Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

< Be with @ # $% & § >

There's a handwritten note at the end of the book.

The letters that were unrecognizable were slowly ‘readable’ from the front.

< Do With $% Broken & § >

Fragments & § Do

Contact with broken pieces

But I didn't know what the letters meant.

Fragments? Contact? "

I have no idea what you're talking about. I have no idea what you're talking about.

He continued to turn the page forward without covering the book.

It's a sentence with a ‘fairy tale rate' that I've been worrying about. I thought it would be important to me.

It may be a sentence related to the ability to go back in time.

I searched the other pages for records of the ‘broken pieces’.

There are no clues. When I read it again, all I could think about was the Trolls. There was no story of carrying pieces at all. I closed the book.

Tiring!

[Wisdom has risen 1!]

It was like reading another book by Cabin Ashton.

I've been raising the status window for a long time.

[Skeleton Soldier Lv.16 (135)]

[HP: 61]

[Force: 61]

[Agility: 62]

[Wisdom: 33 (new!)]

At any point, death.

Once you experience, the level resets to 1.

After I ran away from Lena.

He is with Gizgerai and has moved back up to level 15.

You absorbed the knights' remains at the scene of the Emperor's assassination, raising your stats further.

I closed the window again.

I covered the book I was looking at on the last page and put it back on the table.

I wondered what the sculpture was about, but there was something I had to do first.

I searched the entire cabin.

There may be another book by Cabin Ashton.

‘None.’

Only the chun portrait depicts the chaotic human copulation vividly, and there was no book written down. I didn't even seem to use the hunting journal.

I found a few maps instead. It was a detailed map of the mountain.

The map is detailed to the depth of the surrounding valley and the flow of water.

There was a whole map in one chapter, but I liked that it was detailed in several chapters.

A map with a red line that winds all the way to the Troll's Troll Passage.

Other than that, like a hunter's cabin, it was full of portable traps.

I took all of Kevin Ashton's books and maps and put them on the table.

I took what I thought could be used in the trap and cleared it up on one side.

What do you want to do?

It's a concern.

On the map, there are several hiding caves. Should we get the hell out of here and get to it?

However, it was a shame to abandon the benefits of the lodge. This is near the summit of the mountain.

It is built everywhere.

It is observable from either direction to the mountain.

Rather than being stuck in a cave without knowing who's coming, it's better to be in a place with a clear line of sight.

I made up my mind.

‘Stay in the cabin. ’

You gather the snares and carry them out.

Reminds me of Lena setting a trap. I never put it there myself.

But I've seen him around dozens of times.

You recall that memory and set traps one by one on your way up to the cabin.

It took me more than three hours to set 20 traps.

Fluffy.

I sat on a veranda chair on the second floor.

This is where the road that rises like a watchtower looks up. I find out who comes first. I felt a little relieved.

A refreshing autumn breeze rises. I opened the book I had covered up earlier. It was to get a closer look.

Again, however, there was nothing about 'broken pieces' or 'contact'.

You look up at the way up to the cabin with your middle head raised.

This is where the traps are set. In fact, if you get caught in such a primitive trap, you can win by slapping the knife.

But the psychological stability of having traps on high and watching was quite important.

Moon, Moon, Moon!

The cub's skeleton rises above the knee of a boring trapeze.

[The Little Wolf Skeleton wants to go scouting.]

[Allow?]

[Yes/No]

[If you continue to ignore the doctor]

You may not like it.

It is possible to change into a 'noticeable and dying personality’.

[If you continue to accept doctors]

Likely to increase

It's possible to change into a "flattering personality."

[Current preference: 14]

I'm following you.

‘If so.,

“If you want to get out. ”

Reconnaissance granted. A wolf tied up and killed. I didn't want to be a skeleton.

I set a trap on my way to the cabin, but it's all human-worthy.

Besides, he followed me through all the traps. I have a location.

Moon, Moon, Moon!

The little wolf skeleton rushes down the stairs.

‘Oh, should I open the door? ’

I have to open the door on the first floor.

Thick and heavy.

It's gonna take a lot of force to push through that little body. It was time to put Kevin Ashton's book on the table.

The moon!

Woodpeck! Woodpeck!

You hear a cracking sound as the small bones move. The sound of crumbling bones was very short.

Tiring!

[Connection to the 'Little Wolf Skeleton’ was forced to be severed.]

"What?"

Immediately, I heard a familiar sound.

