Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

Leandro nods without answering and leaves the store.

It is not just consideration for the reform statue that was traded conscientiously.

I don't know if it was a horse I was throwing, hoping I'd be back dead, but I was on my way there anyway.

Twice.

I didn't mean to charge you that badly.

It is similar.

People who had completely different attitudes when placing and paying the bounty experienced enough, and already knew how to deal with them.

Instead, Leandro's interest lies with the hunter Hippogrif.

I don't think I'll lose.

For four years alone, while hunting magic, Leandro has mastered two realms:

First, the realm of the swinging knife.

In an area about three meters in radius, he can cut an opponent's throat at a moment's notice.

There are. Whether it's the sneaking bounty hunter, the bat monster in the cave, or the mother's visions.

The second region was much wider.

Depending on the weather and topography, it increased to a hundred meters or twenty steps.

Everything that moves in there, whether it's alive or dead, has been captured.

Find him in Secondary Territory, and once you drag him into Secondary Territory, that's it.

The weather was good and I was in a good mood.

However, even though he wandered around the short-tailed plain for a long time, Hippogrif's roots did not appear.

The same thing happened when I searched the woodpecker forest inside the plain, which is likely to be his nest. The rumors about the magic wandering around were not even popular because of money.

Instead, I noticed signs everywhere.

The recently erected sign was written in large, red text that reads, "Cannibal Hippogriff Appearance and No Wandering."

What I did was written in small letters. It was similar to what Leandro knew.

So far it has been that the child, adult, woman, and man have been bitten and carved.

I wandered around the area where the sign had been erected.

Soon, I found solid blood on the floor, and as I looked up, the corpse was hanging from a branch.

Looking at the torn lower half of his lower back, Leandro is concerned about whether to call it a sphere or a half.

The lower back was dirty as if it had been forcibly cut with teeth.

You break a few thick branches as if you were falling from a high place and hang around the middle.

Leandro draws his sword slowly from his waist.

As you walk forward, your lower back snaps and the body falls to the ground.

Leandro glances at the corpse with no lower back.

Severed from the trunk of the tree branch, judging by the clothing on the mouth or the severed area.

It was him.

In his hand was an ancient hunter's calluses with a sword and bow.

After that, Leandro glances at the upper half of his body.

The terrified face is wide open, its eyes wide open, and stiff as it dies, screaming for the last time.

Walking farther and farther, similar corpses, but old, weathered corpses lay everywhere.

The expression that they were hanging on the branches was truly accurate.

His intestines remained intact, and his flesh was barely torn off.

As many as four or five pieces were separated, one person seemed to fit properly.

I did not eat.

It was about having fun on a pure hunt.

In this case, I had to consider myself accustomed to fighting humans.

Leandro's mind is now focused on the second realm.

Even the small beasts and the birds' horns were in a big circle around him.

I felt it.

Hippogrif was also worshiped as a creature, depending on the region. Humans easily fear what they do not understand, and what is stronger than themselves.

Instead, I try to support, advocate for, and even obey the things that harm me.

Focus solely on the exceptional peace of breaking and giving rules.

Hippogriff flies in the sky with someone else, and even if the magic objects show very little kindness, they seem to be in a fuss.

But here's the thing.

Hippogriff hunts, tears, and scatters humans he doesn't want to eat.

Magic is magic after all.

Even the vine that killed my mother was like Garveh. It is a cannibal vine that has eaten many mountain tribes, but it is worshipped as a god to them.

He was enslaved by the violence that was inflicted on him.

He thinks it's more like a psychological break to keep the hostage from getting killed.

It's a kind of distortion.

Hatred and anger.

Three metres to the blade.

Just get in here and you can cut through anything.

The purpose of Garvera is to be worshipped as the God of the Eastern Mountains and Forest.

The bounty on Hippogriff was a simple exercise.

Leandro continues to walk.

His "second realm" may have a much higher view of the Hippogriff in the sky.

I showed my true colors and walked boldly. But it's all about the weathering

Walking among the corpses, Hippogriff does not appear. Instead, I suddenly heard an angry cry.

Heeheeheeheeheehee!

One head was more than a normal horse, and the grass on the plains shook when a larger wild horse ran roughly.

It was like the wind was rushing in.

Were horses that fast?

While he was staring blankly at the temptation, the black horse tore the winds of my gallop with his forefoot.

I got whacked.

Including the terrifying acceleration, height, and weight, the blow seems to crush your head in an instant if you get hit incorrectly.

Leeandro flinches back one step, wielding his sword. A common wild horse, no matter how much you look at it.

It's not something that eats humans.

At the last moment, I pulled my strength out of my hand, but there was a long cut from the horse's side to his thigh.

Heeheeheeheeheehee!

“Calm down.”

Of course, there was nothing to eat.

Excited words continued to swing my front foot without taking care of my wound.

The weight on one kick was never great. You feel a rush of pressure rushing towards the collar.

In trouble, Leandro climbs up a thick tree nearby, avoiding a series of rough hind paws.

Hee-hee! Hee-hee!

I just saw a guy with a nosebleed in his cut, but it was definitely a normal horse.

He was big, and his whole big body was just made of muscles.

The Black Horse whirls around like a threat around a tree, then retreats a moment later.

I looked back at where he had gone.

I was just born with my calf's legs stretched out and covered.

It felt like the riddle was solved.

