Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

The gate through which the guards entered.

There, four new men emerged. They were dressed as guards.

I also examined the four guards behind the bald man. One of them was dragging a cart.

‘A cart.? ’

I felt a strange camouflage.

I slowly raised my crossbow. You aim at the bald face.

Those guards look loose.

It was a face that I just wanted to pass comfortably every day. However, the impression of the new ones is different.

The guard's uniform is the same.

However, the eyes are different.

It's the hyena's eyes that bite the flesh off the corpse. The bald one who looks like the leader is worse than him.

Even if it's not a corpse, it's a corpse.

I felt like I was going to suck the bone marrow.

I saw the cart. The cart puller had a similar overall impression. Guard outfits are the same for now.

But his face is bruised. His legs were limping.

Suddenly, I felt creepy.

‘I'm a casualty pulling a cart by myself. ’

It is not a bruise to fall on.

Signs of an intense beating.

The bald man who looks like the commander walked forward, and the man who was pulling the cart followed. The other three guards will follow.

I just look around and walk the path. One of them looked pretty strong. I followed them quietly in the woods, leaving a distance.

‘Hammer, crossbow. It's more than that.’

Men who are elected as guards are usually uncomfortable. I'm a security guard. However, they looked more vicious and powerful.

Men folding up the mountain passage.

You chase them carefully through the bushes. They are holding torches in the dark.

It was not difficult to keep up with them at a distance. I see them. They don't see me.

Dr. Park.

Ask for a walk in the sound of a beetle.

When I walked for about ten minutes.

The bald man gives an order.

The man with the piercing wheelbarrow.

Get out of the cart and push it backwards. Then you tilt the cart to the cliff.

What is it?

Boom! Boom! Fight! Fight!

Something falls from the cart.

I hit the rock a few times and rolled down.

The guards look around.

The attitude of sneaking garbage.

Make sure there's no one around, then walk back to the road.

I passed by the grove where I was lying.

We need to check what's missing.

I had a nervous breakdown.

Dallac.

Stop. You're flinching.

“Huh? Anything nearby? ”

All of a sudden, he looks around, bald. Should I put on an eye pan?

‘It'll be over when they find out. ’

Five guards, one self.

Bald as a captain.

It doesn't look good on its own.

The Orc's shrugged shoulders.

If we fight, not one of them will be able to handle it.

The Soon- Chulpick!

The man who was pulling the empty cart falls forward.

His baldness attracts him.

Puck!

Suddenly, the bald man started beating the bruised man who was pulling the cart.

It felt strange and natural. It's like a natural attitude to resume beating that has been going on for a long time.

“Don't piss me off. ”

Puck!

“Son of a bitch, when I tell you to get lost, get lost. ”

Puebuck!

“You've caught it, and you want to shove it in your mouth so you can kill yourself? The more I think about it, the more ridiculous it is. ”

Boss!

“Shhh!”

The screams of the bruised man resound high in the sky.

The bald head moves forward again as if it were a bit authentic.

‘What. A story. ’

I can hear them talking. Anxiety is increasingly amplified. You leave something in the cart on the mountain, and stare blankly at their backside as they enter the gates.

‘Of course not. I don't think so. ’

The bald man leaves only two guards.

I closed the gate and went inside. Baldness disappeared and a long time passed. The two remaining guards spit on the ground, cursing at the gate.

“That's too bad. I actually wanted to use it before I threw it away.

“Wear it or leave it, psychopath. ”

“Hmph, Hmph! Leave this. I'll just take the knife. ”

Shields and spears entrusted to you.

“Tsk, that's gonna hurt again.

and taste. ”

“Do you want one? ”

“Never. I'm just flinching alive. What's the fun in that? ”

The wind blows toward the bush where I am. The guards' conversation sounds hostile.

I tried not to imagine what the conversation meant.

I didn't want to be sure until I saw it with my own eyes.

Because I thought it would remind me of something terrible. Let's go first.

Boom boom.

A tall guard walks along the boulevard with only a knife to his waist.

I can see the torch's face in detail. Short, crooked black hair. Red cloudy eyes with recesses.

A man walking into the mountains where the group had just left.

He faces down where the cart is tilted.

Srr.

I followed the guard along the bush quietly.

I started to feel dizzy.

“Hehe.

The man was passionate about what he was looking for. Then a skeleton chases him out of the bush.

What men see.

I'm watching it, too.

There's a dead woman.

How about 40? One Lot of bribes. ’

January 20th is a very special day. If you defeat Sardia that day.

A woman who worked hard to recall the price of armor she read in the book and thought about how to bargain. A woman considering paying a bribe to a guard. A woman who talked about the effectiveness of flowers and joked together about the new emperor's decree.

The woman who pulled me out of my grave. The woman who lent me the dagger. Stupidly, I was worried about the skeleton I raised and brought her a stone. The woman who made fun of me throwing snowballs at me. You were joking about the bones of a theoretical first-year-old.

The girl.

There is a dead Rubia.