Jubbuck.

It was the sound of footsteps approaching me constantly from the cave. The sound hits the first step.

Jubbuck.

The sound of his footsteps slowly climbs up the wooden staircase.

The sound of this footstep that I heard from inside the cave was clearly strange.

It doesn't sound like someone stepping on their feet.

It seemed like a cold finger grin.

Jubbuck.

I had to get up. I had to ask who it was and yell or draw my sword.

But I couldn't stop myself from muttering to the sound of footsteps heard from the ground. Fear rises coldly from your spine. I had a wet question in my head.

How?

I didn't see anything.

I looked at the book and kept checking the alleyways.

I'm not lazy.

Rather, I looked too often at the way to the cabin.

I had to be noticed if anyone came. I was watching closely.

You don't even hear the door to the cabin. The cabin door on the first floor, which has to sound heavy and profitable, makes no sound.

Jubbuck.

The footsteps ring again. It was the sound of the last step. I turn around, knife.

_s,

I had to take it out.

Tuck.

The blade is not drawn. It's blocked.

I drew my sword again.

Tuck.

This time, the knife was blocked without pulling a finger.

One finger.

One finger on the blue gauntlet.

Every time the blade is about to be drawn, you tap the tip of the blade and throw it back into the blade.

The distribution of power was ridiculously accurate. My finger bounces off just enough to get the knife into the stabbing place.

The blade was not nearly as strong as it was underneath, and it was not nearly enough to stop the knife because it was not enough.

I felt completely haunted.

I pulled out my sword with a little bit of my will.

I felt like putting it back in.

I sat with my sword at my left waist cold.

The user turns its head away from the opposing Pokémon. Finger.

Reached out from behind me on my left.

The main body will be there.

‘Benda.’

If you think too much, the sword will slow down. Let's not think about anything. Let's just concentrate and cut it down.

To attack from this position.

I've practiced it tens of thousands of times.

You strike your left foot with the axis. I got up and swung my sword around like a prying pin.

Feet 25300

This move has been practiced tens of thousands of times in the cave. I wielded a silver white sword with more desperation than ever before.

Carl thankfully followed my heart.

Faster, more accurate,

The blade swings strongly. It was a perfect footstep made up of ecstasy.

Screaming!

The user slams through the target's position, just like the black one. You hear a sharp uproar. Your fingertips are heavy.

‘I got caught.'

The user succeeds. The target standing behind it splits in half and collapses.

Cheolpick!

Two chunks of meat collapsed from side to side in front of me.

There was no Fibonacci.

My guts didn't spill on the floor.

In the cracked meat, only the aqueous humidity wet cotton was spit out helplessly.

I looked down at the floor.

The Female Troll stubble, which had been sewn with a twisted wire, was neatly split in half and showing the inside.

The one with the knife was a female troll on the first floor. It was her stuffed animal that had already died nine months ago.

"Footprints" are the ones that brought a stuffed Troll to the second floor. The intention was clear.

Heavy ridicule settles on the bone.

Suddenly, the world felt very small.

I couldn't handle the ground I was standing on.

“Anything else? ”

His voice falls like a cold drop of water. The drops of water settle in my head and do not scatter.

The sound of words came from behind my back.

The knife slowly drops over your head as you turn around.

The black swinging attack is slow enough to show trajectory. It was slow as if it was dragging me in drooping.

It was slow enough to remember.

The same environment.

The same opponent.

Die the same way.

A broken wolf skeleton falls on the floor. It was the moment when I was about to split into half the armor.

Woohoo!

"Kill."

I feel a strong vibration in my lower back.

In a tight space, a slight crack arises from the vibration of the dark dagger.

I woke up in a black crack. You grip your teeth. You pull out a dagger from your waist and strike back at the falling white scabbard.

“Hoho?”

The blue armor knight's eyes grew for the first time. It wasn't a reaction to me. It was a reaction to the dagger.

Phage job.!

A transparent membrane surrounding the bayonet begins to appear.

There was a white crack in the air. A membrane that didn't even exist was revealed by the power of the Black Dagger.

The dagger cries. A letter hovering on a black day like black coals rises as if it were alive. It was a situation I had never walked away from.

The letter twitched and tried to dig into the transparent lid. I tried to straighten myself out.

Like a scratch, there is a white crack in the air.

Square!

The other words that were living in the blade moved. Sticky between the white cracks made.

I began to gnaw on the transparent membrane, glued to my body.