Thor quickly looks around and convinces himself, although he was surprised by the sudden greeting.
The place where the hole was drilled was a coincidence that it was right near Thor's boarding house.
No, it may have been included in the reason that rent is cheap because it's close to rough walls that are easily targeted at times like this.
Thor, who took off the crisis with unexpected help, soon realizes how abnormal Yuryl's complexion is.
I have white skin like I usually get out of it, but now I am completely out of my mind.
It looks like it's white to the tip of a long, stretched ear, no matter what, it's out of magic.
Running over, Thor hurriedly stopped Euril, who had kept himself in the broom.
It is indeed this depth while decentralizing to more than ten opponents, even though it is a lower branch skill.
I guess the magic power consumed was also out of digit.
Hurry up and search for Euril's background with maximum magic to < restore > his entire body.
Thor, who kept the woman on his back, put up his sword and turned back to the monsters.
"Are you all right?
"Oh? I wonder if I owe this to Mr. Thor. Yes, it's refreshing to have back pain."
"May I ask for a little help?
"Yes, I'll take care of your back, if you like."
Hearing a reliable reply, Thor stuffed the distance and continually chopped off the necks of the hobgoblins who still devoured sleep.
Cancer monsters were just waiting to be beheaded.
The rest wakes up temporarily when more than half of them have been cut off, noticing the carcasses of their companions and standing low.
But the ice man also waited for his awakening.
"Misty, plugged -"
At a time when Thor flew away when he heard the prayer, ice crystals that reflected sparkling light around the monsters danced through the universe.
Hobgoblins with a bewildered face for a moment only, but keep fighting as they leak their roar.
He slashed and bounced the whole wrist that drew him to the critical as he delivered the approaching six into view, cutting off his knee with a blade to be returned.
Unexpectedly, he turns around and caresses his flank into a gap where his sequelae stumbles at the beginning of the cancer.
As he retreats, he plays the sword his third body wields from the bottom, then he rocks for his jaw with a blade.
Thor kept moving around concentrating on not being surrounded, aiming even at the end.
Normally, the defeat is a darkening development, but for some reason, the monsters move bluntly and their breath becomes rough.
A tiny amount of ice inhaled into his lungs was beginning to cause so much bleeding that he couldn't recover in time.
Eventually, the Hobgoblins' legs almost stop.
When this happens, the rest is Thor's specialty.
Thor, who stuck his sword up to one eye ball with a dull movement, screws the blade into the second mouth sparingly.
He dropped the third and fourth necks, pierced the fifth mistletoe and kicked it, then shook his sword straight down to the sixth brain.
Tor, who lightly slaughtered the sixteen who broke in, turns back to the people who have been hitting the wall hard since earlier.
"There's still trouble left. Can you give me a hand?
"Yeah, I'd be happy to help."
With a slight doubt about the lighter than usual voice colour, Thor < restored > the iron sword's cleavage and whole body, approaching the noisy sounding wall.
This leaves four usable times remaining.
I drilled the hole in the wall that was closed again, so now it's three times.
The moment the Great Hole was resurrected, a horde of hobgoblins that was across the wall jumped into Thor's eyes.
Further behind it, we also capture the figure of a large monster who puts himself on a slightly remote wooden stand in the corner of his sight.
A mouth full of thick fangs ripped to the ear in both eyes that emit an eye that hates all the raw ones.
The torso wrapped around the fur of the beast is about 30% larger than the coarse hobgoblins.
Furthermore, the thick arm of the whole tooth was gripped with a large stick with a sharpened pork bone.
Thor is also the first to see the real thing, but due to his unconventional intimidation, he will definitely be their leader, Chief Hobgoblin.
All of a sudden in the hole, the hobgoblins round their eyes and look at each other.
There's no way a magician who's stepped on that gap can miss it.
"Sick, sleep -"
Judging from the extent to which the magic ran out earlier, this would also put an end to Euril's support.
Surprised by the effect of the tremendous magic trick, Thor slipped into a swarm of monsters dripping his head one after the other.
Keep walking as you drop your neck with all your useless footwork.
Having finished all the hobgoblins, Thor turned quietly to the last one.
On the ground around it, the carcasses of the monsters slaughtered by the Tors roll gradually.
Chief Hobgoblin, who had all fifty of his men killed, beat the tree beside him with a bone stick as he snorted roughly.
The monster, which made a noise and showed the likelihood of the trunk breaking, approached Tor severely.
My back length is only about two minutes taller than Tor's head, but its weight is very different.
Its flesh, in a slightly forward bending position, was wrapped firmly in meat armor.
