Troller

Several soldiers quietly sat down with their heads wrapped around their heads in a clasped shout.

When Kian shoots Duke Uzquel in the air and swings his command, the Knights, who were preparing to enter the rear of the gunmen from the left, set out to save the company's urgency.

The Knights once initiated a bypass to make way for an assault.

However, Draan followed him on a ghost horse to the back of the Knights.

“Slow! Slow! Slow!”

The Knights were amazed at the absurd appearance of the draft, following the latter and wielding a spear like a demon.

It is not as easy as thinking to strike a knight on a horse, even if he is fully armed in the front.

I can't believe I chased the knights who were running ahead and shook them one at a time.

I've never even heard of Bardel's articles.

“Damn it! Ignore them and slap those niggers! ”

Earl Litz, who was in charge of the Knights, realized that it was impossible to shake his draft and tried to save the civilian crisis by looking at the sides of the photowarriors.

But it is.

Even that wasn't easy.

Gerd, one of the six Blood Droids, was already leading the photowarriors out of the front and rushing toward the Knights.

“Foolish!”

Count Ritz sees the deserters rushing forward without a word, screaming and stabbing the cavalry spear in his hand at the enemy in front of his eyes.

The spear of Count Ritz is stabbed at the enemy's chest like a man who has won numerous matches.

Even if the armor is not pierced, it is a combination of the attack power of a horse running at full speed. If hit, it is a deadly attack that can't sustain large injuries.

However, the opponent that Count Ritz speaks of was Gerd, one of the six Blood Droids.

“Argh!”

Gerd crawls through his body at the same speed as he was about to run, striking his chest with a stab of horse-drawn spear under his armpits, and pushes the front leg of the white white horse that Count Ritz is riding with a big iron club.

The absurd strikes smashed the white horse's front leg as it was, and Count Ritz had to experience the moment he felt that the enemy he was targeting had suddenly disappeared from view, as the sky was turned upside down and thrown into the air.

“Huh?”

And he was stuck on the ground without even noticing what was going on.

Wood chop!

His cervical bones were so fragile that he could endure all of his weight, armed with thick armor at full speed, and he broke his neck with a creepy voice and immediately killed Count Ritz.

The other photowarriors who followed Gerd were also very small and beat up the horses of the knights.

Some of the photowarriors were stabbed in the spear or injured by horses, but within days, they got up and fought again.

The knights are bored by the absurdity.

Even at this moment, from the draft that is following them, to the photowarriors who are blocking the path of the knights, who are blocking the front.

There was nothing about this battle that was going on as they expected.

No one thinks they are at a disadvantage and wages war.

It was the same for Bardell, who pledged his victory by introducing a new weapon system called rifle with an absolute male advantage, but the result was so devastating.

Between Achaha and Bardell, two thousand elite guards and five hundred rifles defending the throne were destroyed, and the Knights who were waiting for enlargement before and after the war were destroyed without even using their powers to cooperate with Draan and Gerd.

As the situation unfolded, conscripts who occupied more than half of the entire force began to tremble with fear, recalling the legends of a photowarrior who had come in as a child.

They are not human.

How can these people be human beings like themselves, wearing strange forms of helmets that can't even see their faces?

As that thought dug into their heads, they began to retreat behind the dance, and as more and more people retreated behind one or two, fear dug into their hearts, paralyzing reason.

Uskels and other commandos should have grabbed the hearts of those conscripts and pushed them into the battlefield, but they had long since been terribly crushed by Draan before the battle began.

All that remained was a small group of knights who directly command the conscripts, but experienced men did not find it difficult to realize that the battle had already begun.

“Damn it!”

When the lower knights first turn around and flee, there is only one way left for the conscripts.

It was only a way out of this fierce battlefield of hell after them.

When the conscripts fled like newborn spider cubs from the egg, Dorn approached Kian, who was beating up the knights excitedly.

“Shall we pursue?”

When he heard Dorn's words, he swung a spear and beat one of the knights who was rebelling against him.

“It's over already? Stupid bastards. ”

That grumbling draft shouted with a fine spear high.

“Yodel!”

When his name was called, Jodel, one of the six Blood Droids, quickly ran and bowed his head before her.

“Speak, Governor. ”

Kian reported Yodel and his men soaked in blood and gave orders.

“You and your men immediately capture these useless ones, then return to the castle and devote themselves to defense. ”

Yodel expects an exciting chase, and when the defensive order falls, he replies with a face that looks like he's filled his mouth.

“If it's a mission like that, not me, but Gerd...”

By the way, Gerd is the successor of the six Bloodroids.

But Draan yelled at Yodel like that.

“Shut up! That's a lot to talk about! ”

“Phew... I see. ”

Yodel starts picking out the fancy dressed up among the grumbling and falling hostiles.

Kian shouts to the rest of the photowarriors as Yodel begins clearing the battlefield.

“Stop knocking and get together! It's time for the mall to start! ”

“Ohhh!”

The photowarriors who heard the sound of the blast shouted, and immediately they gathered in full force.

Kian went to their forefront and told Yodel again.

