that fact alone.

The furious heart of the Orcs begins to be heard in Gunwook's ear.

Blood flow accelerated as the heart beat like crazy. His eyes were bloody and his feet could not stand, so he turned red.

"Pro Orcuuuu ― s ―!"

The violent Orcs roar like beasts and come running at the same time. And the battle resumed.

It was a fight with the beasts with weapons.

In the horror of Orcs wielding like beasts, Gunwook defends the witch. To the tanker's base. From there, the beasts' horrors are held back from reaching the witch.

The witch also kept Gunwook. It was a way of eliminating the beast attacking Gunwook, rather than blocking it with its own body.

The two defended each other and fought angry beasts, convinced that it was the key to victory. The beasts rushed as if they were throwing their lives, and the two of them did their best to survive.

It was the two of them who stood at the end.

Moreover, while panting, an EXP was pushed into his head.

[Level Up]

At that moment, Gunwook felt a sense of ecstasy that he had never experienced before in his life. I feel like my body has been reconstructed, amplifying the pleasure I felt when I gained EXP.

However, there was no room for excitement. The witch said with a weary face.

"Let's bounce. The reinforcements will be here because those bastards are fighting."

Gunwook nods and climbs on one of the bikes set up by the Orcs. I put a witch in the back and pulled Excel.

The bike runs in the dark blowing smoke.

Only then did they get off the bike.

A witch knocks on her back at Gunwook. Beyond that, let's turn our backs without force, "said the witch.

"Do you want to go high five?"

Gunwook stretched out his palm without force. Slightly hit each other's palms.

The witch laughed as her hands froze. Gunwook laughed as well. The smiling face would not appear to be covered in a helmet, so I purposely shouted and smiled energetically.

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"I don't think I've learned anything like Orc Firearms."

In Gunwook's words, the witch replied with a tired face.

"He didn't teach me because I didn't know. Probably didn't know all the other players. Looks like the Orcs have evolved in the rare footsteps of the players."

"Where did you get your gun and bike? How else can I put the oil in my bike?"

"Haven't the Kobolts sold it? I heard oil was coming from the Manju Dungeon in China, and the supplies that Kobolts traded with the Kobolts of the Korean Peninsula might have crossed."

"Yes, it is. How did you know where we were? You can't detect us from a distance, can you?"

The witch said after a moment of thought.

"Unlike what they looked like, they had a lot of faces. That means you have intelligence, and if the patrol doesn't come back, you'll notice there's something going on. What if we send troops in the direction of patrols and churchmen who don't come back? Intruders get caught."

"That makes sense. Anyway, I'm sure."

"What's certain?"

"This is a real mangem. What's with the Dungeon Balance?"

The witch laughed in tears and said,

"So what do we do? This place is a lot more dangerous than I remember. I guess there's a reason everyone doesn't do something. Now would you like us to take out the dead like everybody else and put it on the rep?"

Gunwook paused in thought. Then he said in a moment.

"What we have now is a problem with moving to a similar location, right?"

"Maybe. What's that?"

"Why don't we move to the stables so our location can't be specified?"

Gunwook pointed to the bike. The witch, who noticed the meaning, thought a little and agreed with the opinion.

Gunwook looked at how much fuel he had left on his bike and calculated how much more he could run. And as far as that distance, I ran out on my bike.

The bicycle, which the witch placed a noise suppression spell on, cleaved the darkness without creating engine noise or friction when the wheels scratched the ground. Then, when I encounter a pack of oaks, I attack.

As the fireball embroidered the darkness, it stretched a huge iron spear over a bicycle that ran at a similar speed, stitching an oak. After that, a continuously fired ice flare pierces the throat of the oak in a row.

In that instant, I destroyed the orc pack and kept running.

I went back to where I came from shortly after I had the fuel. He trampled and pierced another unlucky orc pack with a huge wheel.

That's how time passed underground.

[Level Up]

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