Survival Story Of A Sword King In A Fantasy World

Artis is ridiculous when it comes to tracking skills.

“No, I've been a guide for over 20 years, and you didn't even know it had this feature? ”

“There was no trace of anything on the rocks. ”

Tracking is about setting clear goals and pursuing them wherever they are.

Finding a dog is a search, not a trace.

“Even after I fell into this world, I couldn't go after someone. ”

“Try it anyway. ”

Ryuhanbin focused his mind.

The message of the guidelines has changed.

Please specify the debris or body parts of the target to be tracked.

“Some remains or body parts of the target to be tracked……. I think I need hair or blood. ”

“That's the same thing as the astrologers' tracking. ”

Artis nods, saying he's convincing.

Hanbin was embarrassed.

“But where do we get their blood? ”

“Let's go back to town first. He must have bled out somewhere. ”

The villagers who survived looking at the group of Levihanbin who returned were desperate.

“Did you give up, too? ”

“How many days can those good hunters spend doing their service for free? You must have checked the blanks and smashed them right away! ”

“But you're giving up already! I thought I'd at least pretend to search the mountains for a day. ”

It was the sound of them staring at each other, but I heard it all in Hanbin's ear.

With his complexion stiffened, he tugs at Artis' side.

‘Do something about it. ’

Ryuhanbin is currently disguised as a Baltara warrior, so it is Artis' responsibility to deal with people.

‘Got it.'

Artis stood in front of the villagers and said,

“I didn't give up the search.

We just need a magical catalyst to track them down. Is there a weapon with the blood of bandits? ”

There was hope again in the faces of the villagers.

“Oh, if that's it! ”

An old woman quickly came with a broken spear.

One of the vigilante youths threw his life and stabbed one of the thieves in the arm with blood on the day of the window.

The woman cried out with her spear out.

“If this is the case, can you find them? Can you save our daughter? ”

“I can't give you a definitive answer. ”

Artis received a chandelier as he struggled coldly.

A woman stole a tear.

“Darkness, Smith, your courage will save your sister...

However, it is a handful of comfort that his son was not killed.

As I watched, my breasts were eaten, and Leucine and Artis left town again as if they were fleeing.

Hanbin sighed, returning to the path he had come once more.

“Oh, that's so frustrating. ”

“Calm down. It's a rush to chase them now. ”

Artis handed over the bloody spear to Hanbin.

“Track it down. ”

After stripping the blood of the dried window blades, Ryuhanbin triggered the guidelines.

Begin target tracking.

Tracking Target: Human

Then a wand of light appeared.

The staff stands upright in the air and suddenly falls to one side.

Then, it disappeared again.

“…… what should I do? Is this it?”

The target is in the direction where the Staff fell. J

“Are you kidding me, this? ”

It's absurd. Hanbin's got a headache.

Artis asked.

“What happened? ”

In his eyes, there is no message of the staff of light or of guidelines.

Ryuhanbin briefly explained the situation.

“Why did something like a shiny wand just fall on one side? ”

Surprisingly, Artis understood.

“Certainly. That tracking feature must have been from Latna's tracking. like navigation and leveling. ”

As I heard, the chancellor's tracing drink was always followed.

When the tracking is triggered and the Wand of Light is placed on the ground, it collapses towards the target and gives an approximate direction.

Even the direction is not accurate, so it is said to be roughly northeast and southwest.

Drawing the tip of the staff in a straight line does not mean there is a target.

Hanbin cried out in a loud voice.

“It's totally outmoded! You call that another trace? ”

What, this is almost superstitious for throwing shoes or spitting directions?

Even Artis from Latna seemed to agree that the chancellor's pursuit seemed insignificant.

“It looks crude, but that doesn't make any difference. ”

Where do I know the approximate direction?

That alone is very useful.

“You mean we can find them if we go this way, right? ”

Ryuhanbin grabbed his fist.

“Let's go!”

It's been a while, but the thieves' hideout has not been found.

Hanbin made an impression.

“What happened? Is there something wrong with the tracking? ”

It was not too hot for the staff to fall and die.

Artis shakes his head.

“It's not going to be wrong. Tracking only gives you an approximate direction. ”

That's why when an astrologer chases someone, he travels from time to time to re-use the tracking procedure.

It is to continue to anticipate direction and increase accuracy.

“But Hanbin, you only use it once in six hours, so it's inconvenient. ”

“Chet, if you just let me use it without constraints, where can I add it? ”

“More than that, I think I'm right about putting a variety of features within the limits. ”

The performance of the guidelines is remarkable in that leucine, not an English translator, can use traceability.

Neither is the wizard, but the same is true of writing measurement magic in a much higher way.

“It's so powerful, there's no limit to it. ”

If there were no limits to the guidelines, there would have been no need to raise an alien from level 1.

It's just magic from the start and all the healing skills.

“I think so... but...

Luhan bin looked around, biting his lower lip.

