Skeleton Knight, in Another World

The path in the woods, not very wide, with its left hand slightly earthed, with trees rooted and soil fixed a certain height, above which it is not possible to see the back.

A large, four-headed, black-painted carriage is going early enough down such a path in the woods.

The black carriage makes the ornamental look very elegant, but if you look at the craftsmanship to the details, you can see that it is a carriage for the noble.

In total, more than fifty groups, including ridden knights and soldiers following them, proceeding in a neat line before and after that large black carriage, are positioned to protect the carriage.

Everyone hardens themselves with their gear, and walking without alarm reminds them of considerable sophistication.

There were people in such a group who crossed large and splendid horses to walk side by side with black carriages, and were sleeving through good protective equipment.

A young man who carefully combs (su) brown hair and blinds his jaw slightly to the edge without alarm.

One of the Seven Dukes of the Kingdom of Rhoden, Rendle du Frivtran, the son of the Duke of Frivtran family, he was also the commander who had ordained the escort of this black carriage.

The number of escorts is still as small as this when you think about the nobles aboard the black carriage. However, if the number of people increased, the speed would naturally drop, so this time, priority had to be given to rushing ahead, and the number of people had to be narrowed down as a special case.

The purpose of this line is to quickly and secretly deliver the Lord of the Black Carriage to the Grand Duchy of Limburt, so the main Lords' streets on the road dare to pass. For this reason, we have chosen a different path from the street we were supposed to follow.

These paths need to be attentive to unintentional warcraft and bandits, but none can push away more than fifty elites.

But Sir Rendle, entrusted with the task of escorting him, showed no such alarm at all, and was coming at a speed of a day and a half down the road to this point.

In a large black carriage, one lady sighed looking at the gap in the woods visible through the window, the grey sky peeking from it.

Yuliana, the second princess of the Kingdom of Rhoden, is only sixteen years old and still young and young in her expression, but her waist wrapped around a splendid atmosphere of nobility.

A samurai, quietly holding back beside her, calls out as she offers baked sweets to Yuliana, who gives a restless atmosphere with her yellow-flavoured blonde hair on hand.

"Master Juliana, why don't you put something in your mouth and calm down? Are you also concerned about this visit to Limburt?

Juliana makes a troubled look when she shakes her head (wears it) and refuses to plug in baked sweets to Ferna, a samurai who is dating from a young child with a fundamentally worrying look beside her.

"This visit, you're going to have some kind of heartbreak even though you moved on inside and got here. I don't think I can reach my legs if the chaser hangs up while I'm getting this far at my current speed..."

Yes, alone. Outside the carriage window, I look at the sky, where I almost cried. The unspeakable anxiety swirling around his chest closed his eyelids as he looked up to cover and conceal it as if it had seeped out into the sky.

That's when screams and yells echoed around the front of the carriage..., from the front row of the line.

"Enemy Attack -!!

From Rendle, who was immediately in command of the unit by walking alongside the carriage, a decree was hung to encourage the entire unit to be vigilant.

By that decree the troops move, like one creature, to protect the carriage while taking a predetermined defensive posture.

While confirming that, Rendle stares at the enemy ahead of the unit.

The fact that he secretly left Wang Capital and was ambushed even though he had travelled at a fairly fast rate to get here was nothing short of being read.

It was a rendle that irritated itself with the fact, but now there was no time to devote thought to such things.

I don't know if I'm a first prince or a second prince, but it was obvious that I wasn't a bandit. Several [flamethrows (fireballets)] flying in front of the troops were one of the magic unleashed by the magician.

There's no reason for more than one magician to put himself into a mere bandit or something.

"The enemy is a magician! Prevent a magic attack! Push the knight with Mithril's shield forward!

Several knights set up shields on Rendle's instructions and deployed forward, from behind which a following soldier fires a bow. And that's when I tried to push the entire unit forward, now multiple arrows were shot from the rear and stabbed at the soldiers positioned rearward.

Screaming and upset run at the soldiers for further ambushes, but they quickly regained their morale as they were elite at Rendle's one drink.

Fortunately, this was the path in the woods, and the inability to shoot a bow in the mountains and the horizontal shooting only led to arrows reaching the soldiers in the rear row.

