Mangem's Paladin

"Awesome."

Gunwook pushed the bed into the palm of his hand, causing the upper limbs to collapse. I took a bad breath and was relieved that what I had just been through was a dream.

It was a nightmare. It was a nightmare of orcs and battle shouting, darkness and explosion.

The blood gushes from the witch's neck as the Orc's axe passes. As such, Gunwook was left alone among the monsters. As the Orcs flock, the dream breaks as Gunwook screams.

It was easy to understand why I had this dream.

'I've been fighting with my life all day long, so I also compete on a monthly basis.'

It was a hunt that took place a few days ago. A hunt that attacks Aboriginal peoples while walking in the dark. Gunwook and the Witch have raided and gained experience if they want to be a small pack of Orcs.

Then the two of them continued to get better at raiding, but did not get bolder. I knew if I made a mistake, it would be annihilation.

The scene I just saw in my dream was a real thing to happen.

No matter how high the odds on this side are, if the enemy wins a little, he will one day lose the battle. If you keep rolling the dice, you'll see an eye of 1. And defeat in battle soon meant death.

Gunwook realized his hands were trembling. My whole body was frowning. It's because of the healing spell and the after-effects on the body.

I decided to sit in bed trying to calm down. So the day was bright.

Beyond the visit, a witch's voice was heard.

"Come on, get out! Let's eat!"

Gunwook stumbled and made a visit. I saw a witch smiling with the light.

The witch asked me to sit down and eat.

"What's wrong? Do you want to rest today?"

Gunwook shakes his head chewing eggs.

"No."

The level up was in front of my nose. You just have to take out a few more herds.

That day, Gunwook also headed for the dungeon.

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In the elevator, the witch was making an elongated grin. Looking forward to the experience you will get today, the witch said.

"I'm coming, you know what? Our level-up speed is unprecedented!"

Gunwook sighed and replied.

"Are the others waiting for a hunting ground vacancy to catch the deceased that gives them as much experience as the rattails, or for Regen after catching them? In many ways, it takes months to level up one, so we're going to hit and climb, right?"

"Uh, that! Ogre, you were a prophet! How did you know I was gonna tell you?"

"I've heard it a hundred times already. Please stop it, Azimay. I already memorized all the lines."

The witch kills what's so funny. Before the elevator door opened, Gunwook jumped out and took precautions, followed by a witch.

I found a bike hidden in a corner of the dark dungeon. The inventory didn't go into the elevator, so I couldn't bring it out on the ground, but people didn't go around much, so I stayed hidden.

Each one of them climbed a bike. The witch cried out after the gods were gone.

"Ogre, run!"

But his zeal disappeared an hour later.

It was because no sense of hunting was found. Precisely the right sense of hunting did not emerge.

On this occasion, the witch learned a life detection spell, which allowed her to figure out the size of nearby enemies on the running bike. According to the spells, there were no orcs nearby or there were more than fifteen groups. It's a lot to hunt.

The witch mutters in a futile tone.

"Where have all the under-10 gone?"

It was not difficult to understand what had happened.

A few days ago, Gunwook and the Witch hunted a small number of orcs. As a result, the Orcs lost both their churches and their patrols. But since then, the Orcs have begun to flock. Avoid being hunted by raiders in the dark.

A scoundrel said.

"I think you can fight with 15 Orcs. I've already fought and won. Do you want to hit it?"

Gunwook shook his head to recall his dream today.

"No. Greed."

The witch was sorry, but she wasn't stubborn. It seemed like I had done it once in the first place.

The two agreed to go back.

I was on my bike heading up the stairs.

The witch's staff shines. The creature detection spell, about fifteen hostiles, was in front of him.

They were prepared to avoid it. It was a car trying to turn the bike handle.

"You bastards!"

There's a scream in front of me.

A man's voice. It wasn't hard to judge the situation. Someone was being raided.

Gunwook said immediately.

"Let's go."

"What?"

"Let's help. Why? Don't you like it?"

"So what do you want?"

Definitely hated it. Gunwook said he didn't understand.

"You're not trying to make a fuss. It's dangerous for you two to deal with fifteen orcs, but if you include a player who's there now, you're dealing with three. It's gonna be a lot easier to deal with. It's gonna be an experience. What's wrong?"

Despite that, the witch frowned. A face that I don't like very much.

I didn't have time to convince him. Gunwook was forced to give his consent halfway, and then rushed into the bike.

The afterglow shines on the enemy.

The fourteen oaks, a man between them, were slapped against the wall with his back. After seeing the afterglow, he was a crusader player.

[Private Information Player]

Gunwook strikes between the oaks. An iron spear firmly attached to the side digs into the Orc's body.

The Orc's body falls out with the cast iron spear. Gunwook immediately took the Holy Sword out of the inventory and swung it to kill another Orc. Then he shouted.

"Ogrrrrrrrrrrrrre!"

The boiling of the sputum was mixed. It is a distressing but definite sound that shakes everyone's tympanic membrane. The witch memorizes the spell on the back of the Orcs while the enemy's gaze is drawn. The ice blows continuously, cutting off the breath of the standing oaks.

