Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

Eventually.

I couldn't do it.

Duck!

Your arms are bent behind you. Two Troll Skeletons overwhelm me from left to right.

“Grrrrr.

A big hand of a Troll skull that looks three times bigger than me.

My elbow, my wrist.

An arm that is bent backward and firmly gripped seems to break soon.

Duck!

Troll Skeletons on both sides.

It's a lot of strength.

Two at the same time. I cannot resist.

‘I can't help it. ’

Chin down on the ground. The floor is cold. It's rough. My body trembles with shock. Though I thought it was pointless, I struggled.

Daglac!

I shook my legs.

But not even that.

Boom!

Soon, the Troll Skeletons were firmly planted on their big feet. I tried to get out, but I couldn't move.

I couldn't reach the weight of the limb. They were so much bigger than me. It was much heavier.

"Oops."

I twisted my whole body.

It was just a thought. I couldn't move. While in distress,

A question was rising.

Is this even possible? ’

I think I'm seeing things. The situation is that strange.

"Trolls are so controlled? ’

The movement is very organized. It seems to be tied to a thread. meticulously trained.

Obviously.

Being dominated by someone.

Very powerful, too.

Then the question arises.

Who the hell is that? ’

It's not that hard to build a human skeleton in a grave.

A novice commander is also possible.

‘Rubia did, too. ’

However, when the target becomes an Orc with more power than humans, it becomes even more difficult.

‘Especially when you're a scholar and a different species.

Most Necromancers are human. Ultimately, moving a skeleton other than a human is twice as difficult.

Orcs are hard, too.

Not to mention the more powerful Ogres or the Trolls of the high mountains.

Very few can raise them from the grave.

I've barely seen him on the battlefield.

Moreover, there are other problems.

Raising it from the grave is not the end.

It's much more important to control the skeleton you caused, in fact.

I look back on the human necromancers who were part of the Demon King's army.

Necromancers I've been through.

Their abilities were crude.

The Skeleton Soldier doesn't even have the Necromancer with the ability to raise his spear and squeeze the dust.

Not even enough to stop a Human cavalry charge for a moment.

It was all about giving directionality to where we were and where we were going. That's the limit of control.

Just like that, they were in a prowling position within the Demon King's army.

What kind of person shows this much control?

"Did the High Horse come before us?

The Demon King himself? ’

I don't know about the Demon King's power.

If you were the 16 Demon Monarchs who once ruled the world in despair, you could do this.

Is it really them?

Or.

I heard a small sigh in front of me.

Hmmm.

It's the voice that first rang in my head when I fell into this place.

Daglac!

The only free head was raised up. I moved to look ahead. I wanted to know who controls this place and who controls them.

However.

Bang, bang!

The Troll in front of you walks. A massive body blocks sight.

Boom!

The Trolls press their heads to the ground, asking what they want to see.

I felt like Tuck would leave because I pressed too hard.

‘Damn it.'

Shhh.

The cold heat touches the skull.

An axe.

Whee!

Trolls raise their axes high.

Arms and legs are firmly clamped so you can't move. It was time to die.

< Have you got anything else to hide?

I heard a small voice. There was a snickering mixture of laughter.

What do you mean, you hid it? ’

Tick-tock! Tick-tock!

Troll skeletons on both sides have laid down my arms and legs. The creatures that would have torn the humans alive turned their backs like sheep.

Into a huge pile of bones around us.

I stumbled and disappeared. It was a strange sight.

Dallac.

I found a cold floor. I barely got up. I still froze my bones because they were too tight.

‘You look a little cracked.

It was then.

Queahhhhhh!

The air trembles. A sharp scream echoes through the cavern. Screaming to silence a deaf ear.

Suddenly, something appeared from the ceiling. It was translucent white smoke. Smoke came upon me.

Spectre?

Yes, sir!

I swung the knife I found on the floor. The blade passes through the smoke.

Like the Trolls, they were clearly controlled by someone.

I look around, but I see nothing.

Queahhhh!

The smoke passed through my body screaming. My whole body was in a bad mood. That was not the end of the act. Dozens of Marie Spectre appeared everywhere.

The white smoke spectres surrounded me with translucent bodies in the air. I felt like they were all around me.

They came at me all in one piece with a faint smoke.

Yes, yes, yes!

You swing your sword in a reflex. But I did not do any harm.

Whee! Whee!

Dozens of Spectators entered and exited my body.

The creepy chill covers my whole body thickly.

‘It's annoying.

It is not an aggressive health hazard.

They couldn't hurt me any more than I could hurt them.

But after repeated pranks on my body, it was hard to wake up and very unpleasant.

It's been a long time.

I was completely exhausted. Swinging the sword didn't mean anything.

They've been defeated since they were first abducted here.

Fluffy.

You lean against a pile of strange bones. The chimera in the lab.

You've been a loser since the moment you got locked up.

I just had to sit still, silent and helpless.

It was then.

Shhh. Your hands are so red. What crime have you committed? Then why is it so white again? You can't be the kid you are if you live to be.

What doll were you playing with? What mother abandoned you?

I had no idea what I was talking about. I didn't even know where that came from.

‘Are you teasing me? ’

I looked around again several times.

There was nothing beside, behind, in front, on top.

Kick!

I tried to strike the hard, uneven stone floor with my sword. Stupid move.

I just hate myself.

I threw the knife away.

A strange maze, made of massive piles of bones, seems to laugh at me.

I whispered in thin air.

“Who are you?”

Who is it? Who is it? Who are you?

