The Sorcerer King of Destruction and the Golem of the Barbarian Queen

"Why is there a golem user here... Is this the man in the example?"

A knightly man with a large rectangular shield looked at my face and whined.

The other men in line are making a scene about me and Gore.

"Come on, you've already been captured in this position? You're way ahead of schedule. If you do, you'll have a golem with a wide range of enemies."

"What do we do? The timing becomes more subtle when you eat a stall here."

Timing? What the hell are you talking about...?

Again, if you observe, this population still has a total of eight.

Except for one magician-like little robe figure, everyone else is wearing leather and metal armor. Impressions include warriors and knights.

Among them, the silver metal armor of the man with the shield stands out with a hint of heaviness. Is he the leader of the group?

From what they've seen, they don't feel like regular military personnel.

When I was traveling to the clan capital of Sarav the other day, I saw several military people in this world called "clan soldiers”. Their equipment, which was such as exterior wall defense and sorcerer's association defense, all seemed to be standard supplies.

However, the equipment of the suspects in front of them is not uniform and varied.

Nevertheless, the quality of their equipment itself looks pretty good.

Once done, colorful and polished armor, a bunch of weapons and ornaments don't look very much like a bunch of cannibal bandits or anything.

What the hell should I describe this population as….

Yes, this is too fashionable a bunch of bandits. Fashionable bandits.

Are bandits in this world wealthy?

"Or did you use this golem and stick it in every golem this close?"

"Amateur, huh?

"You're just an idiot."

I feel like I've been subjected to some terrible curse right now.

Either way, Acetu was right, an armed eight-person group was in the woods.

The fact that one of them has a shield is also perfectly consistent with the testimony.

It's a terrible precision, a one-horned topsoil opponent.

It is clear that they are not friendly when they see the colour standing and the sword being immediately removed. Moreover, to observe from the conversation, he had some idea of both the inside and the golem.

However, Acetu said from these eight people that he felt a strange catch on the topsoil foe... For now, from what I've seen, there doesn't seem to be anything particularly strange about the appearance.

Probably, they're all normal people.

If there's obviously something strange about it, is it about that moral low that suddenly pulls the sword out on the first person you meet?

Hmm, I'm still not sure I'm an amateur.

Could they possibly be strong enough for Acetu to be uncomfortable with his enemies...

Nevertheless, for me, the strength of the fight doesn't make much sense.

Because we're aiming for verbal discussion.

Gore has been standing diagonally to protect me since earlier.

I gently held her back with my hands and moved forward myself.

"On behalf of the inside, I am the one who came to discuss it. Well, he's only a temporary messenger, not an official representative... I'd like to speak with your representative."

"Oh? A messenger...?

One man in the group was amazing. He shaves up part of his hair and knits three long back hair. It's a hairstyle close to the original world.

This wild voice sounds familiar. Shortly after we stepped into the romantic lover space here in the woods, the first person to do what was probably this guy.

The haircut man walked over with his long sword pulled away with a nodding attitude.

What a man with a golem against me.

Apparently he is a warrior of barbarity.

Most importantly, this has been an unexpected encounter for them and for me. Originally the distance from the other avant-garde was only about 5 or 6 meters.

They're right, this is too close as a battle distance for a golem user.

As you know, a magic attack in this world is a powerful but short range, dealing with a virtually medium range attack. The ideal style of a golem user's battle against a sorcerer is to unilaterally ravage an enemy by plunging an ineffective golem from a distance outside the range of the enemy's sorcery attack.

The proper combat distance for golem users, which reflects that, is still slightly longer than normal magicians.

But now, the distance between me and them is very close.

If the user steps in with the momentum of abandonment, the sword tip will reach my throat lightly.

That's what I mean, there's a little room for their attitude.

In this interval, there is not as much advantage to golem use as is usually the case. If you are going to fight, it will be the worst form of encounter for this one.

But I can't help it any more than this has happened.

Let's think more positively.

I'm the negotiator today. We're supposed to have a discussion. This state of affairs means that it is easy to show your opponent instead that you are unwilling to fight.

Yeah, well, depending on what you think, you're lucky.

While thanking God of Peace for his good fortune, I started discussing it.

"As you can see, we are not willing to solve problems caused by violence. Listen to me."

"Ahem......?

"As you can see, you are already fully captured by the enemy. Let's not shed useless blood. We are here to discuss compromises with each other…"

A haircut man screamed with half a laugh before I finished my foreword.

"Hey, you heard me. This guy said we were talking! You're not missing something stupid, you country golem bastard!

With a slight look on his face, the man blurred his mouth distorted by ridicule.

Has been annoying. This move of this guy is a preliminary motion before he spits.

The haircut man is going to spit in my face.

Stop it, calm down. Wait.

It doesn't matter if my face gets dirty with spit.

If you don't have to contend with that, I can put up with that.

But I can't.

That's not the problem.

Your inadvertent behavior, our ultra-protective partner's butch-cut, judgmental, maybe, probably, totally out-

This moment.

With the face of the hairy man, Gore's ultra-fast flat punch was released.

The flat hand of the anger goddess sanction, deep and engulfed the man's left cheek (...).

Crushed teeth are scattered all around from the lower half of the grubby crushed face.

The bloodsplashing haircut man flew backwards as if it were a drill with a conical rotation.

Ow! Ow! My negotiation. Ow!

He made a fierce noise and was slapped to the ground so that the haircut man could crush him.

He doesn't move. I have an unpleasant way of cramping.

This is not a good idea...

Tongue pounding leaked from the mouth of the sorcerer who was in the rear to this tragic sight.