Mountains, forests, mountains, forests.

It's the same everywhere I look.

How much longer do you have to wander around?

“At least you know where to wander. It's a good thing.”

Artis spoke, comforting Hanbin.

“I've already moved enough. Wait for your next Tracking Skill Activation Opportunity and let's take a break until we get back on track. ”

Ryuhanbin sank his excitement.

Artis was right.

At this point, it is not something to be hasty about.

“Got it.”

Sitting in place, he hesitated to turn on the guidelines.

Tracking relaunch time: 2 hours 34 minutes 24 seconds

and the waiting time is reduced in real time.

23 seconds, 22 seconds, 21 seconds…….

“For now, don't wait. ”

Since then, Leu Hanbin and Artis have continued to wander through Mount Gessen.

The guideline's tracking functionality was also used twice.

It's like it's been over 12 hours.

At some point the night was going and the sun was rising again.

Looking at the bright eastern sky, Hanbin was annoyed.

“Is this really how we find them? ”

I didn't have enough sleep with my eyes closed during the day, but I also wasted a lot of time.

It felt like a meeting was just about the tracking skills of the guidelines.

I heard chattering.

It was a human breath. It wasn't even one or two people.

I smelled it at the same time. It was a fragrance of liquor and food.

“Found it!”

Ryuhanbin opened his eyes.

Artis has a bruised face.

“What do you hear and what do you smell? ”

“Trust me, I'm sure. ”

Hanbin ran towards him with pride.

When I moved about 100 metres further into the mountains, I saw another discreetly disguised landscape.

At the same time, the message of the guidelines has also changed.

Goal Found End tracking.

Definitely.

It was the hideout of the Jacqueline, a group of bandits who had been wandering for so long.

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A member of the Jacqueline, Kenneth stood at the entrance of the hideout grumbling.

“No, what the hell need to stand guard...

I know that the senior level hunters are going to take care of themselves.

In preparation for this, the chief's opinion of hiding himself in this hideout was also entirely sympathetic.

“But what are you going to do to guard against intruders here? It's the end of Mansa anyway. ”

If you don't get a location, you don't have to stand guard, and if you do, you're standing guard against a high-level hunter.

“But why do you have to stand guard from this puppet dawn? ”

I couldn't help but be tired of drinking all night and taking the women to paddy fields.

I wanted to go inside and get some sleep.

“But it was done by the good boss, so there's no point in refusing. ”

It was time for Kennis to speak to himself, turning on the base dog.

“Ow, I'm annoyed...

Kwaaang!

“…… better? ”

All of a sudden, the woodwork that remained intact with the noise was crushed!

It's so unpleasant that even a scream will flow strangely!

“What, what is it? ”

Scared, Kenneth grabs the spear and turns his head.

A large human silhouette was crossing over the collapsed woodboard.

No, is that a human?

‘Human? No, Ogre? No, a giant? ’

It's huge!

It's not just tall, it's huge!

Everything is too big!

The man of the giant bearing the great sword on his back looks at Kenneth.

Shaped eyes glow through the black hair.

At that moment, Kenneth froze.

It was horribly harsh.

All it takes is fur leather pants and boots, and the viciously trained flesh reveals itself in the dark.

I don't know how thick my forearm is, but just touching that fist will separate my bones and my flesh.

Tired of fear, he groaned.

“Hey, hey...

Here, Kenneth stabbed the spear right away, just a kind of conditional reflex that emerged from the day of the long murder.

“What is it, you! ”

Changhael quickly aimed for Gugu's in-house, Ryuhanbin.

Hanbin stares at the opponent's aggression.

‘It's really slow. ’

For him, who has been hunting dogs on the rocks for more than 20 years and has been fighting all sorts of monsters from all over the world, this petty bandit attack is nothing but a static screen.

Ryuhanbin shook his finger.

A black Great Sword on his back appeared before Kenneth's eyes.

Hanbin drew down the great sword slightly, very slightly.

For reference, his‘ slight ’refers to the level of separation of the D'Volk from the armed adult vessels, juggling the passing oaks into the voids in the two cavities, and sprinkling blood rain on a few metres radius.

Quajijic!

Kenneth's spear smashes and his armor breaks and his chest splits and spills blood.

Paaaaah!

Sichuan hematoma spilled over the floor.

In terrible pain, Kenneth bursts his last terminal.

“Argh!”

A cry burst out from all over the hideout.

“W-what's going on? ”

“Raid!”

Within minutes, armed bandits rush out of the crude shanty.

Everyone was sober and unbroken.

Excited people scream.

“What son of a bitch? ”

“What kind of a man dares to kill our Jacqueline?

"I...”

And I saw it all together.

With the body of a colleague who had his pectoral paw opened without any reason, and a kidney 190 centimetres of fallen habit standing in front of him indifferently.

I woke up drunk.

“Argh!”

“Baltara warrior! ”