I thought it might be a strong horse, but I have a calf to protect.

It seemed sharper.

The little fox prowls forward with its hind paw.

Soon, however, I sat backwards, rolling around, showing my belly.

I turned around and tried to see it with four legs somehow, but I failed and sat down.

Bloody mother slowly approached from her side and hung her tongue from the butt of the squatting calf to her back and head.

The calf blinks its eyes with a small nose.

I squatted down again, shaking the uneven mane vigorously, reaching my back foot, and eventually plummeting into four feet.

Leandro finds it difficult to take his eyes off of them.

One side of my chest felt a little sore, thinking that I cut it for no reason when I kept seeing the blood that was attracted from my side.

But I struggled to shake my head.

The love between mothers is nothing but a mirage.

Anyway...

Maybe it's a good thing.

Hippogriff's sense of smell is sharp enough to smell blood five kilometers away.

That's enough bait...

Whee!

As the wind grows stronger, the fowl continues to stand upright while slightly moving its legs to the side.

Even my anxious lower body suddenly found rest and my tail didn't shake.

The fox chews like fodder as it howls at itself. At that moment, a stronger wind blew.

Queek!

You hear the sound of the air tearing with a sharp cry.

You lift your claws, dropping your wings towards the bottom.

I didn't feel the wits just now, but I thought I smelled her horse's blood and flew away.

It was not my intention, but I used the black horse who gave birth to the calf as bait.

I don't want to get too close, but it's too far away.

“Huh?”

The black horse, who was supposed to be caught and killed immediately, leaped to the side and slammed Hippogriff's head with both forelegs, avoiding sharp flanks.

Hippogriff flinches and climbs up to Fudducoup as if he had never imagined that a horse would attack him.

Hippogriff up in the sky turns to look for an opportunity. The black horse grunts toward the sky, circling the calf in the middle.

Kyahhhh!

Hippogriff folds and lowers his wings even faster this time.

The fowl stands tall and stares at the hippogriff, even at the wind pressure caused by wings over three meters long.

Heeheeheeheeheehee!

The black horse bites the calf's neck, speeding to the side, and kicks vigorously as it comes down with its hind paws.

Hippogriff is shocked by the back of his foot.

I hurriedly flew up to the top as I lay on the ground.

Several more workshops have resulted in the death of the calf between them.

But the more I collided, the clearer I became.

Hippogriff was a predator strong enough to tear an ogre apart even if he sat on the ground and fought.

Wings covered in scales of steel were not fatal when the horse's kick was traditionally beaten.

In contrast to that, the body of the mother horse was filled with sharp cuts that could not be completely avoided.

In any case, it was a scar that was hard for anyone to stand on, but it seemed to hold out in the spirit of protecting the calf somehow.

I didn't know if I could wait here any longer.

Horses have done an excellent job as bait.

Leandro kills him and plunges into the trees.

The mother horse's blood on the sword is not dry yet.

Queek!

At this point, Hippogriff stepped forward and forcefully lowered his claws, wanting to end his arrogant life. I aimed straight at my mother's horse, not at the calf, but followed it all the way to the front foot and pressed my whole body against my claws.

A mother's horse that was already dying, but struggling like a bitch, fell to the ground in a weight gap.

You look like your whole body is full of muscles, but your mother's horse legs look thinner as she is crushed against the hippogriff.

Hippogriff looks at his mother's horse as if he were laughing at the calf, just standing there, and picks up one foot and cuts her throat.

Pa!

Blood poured down onto the horse's body.

Hippogriff instinctively knew something was wrong and tried to fly in a hurry, but he had never had one leg cut off before, so he had no balance.

I lost it and stumbled.

Hippogriff could not understand how his leg was cut into three pieces after only one vision passed by a knife.

Before I even thought about it, I felt my body being dragged into a circular trajectory, and I saw the corpse of a large bird with its throat cut off.

As he ponders what to call the technology, Leandro looks down at the corpse.

One of the wings was clipped off and the inside of the body was covered in these seemingly heavy hoof marks.

It was engraved with several bruises.

Besides using it as bait, it was not that the actions of the mother's words were meaningless.

Leandro takes a few steps back, gazing at the fallen horse.

“Thank you.”

“Heehee. Heehee...

When I tried to say thanks to you, I felt a dying breath.

I took the first aid kit out of my bag and applied it to the wound. The blood was thick and sticky, but there was already too much blood.

“Queek! Queek! ”

The fox cries and crawls to her knees

It's coming.

The black horse glances at Leandro as if asking for it. Then, he turns his head toward the cub with his last strength. Then, he breathed a few hard times and stopped moving.

Leandro glances at the corpse of the neck less hippogriff and the wounded corpse of a large horse.

And I watched the calf stick its tongue into the corpse of the Black Horse.

The last time the dead horse cast his gaze, it was not easy to ignore.

If it wasn't for those two words, Hippogriff...

I had a high chance of not showing up in the first place, and I even thought that I might not be able to catch it until the end.

If a fellow hunter chooses to kill a witch or a wanted killer together dies, what's the reward?

Leandro never had a partner before, and he couldn't figure it out.

A sense of compensating his family faintly passed over his head.

After completing a simple calculation in his mind, Leandro said to the fox with an embarrassing look on his face.

“Split the bounty. It'll cost you at least 30 years. In the meantime, I have to take you with me. ”