The naked corpse was covered in bruises and cuts.

Why?

Why the hell not?

Why does this woman have to suffer so much?

Are you saying that pain is the fate of this woman?

What choice do we have to make?

Was that wrong from the start?

To me.

I don't know what to do.

Skeletons can't attract tears.

In an empty hole, only darkness and wind are hidden instead of tear glands.

Dallac.

I slowly got up from a grind in the bush.

“Huh-huh-huh.

The guard laughs at the corpse. Blood drips from laughter.

I see her dead. Corpses are cold. Corpses are silent. However, those who see cannot be silent.

Bashrack.

“Huh? What's that? ”

He's surprised to hear it.

Shoot!

At your neck, you fire a crossbow that's already loaded. We are more than ten steps apart.

However, his mouth smelled disgusting. I wanted to hold my breath.

Puck!

A crossbow is inserted into the guard's arm.

Maybe it's because my heart is broken. My aim is messed up. I'm a long way off my neck.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhh! ”

A man struck by a crossbow makes a fuss.

I was going to slit that throat with a squeaking sound.

But it's a pathetic failure.

Anger and sadness don't improve your marksmanship at all.

Nothing fancy comes out of it.

Even when a skeleton is angry and sad.

Nothing will change.

It always has been.

I picked up a club.

A good strike has never been successful in the first place. We're just preparing for our next strike.

Prepare for the next attack before it breaks apart.

Keep going, and keep going.

Yes, sir!

You swing the club. The guard rolls into the ground in a hurry.

I changed direction. He slapped me on the rolling floor.

Puck!

“Grrrgh!”

A man slams his left leg into a club and screams. Roll the Degur.

But I have a weak sense of attack. It's because you changed the direction of the club in the middle.

A guard hit by a club pulls out a blade from the waist.

Bang!

He rises up, wielding his sword.

Chang!

You were struck by a sword with a club. The material of the club is wood. However, there is iron on the outside and thick iron on the inside.

No weight, no strength compared to a knife.

Get it, get it! Chang!

One step apart. Or half.

One situation at a time. The blade and club clash violently. The guard grips his teeth. I didn't look good.

He has a portable one-handed sword. Not a good weapon in this situation. Skeletons are different from Humans.If they're stabbed, they won't die.

A blunt force is perfect for breaking bones.

If he had a shield, he would have dealt with me a lot easier.

Fight! Fight!

Hrrrrrrr!

The torch on the ground is knocked down by a brawl. Fire spreads on dry winter leaves.

“Hey, you monster.! ”

The guard shouts. I'm not a monster yet. I don't know what's going to happen next, but right now I'm just a white-snatched skeleton.

Get it, get it! Chang!

The guard is focused on the fight against me. I am quite well trained in the subject of being a corpse lover.

You don't panic when you see a skeleton or a magic object attacking you. I'm not stiffened by fear.

That's good enough.

When the distance is close. The guard looks for a gap.

Dumbass!

He took my hand. I stuck my club in my side. At the same time, I hit my jaw hard with my fist.

Tak!

He pushed me away and tried to take the club. He knows what to pick up. He wants to crush the skull.

‘Give over. ’

You pretend to hold on for a moment, then grab the guard's knife sack.

Dallac!

I empowered him.

He's got a crossbow in his arm. If I was intact, I might have beaten me.

“Ok!”

But it's tight now.

I took a knife with a club. Each other's weapons have changed.

Hrrrrrrr!

The fire spreads around you.

Dry winter leaves on the ground begin to crumble.

The dried leaves, without a single bite, roared like firewood.

The guard snatches away the club. Humans are vulnerable to fire.

Bam!

He hits the club diagonally in the upper right corner. Actively capitalizing on tall advantages.

Chang!

The user picks up a knife and blocks the upper right corner, but simultaneously another attack takes place.

Security, stretch your right foot.

Puebuck!

I kicked my side so hard.

Bounced back one step.

‘Not bad.’

Pretty strong kick. But it's not just right. Slightly in the air, you swing your sword at him.

Get down!

The sound of flaky skin is refreshing.

“Ahh! Ahh! ”

The guard attacks while drawing blood.

It's very clumsy.

However, he was extremely resourceful in a surprise raid. He must be very strong among the guards.

Or, it could be that I'm laying on the ground so far that I can't easily deal with a suburban guard.

Fight! Fight!

He takes two steps forward.

I'm going to finish this sooner or later.

It's wise to be drawn to blood.

Yes, sir!

Swing the club vigorously. Avoiding was not difficult.

You take a step back.

If there was a blunt force, we could have marched right through.

However, I did not choose blunt force. I chose the option to increase Rubia's appeal. No regrets.

Bam!

The club swings once more. I took a half-step forward, avoiding it. He held out his sword at his fingertips.

Serge!

I stabbed him in the chest.

I put the tip of the knife straight in. The counter came in neatly.

The guard's chest is crushed with a sharp blade. It was my own sword in exchange for a club.