Moreover, from above, it is very difficult to pass the blade even with an iron sword because it brings together the fur of a sturdy pig.
If you slash it in again, the blade may eat in and it may not even fall out.
The only place Tor could aim would be the head or the tip of the arm or foot.
The monster, who came as close as a few steps away, swung his armored pig's femur wide.
Given the difference in arm length, the weapon's interval changes about two steps.
Along with the roar of tearing the air, the stick swung straight down to Thor's head.
If you take it, every sword will be crushed without support.
That would undoubtedly distort the blade.
The only correct answer is to avoid it.
If you step in at the same time, the blade reaches the face that's falling back.
But that movement was what the monsters were after.
The stick that was thought to slap the ground is suddenly altered in its orbit by a thick brachial muscle that would be as thick as a child's torso.
The thick bone, approaching from the bottom, swept away a wide area of forward space.
But Thor had already fallen out of time.
Hobgoblin chief breathes abominably into the feel of a large, empty swinging stick.
Its face is slightly distorted.
The monster, touching his own jaw with an empty hand, realizes the fact that blood is pouring out of it.
The intention to kill overflowed further from the monster's eyeball.
For a moment now, actually, Tor was out front.
Pull out the highest speed during one blink and at the same time hit the face of the monster while avoiding the swinging down stick.
And the moment the stick changed its trajectory to the side, it kicked the ground and retreated.
The hobgoblin chief shakes his femur in the same way once in a while.
The same offense was repeated earlier.
One more time.
With more cuts on his face, the monster wields a weapon that doesn't foolishly hit him.
Thor flashed the blade several times as he brightened it.
At first glance, it seems advantageous because only Tor is attacking, but in fact the opposite was true.
Chief Hobgoblin is bleeding badly from his face, but the majority of the wounds are already blocked.
In contrast, Tor's breathing is becoming progressively longer because of his repeated and full efforts, albeit briefly.
Besides, he was driven by the wall at some point to make it difficult to retreat.
Health is near its limit.
The iron sword, whose blade spills are intense because of repeated beatings on the jawbone, is filled with green blood. The sharpness has fallen terribly.
It will still take some time for Euril's magic to recover.
Monsters, who are inherently the lords of this little ghost's cave, are the gateway to promotion to the Red Iron Class, a critical exorcism for the five F-ranked men who have worked out quite well.
For the lowest adventurer to fight alone, let's just say it was impossible.
Thor murmured bossly, judging the situation calmly.
"Was the triple slaughter still a little impossible? Just a little bit more."
Did you think of the sudden statement as a begging word, Chief Hobgoblin leaks a spooky voice.
I know the most words. Even if someone had listened, they would have twisted their neck without knowing what it meant.
In this dangerous situation, it is impossible to tell, for example, that Thor was practicing in action to even get used to the Iron Sword.
Tor, who turned himself over sassy, escaped into the great hole in the wall.
The monster, who had been wounded and excited, also followed shortly afterwards.
Thor, who left the city first, touches the wall just before the catching up hobgoblin chief shook down the stick.
Fast forward, the big hole was < restored >.
Thor's aim was not to drive dangerous monsters outside the walls.
To make sure that we stay here.
The next moment, a large pile of stones poured down from the head of the Hobgoblin chief.
I did < restore > the hole, but it is Tor's freedom to choose which stage it is at.
It was just moments after the big hole in the wall opened that Thor made me try to put it back.
The monster, with a stone of considerable weight hitting his head in an indefensible condition, fell and lay on the ground without raising his voice.
Tor also < restore > to the same moment.
A pile of stones falling again hits the falling hobgoblin chief's body with a dull sound echoing through the hole.
At the third point, he also stopped groaning, so he approached a monster buried in stone and poked his sword deep into the back of an immovable eyeball.
Tor, who confirmed that nothing was moving, exhaled slowly and loudly.
There is a calm, energetic voice on its back.
"Good luck, Mr. Thor"
"Yes, you can help me, really -"
Tor, who turned around, often lost words to the figure in his eyes.
Standing there was a woman with a human estranged beauty.
Straight gray hair that reaches to the waist, but the forehead is nicely cut off.
A crisp, cold face peeking from under it and a conflicting, crisp body.
She doesn't look familiar at all.
But the outfit and tone of the person in front of him is the same as that of the landlord, Euril, no matter what.
The silver-haired beauty noticed Thor's edifying glance, giving her a soft grin.
"Hehe, what's wrong with you? Mr. Thor."
Over the head of Thor, who lost the word to return, the sound of a horn whistle soared to mark the end of the battle.