Subsequently, an explosion occurred in the middle of a bicycle set up by the Fireball Orcs. The three oaks flew into a chain explosion.

During that chaotic afternoon, Gunwook cut off the oaks. I killed another Orc and looked at another player.

What's he doing? If you're here to help, don't fight quickly.

Fortunately, the Crusader player also moved late. A clean stab pierces the Orc's chest armor. It seems to be a well-enhanced weapon. That's enough skill. Spec is worth a share anyway.

After seeing it, Gunwook waved his sword with his mind. The orcs are everywhere, but they can fly more easily than the last battle.

The situation was different from last time. The last time I fought the Fifteen Orcs, I had to use a shield against gunfire, but now all shield spells are preserved. So there was no pressure to fight defensively to avoid fatal injuries.

It was a much easier battle than it was before. Is it because of the number of people? Or is it already adapted to the fight against the Orcs?

I didn't even have to use the shield spell I kept trying to use at a critical moment. The Orc's weapon didn't even touch Gunwook's armor. Gunwook spills the Orc attack easily and immediately retaliates.

The moment he kills another Orc, the other Orc rushes to Gunwook for revenge. And the frostbite popped into his chest.

The witch was also fighting much more comfortably than last time. I supported the firepower while preparing to flee on the bike.

That way, the battle was unilateral.

When the wizard fires without fear of being attacked, the Orcs can't stand it. If you try to counteract something, the crusaders' knives will strike you.

[EXP 56677 Acquired]

Finally, all the Orcs are down.

Gunwook confirmed that there are no Orcs nearby. I approached the breathing Crusader player.

"Ahjae, are you okay?"

Asked Gunwook, the Crusader player opened his mouth.

"Who is Ajayya?"

I grumbled with an attentive voice because I was young. Gunwook, who knew how to hear the thanksgiving, said he should not shrug.

"Let's go to the stairs together, brother or sister. It's dangerous for the Orcs to wander around here by themselves."

The young paladin nodded silently.

Since then, silence has flowed while walking together. There was no thank you for your help.

'I'm nervous because I just got out of the crisis, but I'm not in the right state of mind.'

It was an understandable response as a former firefighter. Humans who have escaped the scene of a disaster are not insane.

But will there be such an understanding in witches? I can be angry because that reaction comes back to the plate that helped me with the gruesome opposition.

Gunwook looked at the witches' eyes as he walked. The witch was staring at the paladin's back the whole time she was walking.

Gun Wook sighed when he returned home and said he would listen to one voice.

The three finally reached the stairs. Monsters cannot enter the stairs. Now there was no need to be nervous, but neither the witch nor the Crusader walked silently without opening their mouths.

I reached the front of the elevator on the stairs. Gunwook, who was uncomfortable with the atmosphere, advised the young paladin to return first.

Then the young paladin opened his mouth.

"Thank you for your help, and I'll give you your gratitude. Call your inventory number."

Gunwook decided not to make any specifications. I thought the witch who pretended to refuse here would explode.

37x7x.

The elevator door is open. In it, the young paladin said,

"I deposited it, and I'm on my way. Again, thank you for your help."

The elevator door was closed, concealing the appearance of a young paladin.

Gunwook looked carefully at the witches' eyes. I thought I'd get a curse because I did something stupid.

But the next moment, the witch sighed. A sigh of conception? No.

The witch sighed with relief.

"That's a good guy."

Gunwook's eyes widened in wonder.

"Good guy? Did he just die?"

"You gave me an example. That's how many saints I met in the dungeon."

I didn't know how to evaluate it. Gunwook trembled.

"Didn't you have that look all the time? I thought he was pissed because he wasn't cheap."

"I wasn't pissed, I was nervous. I'm afraid he's gonna sneak up on us."

"What are you talking about? Why is he ambushing us?"

"He was afraid we'd attack him. You would have wanted to play the player if you could."

Of course, Gunwook never thought to ambush.

"What is that?"

"Didn't you know? I saw him walking less and less. He must have been more nervous than me, actually. Like I said, we don't know when we're gonna hit. Equipment levels were higher than ours, but we couldn't be more reassured. I'm sure you've seen us fight. So, Era, I don't know, let's kill them before I die! I knew this would happen."

Gunwook had been zinc for a while and barely opened his mouth.

"You didn't tell me anything. I don't know if I'm going to ambush you."

"I wanted him to ambush me."

"What?"

"When he ambushed us, we almost won. I'd rather get a lesson that our ogre shouldn't be rattling in the dungeon this time. But it's done a lot neater than I thought. That's a little too bad."

Gunwook said he wanted to ask if there are so many raids between users.

'You don't even have to ask. Players must have heard the horror. It's obvious that it's good to dig someone in the dark underground.'

The two got on the elevator without a word. After returning to the ground at once, I replenished some supplies and returned home.

A witch bites the wine.

"So how much did you pay for his case?"

Gunwook quietly opened the inventory. Then I looked at the increased gold and opened my eyes wide.

"10 million gold."

"Wow, we earned ten days? He's a real saint."

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Hidden Message: High Fault Level +3

Hidden Message: Current Fault Number 616

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