Nearly a hundred marauders in the rear showed themselves, but the movement was like that of a trained army.

"Thirty to the rear, defense formation! Keep the thief away!! The rest go through the front with the carriage! Defend the carriage at all costs!!

Troops break into two and move out in accordance with the decree.

Due to a large number of passives, a powerful magic attack has been launched, but a small number of people have broken through the front to escape the carriage alone.

But for some reason, the movement of some of the troops that were supposed to form the rear defense was slower than usual, and there were starting to be delays in building the formation.

The man in command of the ambush unit in the rear looked at his mouth distorted with amusement as the convoy line of escorts unfolded into two units.

"Let go of the arrow one last time!

As the man flew instructions against the troops, the bandit-style men with bows stood one arrow after the other and unleashed them all at once.

The shooting arrows flew to knights and soldiers trying to form a defensive formation behind the carriage escort, but remained mostly devoid of fatal injuries and causing some arrow injuries.

But the soldiers of the arrowwounded escort were clearly starting to slow down, and it was becoming difficult to maintain a defensive posture instead of cooperating.

"Eat and Break Defense!! Aim for the princess's life!!!

When the man's decree was hung again, and nearly a hundred robbery-style men in total rushed all at once, they collided hard on narrow forest roads with escorts desperately trying to build a defensive posture.

The slow-moving escorts were taken over one after the other, and the likelihood was very much not of the elite movements chosen to serve as escorts for the princess.

"Dear Kaeks, the escort seems to be moving pretty badly, because something has been done?

A little man dressed as a clergyman beside him speaks to the commander who was wrapping up the burglary-style man. The look on the face of the man, who opened his mouth with a grin as if he were going to watch a play so that the soldiers of the escort would be ravaged, does not look like a priest.

"Bishop Bolan, this is the one who seeded it."

The priest-style little man, called Caeks by Bishop Bolan, grows a sharp eyeless mustache in his dark hair, and he only looks like a real burglar with a wild grin.

However, the leather armor you are wearing and the sword you put on your hips are not the kind of item that a burglar can hold.

Bishop Bolan receives a single arrow from the man as he is offered.

The name of the bandit-style man is Caex Collaio do Brutios.

He was the son of the Duke of Brutios in the House of the Seven Dukes of the Kingdom of Rhoden, who commanded this operation according to the life of his father, the First Prince.

The Bishop of Bolan, who watched with a glimpse for an arrow that had no philosophy whatsoever, handed to him by Caechs, turned his gaze back to Caechs to find out his sincerity.

"What, you just poisoned me? However, this time the poison is used by Giant Basilisk, which is difficult to obtain. It's not instantaneous, but it's a pretty powerful poison, and if you get wounded, you'll lose your foot immediately because you're a good soldier."

Seems to sincerely enjoy Bishop Bolan's intrigued gaze, and Caex makes him speak and listen to the manifestation.

"Ho! Master Kaex is around the corner."

"Recently, I got it occasionally. I didn't have much time, so I couldn't prepare a lot of numbers, but as long as I could make a breakdown, I could crush the rest with numbers."

In order to say that, the guards forming a defensive formation at the rear of the carriage do their sights where they have collapsed, and further turn their consciousness to the man who takes command to push forward with the black carriage.

Rendle, who was in command of the knights and soldiers of the escort next to the black carriage, cursed his situational judgment when he glanced at the rear as the escorts of his allies were slipping away into total collapse.

Because I never thought the rear defensive formation would collapse so lightly.

He tried to strike from the rear all at once by pushing out a knight with a magical playing Mithril shield against an enemy magician who was expanding forward, but the magician fell back in reaction to it, and the ambush appeared nearly fifty more times from the rear to be prevented.

It was only a matter of time before the rear collapsed completely, and it was no longer possible to spend much time on it.

"All Knights have 'Demon Crystal Blast Ball (Burst Ball)' ready!!

When the Knights, who were cutting together with enemy soldiers in the front, returned their swords to their sheaths simultaneously while shielding the magician's magic in the front row by Rendle's decree, they removed a round sphere from the leather bag attached to their hips.