Echoing echoes that do not ring when throwing swords, and small mutterings severely revert from all over.

Starving Storage Keeper, Tongue Plucked Poet, Murdered Poet on Deck.

Voices are always theatrical.

‘Are you kidding me? ’

I couldn't even fathom where my voice was coming from.

It sounded like it was coming from a distance.

It even sounds like a huge pile of bones howling.

He's also a commander who was raped, killed, and burned to ashes.

Dallac!

I got up from my seat.

Do you know Rubia? ’

And apparent ridicule. I heard a long halberd on the floor. An invisible opponent. I don't know where to swing my sword.

Do you want to tear me apart? Do you want to rotate your limbs and separate them?

The voice echoes between the legs.

Empty center of the pelvis.

In fact, the orb rings and the voice spills out, one by one.

I'm gonna break and assemble your bones. We need to get our heads together and start with the joints. Do you want me to put on the wings of an eagle?

You want me to hang Trolls' arms for you?

"What?"

At that moment.

I found out who she was.

There can't be two people who can say that. However, I immediately asked myself a question.

‘But how? He's here, isn't he? ’

I know what she's saying.

Disassemble and reassemble bones.

Squeeze and sharpen the bones of the heterogeneous liver.

Everyone acts like murder and carnivore and has their own unique colors.

Skeleton remodeling is quite unique.

I will sit and lie in my bed with endless curiosity about Necromancy. This behavior represents different interior and qualities. It shows the coordinates of identity that do not overlap with the other party's deceased.

There's this absolute control.

Necromancer of Domination and Consolidation.

It's strange what she is, what I've realized at this point.

‘You're in the wrong place. ’

If the journey had been as planned with Rubia in the beginning, I would have kept heading for Ember.

The first thing to go to Ember was to meet this woman.

I was going to beg for favors. I asked for a graft, and I was going to ask about the continuous repetition. You said it was the best necromancer.

I thought I could borrow that wisdom.

‘But here. You are? "

It was very difficult to guess.

‘Hmm.

I don't know how she wants to cook me.

If you listen to the story, it will be used as an ingredient for the Bone Trial.

‘Leave these many bones behind. ’

Why me, I wondered.

The more the merrier?

‘For now.'

I have to actively confront them. I screamed loudly into the air.

“Why did you bring me here? ”

Hohoho.

Laughter full of Morale and Qi.

I feel like I'm coming from everywhere.

The laughter becomes a footstep, plunging into the air.

The sound was as distant as a hallucination, and as massive as a bell ringing next to an ear bar.

I brought him here to talk about impurity.

“Talk. Really? ”

So, what have you done to me so far?

< Yes, I'm tired of waiting here for someone. There's a construction site over here. I finished selling it a long time ago. I invited him because he looks fun. I'm done with my physical, and I want to hear about our healthy baby.

What else is construction talking about?

“Do I have to start with me? ”

A kidnapped situation. An ant in front of a giant finger, no matter what.

However, the sense of knowing who the opposing Pokémon is gives me a funny confidence.

Luckily, fingers don't completely crush ants. I feel joy and kindness in my voice.

< Starting with me? All right, ask him.

“Didn't you tell me about the burned commander? How long have you been watching me and Rubia? ”

< Is her name Rubia? I read the most powerful emotion a skeleton has.

“You mean you read memories? ”

< It's a memory you interpreted. I don't know what it's like. A bunch of memories and emotions, they're as messy as they come. I can't read the details, it's just an image.

“Then you found me.

< two days ago! I found an armored skeleton who hides in the bushes and watches Humans! You can't just walk away from something that fun.

‘You've been here for two days. ’

I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I was trampled on by skeletons. I had no idea how much time had passed.

< Let me ask you this time. You're healthy. She's not even born in my belly, and I want to hold her. How long have you been up?

What should I say? I hesitated for a moment, then responded as if I had remembered when it was going to be.

“??? 3 months. ”

< 3 months! Did you look that young? I'm amazed. Can you stand up and tell me all about it?

"You look young"? Do you even know that? You're not surprised. ’

He said it was really amazing.

But in fact, he seems to want to hear more stories than that.

It was bitter.

My abilities are a product of 20 years of training. There, eight deaths and a lot of level-up results.

Saying you've been doing it for three months.

I'm just freaking out. ’

I was devastated.

I felt like I had left something behind. Humiliation is high and self-discipline is easy to drink. When I mixed the two things together, I quickly spoke more.

The story of killing crossbows and hammers by shearing a stake, and the story of Rubia's death to the guards.

He told a story of leaving a human in a cave and heading to a nearby 'dry underground cemetery.'

“This life is like that. ”

< here. life?

The air shook. I felt a doubt.

Boom!

I yelled, throwing Hall Bird to the ground.

“Yes. This is my life. This is my ninth life. I've repaired and died eight times.

I was simply convinced of your three-month life. I couldn't protect anyone, and I couldn't save them! ”

Did I feel this bad?

You feel humiliated again as you talk about Rubia's death.

My 20 years were too simple to convince with 3 months. I felt the death of Sidicin.

I got drunk on my modesty and threw Namal away.

No matter what you do here, there is no guarantee that you will survive. But I felt like throwing it away.

‘Obviously it's not the necromancer. ’

It was that moment.

“Surprise!”

The air trembles, the voice trembling from the void.

“Over here! Right behind you! ”

I heard it right behind the roundabout. I slowly turn back.

The moment I saw a woman.

Dallac!

I was surprised to be.