The look on the face of the tall man can't be seen hiding in the black hood covering his head. But he went on to utter a blur and words.

"... kill it"

The other six, who had already pulled out their swords, attacked us all together.

"The opponent has an unarmed light golem all in one! No problem, I'll keep it down!

A refreshing knightly man in silver armor shouted softly as he jumped forward with a large shield.

He's like the main character in the knight's story. Actually, maybe he's just a criminal.

"Answer!

Immediately the companions respond, forming a knight man as an avant-garde.

They're like a line of adventurous Tan characters. Actually, maybe it's just a bunch of criminals.

"-" Windy Circle Shield (Freshly Marbled) "Huh!!!"

At the same time as the chant of the knight man, the wind pours in with the center of the shield.

Shortly afterwards, thick wind barriers were generated that swirled circularly, covering the surface of a large shield.

The appearance, however, is a barrier to the brisk wind.

Probably the type of magic that blocks the damage. There are so many variations in the wind attributes that manipulate the atmosphere, such as the defensive junction of this hand. By the way, this is the information described in my late textbook, "Introduction to Magic I".

An adventurous Tan knight with a whirlwind shield shouts as if he had won.

"Pfft, it's enough to seal the golem movement for a few seconds in this time. Golem usage, etc., kill in no time - lol!!!!?"

The refreshing night on the decision face never uttered the dialogue out.

Gore's intense spinning kick knocked his metal shield out of every barrier of the wind.

A knight man is blown away as he is crushed by a shield shatteringly deformed, scattering blood reflexes.

The man was slapped hard on the trunk of a large tree on the side.

And as it drifted, it collapsed to the ground, immobilized with a frog's carcass.

Falling down with a mess of bloody paint, hairy man and knight man.

At first glance as the Virgin, poor Gore looks down at them as if looking at an angel with cold eyes as if looking at garbage.

One long sword, supposedly removed by the knight man, is falling at Gore's feet.

She stepped on that sword, which was over-decorated.

Ri and the sword break from the center into two pieces, sliding straight into the ground.

Kind of the gore one, I see more frustration with the movement than I usually do.

It's hard to tell because of being nice to me as usual, but I guess I'm under a lot of stress today.

Later, we need to take good care of him...

The metal shield falling to the ground is bent over like soft candy.

I always think that Gore's very attempt to be attacked with a shield against his opponent is probably a totally stupid downplay.

But at the same time, I don't think I have a choice.

'Cause I can't believe a blow comes out of the luxurious hands and feet of an elf daughter who wouldn't even kill such a bug, when it comes to destroying God, without mercy. Who the hell can imagine that at first sight?

That would make me feel confident if I were normal, and I'd want to take it with my shield.

If I'm in the opposite position, I might.

"Hey, what's the kick now...?

"Yeah, that 'Unworn Wall' jild is just a blow..."

Everyone left is peeling their eyes and turning bright blue at the fact that the Knight Man in Leadership was lightly instantly killed looking miserable in Bekobeko.

Nobody tries to follow and attack.

Everyone has completely stopped moving, as if their feet had been sewn to the ground.

At this time, one man, who was solidifying with his sword standing, murmured with a trembling voice.

"It's not what I was hearing... Teteo Madis is not here right now, and the only thing to be wary of in the operation should have been the young daughter of the Sailens and the Delborian archipelago tribes using heavy golems"

"Is...? Well, then who the hell are you? Suddenly it came down and gushed, this monstrously strong oriental..."

The leaking sun was small and swayed in the wind, and the leaves of the forest made a noise as they touched.

In the silence of the visit, the enemy does not move as one.

Everyone is looking at this one with a frozen look.

Before so much overwhelming violence and fear of death, at this point their warfare had almost been thwarted.

But our goddess Golem never stopped.

... Yes, she was very stressed today.

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I had tears in my eyes.

It is a terrible scene.

In a gentle wood-leaking romantic lover's space, the bloody men roll like a bloody cloth.

He broke his jaw, broke his hands and feet, his sword shattered, his armor deformed...

The battle for the Gore VS Trendy Bandits ended in an instant.

That was too one-sided and even a vague substitute for what could be called a battle.

No, let's get this straight. That wasn't a fight, it was just a hunt. Gore ravaged the screaming, sword-wielding men one after the other.

Having lightly crushed the bandits, she still grabs the head of one of the groaning dying bandits and beats them to the ground many times for fun. It's like playing with toys.

"Gore, don't play with your head anymore... If you do any more, your brother will die..."

I squealed powerlessly.

Negotiations have no longer come to a complete failure. Mindless.

Gore, who called me by name, looked up and threw the Zutaboro bandits on the spot in a mess. It's like raw garbage that's no longer needed.

Gore rushes over happy as he moves his long ears slightly.

Coming close, she has offered her head to be an uncle.

Yeah, I know. Good luck, so why don't you give me your head?

I sighed and I was gentle with that head.

"Well, the... what. Gore, thank you for protecting me."

Her deep red eyes are filled with lukewarm and satisfying light.

The stress seems to be dissipating in a good way.

Gore's outrage destroyed my negotiating plan by the time it was completely skinless.

Unhelpful blood, too, flowed all over.

The opportunity to return the title of disgraceful hippo was lost, and it was all wasted practicing a cool rushing scene secretly in my brain.

In the end, I couldn't be more active than Gore's exclusive referee.

But there's nothing wrong with Gore.

Because this guy was just desperately trying to protect me from unjust violence.

There are verses that seem to have been a little hitchhiking and stressful, but from the whole point of view, that's trivial. Appreciation is the only thing that makes me resentful.

I'm not that kind of person.

I softly wet the tears in my eyes so that Gore wouldn't see me.