When the enemy soldiers who saw it up close peeled wide, they rushed to retreat, but the others behind them were not able to see what was going on in the front, making it a good idea to block the way out.

"Stupid Yarrow!! Stay back!! Stay back!!!

As enemy soldiers cursed their backward companions to desperately fall back after seeing what Rendle had instructed them to do, this was the last chance to hang the decree.

"Let it go!!!!

"Bomb it. Defeat the enemy. '

When the Knights cast a key spell (spell key) simultaneously in Rendle's command while holding the ball of Fist Prop in their hand, they threw it one after the other toward the front.

The thrown balls draw a parabola, sucked into the enemy camp ahead and landed, creating at the same time loud acoustics and blasts that stumble around to blow the enemy soldiers one after the other.

Now that the front faction has collapsed and the magicians in the back have been exposed to defenselessness, it is only a good time for Rendle to run the horse forward.

"Break through a point! Stiffen the front of the carriage!! Keep going for me!!!

Rendle shouted and hung the order on the soldier, running the horse across the horse's head to the front line.

He plunges into the enemy's avant-garde as the enemy magician expels [Flamethrower (Firebarret)] and [Rock Barrett (Rock Barrett)] with a cleverly misrilled shield.

The rear knight continues to lag behind it as he thrust away the remaining enemies with his sword from the horse.

The enemy's faction breaks and thrusts through the siege, but as the [flamethrower (fireballet)] released from the front lands on the horse's body, the horse screams and rolls onto the spot, and the momentum throws the rendle out of the saddle.

The rear knights, who tried to avoid the fall of that rendle, also fell one horse after another, desperate with swords thrust down their throats and bellies one after another by enemy soldiers who had escaped the ordeal of the bombing that was around them.

Rendle himself managed to get himself thrown out, but he couldn't stand to see if his leg was broken.

A spear in his hand was thrust into his belly as a man with a short spear in front of such a rendle stood up with a humble grin.

"Guha!!

Spitting blood from his mouth, Rendle squatted holding down his own belly, desperately opening his eyes as he gradually dawned, circling his neck to the carriage with the Lord to protect. Its earliest sight in his eyes was the scene where a large enemy burglary-style man forcefully opened the door to the carriage that was behind him.

The man, who forcefully opened the door while holding a cloudy sword in his hand with lean blood fat, is targeted in the heart by a samurai with a dagger who has burst into momentum from inside the carriage and hurriedly defends him with his left arm.

The dagger stabbed deeply in the man's left arm, and the fiercely elevated man struck the samurai at his mercy.

"You fucking bitch!!"

Ferna, the samurai, becomes unable to squat on the spot when she is punched in the face thoughtfully and hit hard on the body of the vehicle.

The man pulled the dagger stabbed in his left arm unconstitutionally and threw it away, pushing the sword in his right hand vigorously into its Ferna's chest.

"Ha!

Her consciousness dims in an instant and collapses on the spot, creating a blood build-up in the carriage. The man kicked it unconstitutionally and slapped it off outside the carriage.

"No!!!! Fernah!!!

Ferna, a samurai who was also a childhood tame, was killed in front of her, and Yuliana tried not to tire of her luxurious dress getting dirty with her blood.

But when the man in front of him stood by it, he stabbed that sword stained with Ferna's blood into the princess's chest.

Yuliana gave an incomprehensible look at what had happened for a moment, but looked open at the sword sinking deep into her chest.

With a bitter look on his face, tears accumulate in his eyes, but no voice comes out of his glossy lips, and instead, blood splashes.

Eventually, as the power slipped out of his limbs, he squatted so that he could hang himself on the carriage wall, the princess's consciousness was sumptuous, and eventually nothing was reflected in her adorable large brown eyes.

After glancing at it, the man pulled the sword stuck in his chest unconstitutionally, and when he delivered the blood to the sheath wiped with the princess's dress, he carefully removed the beautiful necklace hanging on the princess's neck.

And he went outside the carriage, holding it as if it mattered.

The Princess's escorts had already been crudely defeated around the area, and things were ending.

Behind it, Kaex, who had been watching the whole thing, had told the soldiers to lose his marginal survival, and had since given instructions for processing.