“Ah, keep the odd weapons they used. ”

“Whether or not. ”

While grumbling, Yodel fell in love with a weapon spilled by knights or a pouch.

Kian kicks his tongue and starts chasing down the rest of Bardel's soldiers who have fled.

But her pursuit was not easy to accomplish.

After the soldiers as if they were trying to escape, the opponent crossed the border and rushed into the nearest Raguet south of Yangthunsen and approached the gate.

“Surrender when you say good things. Then we can save some lives. ”

“... ”

With a disturbing attitude and a sense of decency, in her words, Baron Laguette, who was watching the photowarriors with a tense expression, bit his lips.

The number of Stragglers who fled to the castle is about a thousand.

Combined with the five hundred soldiers the baron has, he is superior to the photowarriors he can see now, and there seems to be no Siege Equipment, so there is a calculation that if he leans against the wall, he will be able to defend himself.

“Don't be ridiculous! I don't even know where the bitch is embarrassed! I don't think I can back off! ”

It was insulting enough, but Draan nodded without much offense and said to Dorne, who stood next to him.

“Thank God, isn't it? ”

“As I said.”

“Seriously, I was just pounding my chest because I wanted to surrender. ”

The draft descends from the ghost horse, leaving the reins to Dorne, wiggling her shoulders wide, and approaching the gate.

Baron Laguette saw the figure and gave orders to the soldiers who were waiting in the Holy Lu.

“Shoot!”

Immediately, dozens of soldiers aim for the draft and shoot at the bow in unison.

However, what the draft is wearing is a new armor, not the kind of outfit that ordinary photowarriors wear.

Not only was the leather of Amundgan used, but it was also used to maximize its defenses.

The arrows that were poured out at once did not penetrate the armor of the draft and bounced off all sides.

“People are often convincing because they have to experience it. ”

The draft, who muttered so convincingly on his own, swung his right arm as if the arrowhead had stopped, and took out a weapon from his inventory.

Kung!

It was the anger of Langdazal.

The photowarriors, who were watching as a giant iron ball of a meter in diameter appeared, burst into elasticity in unison.

Draan opens his mouth again, looking at this absurd weapon appearing before his eyes.

“What a relief. I didn't want to test this, but my hands were a little rough. ”

“... ”

Baron Laguerta looks at him with a frowning face, and as he flickers his giant iron ball, his complexion fades blue.

“Damn, it's heavy. Is that monster swirling with one hand? ”

Kian shook his tongue and shook the iron ball and threw it at the gate.

It is the border of Yangthunsen, which has been frozen by the spirit of ice for hundreds of years, and the gates of Lagooat Castle were overlaid with thick planks of wood and reinforced with steel.

Normally, the gate would have been enough, but it was true that the name Randazal's fury was not enough to stop this absurd weapon.

Fortunately, because the draft had to lift the shield with one hand, the two iron balls could not be lifted at the same time, and that did not even apply to the ridiculous set bonus of 200 percent ATK and shredding when destroying the facility.

But in the absence of such a set bonus, this enormous iron ball, enhanced to +10, had the power to crush such a wooden glottis.

Quajic!

Baron Laguerta froze as the gates were smashed into the air.

“What. What's so simple? ”

Kian grumbled and recovered Langdazal's anger and put it in his inventory, kicking the broken and remaining gates at the feet of the photowarriors.

“What are you doing standing there? Come in!”

When Draan calls out in a tone that he thinks invites to his home if he sees someone he doesn't know, the photowarriors start laughing and comfortably enter the gates.

When this happens, the Stragglers who have fled all the way here, of course, even Baron Laguette, who shouted curiously, drowned.

This is why it's natural that you don't even have the strength to fight.

Baron Laguette hurriedly threw away his weapon and said to Draft.

“Surrender.”

But Draan shook his head.

“I refuse.”

“Yes?”

“No surrender. ”

Baron Laguette, of course, and all the soldiers surrounding him are dull.

It was because of their common sense that they would not accept surrender.

It's you. What do you mean, family?

Until then, Baron Laguette, who had a crazy idea, fell down flat and begged Draan.

“Please. In return for the insult, I'll pay for it, so please let the others...”

But Draan laughed at his head and said:

“Who killed you? ”

“Yes?”

“You don't have to surrender, so run. ”

“... ”

What are you talking about?

He was puzzled because he couldn't figure out the situation, and he pointed at the baron with the axe of a spear and said again.

“If you don't like it, you're all dead. ”

“... ”

Run or I'll kill you all.

Something was unknown, but the Baron quickly replied.

“Got it. I'll get away right away. ”

After a slight glance, the Baron takes a step back and confirms the appearance of a draft that he really does not seem to be willing to catch, then abandons the heavy castle and begins to flee.

“What do you plan to do? ”

When Dorne asked him that, he smiled and replied.

“I told you, the mall is time. ”

We must take prisoners and share our troops to keep it.

It would be much more convenient to let them go and pursue them quietly.

“Absolutely. This Dorne, she was absolutely disgusted. ”

“I don't want a meeting if I have to. ”

“Chet.”