"Make it look like a burglar! I'll put the golden eye thing on your reward!

To his voice, the soldiers disguised as the bandits around him began to fish for the money that was in the arms and nostalgia of the fallen escort with a simultaneous voice of joy.

With an enviable look at the state of it, Kaeks dresses up as the wind of nothing and calls out to the little man who was softening beside him.

"How about Bishop Bolan, if that's all right?

"Oh is that so? No, that's sweet of you to say..."

Bishop Bolan floated a delightful colour on that face and threw away the "object" small as he did a cold eye from behind to go fishing for the loot in his groaning footsteps.

"Dear Caeks, I will sit in the presence of Her Royal Highness Princess Yuliana."

A large man, who had now taken the life of the princess, approached quietly and spoke to Caex, who was throwing up such evil.

The item offered kneeling was a necklace removed from the Princess's neck earlier.

"Thank you. I'm so sorry to hear about the princess... But I'm not even going to take it out to the Demon Crystal Blast Ball (burst ball). Thanks to you, the damage has increased considerably."

Even though he does, he distorts his mouth ridiculously and receives the necklace from his men's hands.

The large jewels were intertwined with goldsmith flowers and sprinkled with finer jewels, which is now one of the items sent by the late Queen to her two real daughters.

I carefully wrapped it in a silk cloth and looked up thinking it was time to prepare for retreat.

"Gahhhhhhhh!!!!

Then the end demons of the soldiers who had worked to collect the loot until earlier echoed around.

As Caex ran his gaze forward when he heard that scream, one large white wolf after another was popping out of the side woods, beginning to scatter and scatter the soldiers of his men who were around him.

No, the sight was not an act to prey on humans.

The white wolves are quite murderous, stripping their fangs and biting them to death, regardless of the people around them who were on the path.

Two metres of body but agile standing around and bites with tough jaws and sharp fangs were sufficient murder weapons to hunt and acquire the lives of soldiers who were alarmed.

The magicians who tried to respond started casting spells, but when the white wolves perceived it, they attacked the magicians in a group and quickly tore them apart.

Those who responded with their swords also disappear with their bodies fogged the moment they thought they had laid down the wolf, biting their heads from behind and chopping them off a thousand times where they had been taken aback.

Kaeks looked half-way blind at the picture of the snort of those who had drawn Princess Juliana's line to hell until earlier, this time being drawn to hell in reverse.

"Horned Wolf......"

The big man who was watching next to that Caex also spoke the name of the messenger of hell when he saw what was happening.

When Caex's thought finally returned when he heard the name, he hung the decree out loud.

"Retreat all armies!!! Restart your attitude!!! Heavy Squad out their shields and burn down all other supplies!! Let go of the horse!!

The soldiers whose ordinance arrived so painfully withdrew at first sight.

Heavy Squad soldiers take the big shield out of their luggage as they unload from the horse and run the horse forward with a whip. In order to increase the speed of the march, set up a large shield with only a limited number, and form a defensive formation with the merged soldiers.

"Retreat!! Retreat No!!!

Caeks hung the decree of withdrawal while there was still survival just because time was wasted.

"Shit! How many of them are there!!

There are about fifteen Horned Wolves in front of them that will be attacked one after another by the soldiers who are still alive, but not all of them are real.

"I heard Horned Wolf creates two or three illusions per person. There are probably more than five of them…"

A man next door answered Caex's evil, staring forward.

As we retreated with our shields in place, the lucky ones who were able to escape from the reaper joined us and grew in numbers, things began to spread a little like mass security to the troops, but none of the faces were there when they were fishing for loot in everyone's face.

Horned Wolf only saw the people who were around the carriage, or he showed no particular interest in the movement of this one as he retreated.

Eventually, when the site of the raid became invisible to the naked eye and at some point retreated out of the woods, everyone squatted as if the thread of tension in the troops had been broken.

Kaex himself sighed out of fatigue finally freed from a long sense of urgency and looked around at the troops.

But the fact that he lost more than half of his soldiers in the battle with the escorts and the Horned Wolf raid left him feeling gloomy and sighing heavily and throwing up evil.