Frenzy Troll

After all, Roland decided to stay in solitary. But I decided to do it only in my sleep, and most of the day I was going to spend in the big room where the users gathered.

Roland comes out of solitary and goes to the courtesy big room.

As I was walking down the hall, a loud noise rang out in the big room. Metal rings through the door.

It was the sound of an organ striking. At that moment, Lollan sprints out of nowhere.

And as soon as I opened the door, I was relieved of what I saw.

“Hold on to your shield tight. Stab now · · · · · · ·"

Two armed men confront you. But it didn't seem like a real battle.

A man with a large shield moves quickly diagonally while a red-haired man slams his sword over the shield. The creak rings, and the redhead retrieves the sword. This time, you swing it once, and you retreat two steps back.

After a series of moves, he smiled satisfied and said.

“The strategy"? No, that's too uncompromising. Should I say step? Anyway, it's a natural way to make fun of people. It is clear that Longsword skill is not simply embodied in a well-wielded form. ”

“Then can we fight in action? ”

“I think so. · · · · · · If you don't freeze up before the last fight."

Lollang, who was watching, walked into the room and asked.

“What are you doing? A duel?”

“Let's test how much combat skills you can bring as a game character, rather than a duel. But now we've decided not to say anything respectful to each other · · · · ·"

Then the users in the room look at Roland and stand up together. Carl, who was in the center of the crowd, shouts.

“The hero has returned! ”

And everyone who was there began to applaud. Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle.

Lollan is surrounded by people who appear to be gathering around him. And he slapped her back and shoulders. Trying to rinse even had to be restrained because he was still sick.

Anyway, it seemed to give me a compliment. Roland opens his mouth shyly.

“Stop it. It's been a few days, anyway. What have you been doing? ”

Karl answered.

“Half time, half time. That's what they all agreed to. For several days, I tested whether the magic has worked, whether the fighting skills of the game characters have worked, etc. I don't want it to be like last time. ”

The last one is a courtesy raid. Roland asked.

“So what do you think? ”

“It was more than I imagined. They fought well. In fact, I could swing my fists as hard as I can, but I'm good with weapons, too. I thought everyone could fight once they decided to fight. ”

‘What a weird way of saying that. ’

I thought about it, but I didn't have to pull it out of my mouth. Roland asks.

“So everyone decided to fight? With a monster, as the priests wished? ”

“By the way, I have to be self-defensive. You don't want to enjoy the real RPG, but you have to survive it. ”

Roland asked nervously.

“Not yet? So you'll do it someday? Do I have to fight monsters like a game character when the time comes? ”

Karl was speechless.

“I can't do that. ”

“If I don't fight, I'll kill you. What if I get threatened? ”

“In that case, we'd all rather escape together. What should I hide in the mountains from now on? Like goat pumpkins?”

In that case, Roland thought desertion might be more appropriate than gourds. At the same time, I felt like this.

‘Even in Korea, deserters don't talk. Is it possible for Middle Ages civilizations to give up and live like wildlings? Modern people who were frozen with their smartphones? ’

But I didn't bring it out of my mouth.

The yard was already swarming with assaults. It's not unusual for a trauma syndrome patient to fall out.

Suddenly, he asked if there were any PTSD patients. Karl smiled bitterly at the question.

“There are three suspected teeth. But how do you tell if it's PTSD or depression from this environment? Sadly, none of us are psychiatrists, just doctors. There's one medical student, and he told me not to trust you at the same time. · · · · · · · · You can't even dissect a mouse properly. Oh, my God, I can't keep my voice down. ”

It was not simply unfortunate that there was no doctor among the dozens of people. Mediahn users used to tease each other a lot. Even though there were very few professions, it was no surprise.

‘Then I shouldn't expect a doctor or engineer to show off superior expertise in this primitive medieval era. I can't do anything supercivilized because of the door and the rain. ’

Thinking that, Roland laughs blankly.

“We've really come to our senses. ”

Roland mutters and Karl receives.

“Came in naked. ”

“That was a metaphor.”

“I know.”

After that, everyone continued to do what they had always done. Most users continue their training by grabbing their opponent again.

Strike with a wooden sword, take with a spear.

Karl stands at the center of them. He looks around with his arms folded, shouting to two people who are training against each other.

“Hey, you guys! Hit it hard! What kind of training is that? ”

The user pointed out excuses.

“If you hit the wooden sword hard, you'll get hurt, right? ”

“I have healing spells, so it's okay to get hurt! So fight like hell! Will you hesitate to hit me hard in the field? ”

Karl almost screamed. At the outrage, Roland was surprised.

‘I'm sure you had a lot of energy earlier. I don't have any instructors now. ’

It was natural to do it. It is a yard where many people actually died, handing over the crisis of their lives. As Carlo was so responsible, he thought he had to do something about the crisis.

Roland was also mixed up in the gaps between users. At first, I tried a little magic. Then I fought back.

The opposing team is the warrior user. The whole body was made up of muscles.

And that big guy. Even though his body would have done the same thing, Roland was choked.

There was a similar duel going on all around. In the middle of all this noise, the two of them face each other. And each one grabbed a bat.

“I'm good with longswords, so the bat is · · · · · ·"

The opposition grumbles.

“Then a sword will be achieved with a bat. This is a verifiable fact. ”

Then the opponent's warrior takes the upper position. A simple posture with a bat overhead.

You raise the club with your hands, not too long. The law was ugly, but not at all.

Now the bat was an extension of the warrior's body. It makes a huge body look even bigger.

He didn't know what to do with it. I simply empowered the bat, reciting my profanity in my heart.

And when I decided I needed to get into a pose, my body moved on its own.

Roland raises the bat to face height and covers half his face. Pose and sample.

The opposing warriors start the duel by lowering their swords.

Roland steps to the right, aiming for his arm and reaching for the bat. Immediately before the bat sliced through the air and hit the joint of the arm, the warrior swiftly rotated himself, and the bat grazed its armpit and passed by.

The warrior immediately shrugs his shoulders and puts the bat in his side.

The moment Roland pulls the bat with all his might, the warrior charges forward with his thrust.

The gaze points to the lower half of the body. Then the attack on the bottom will come?

No, even the eyes are deceptive. Roland can tell.

You stabbed Roland in the chest, which seemed to have fallen diagonally.

Lollant moves to the side and rushes to the side.

The battle was soon over. Smooth between each other without one valid hit.

Roland sighs and reaches out his hand. The warrior grins, shaking his head.

“Effort · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Lolance smiles.

“Thank you. My heart just fluttered. No, it's a worm. And this is supposed to be a fight without protective gear? Any one of them would be a fracture. ”

“Let's believe in a healing spell like you said. Anyway, good fight, yeah. ”

After that, there was still plenty of time.

Proximity users practiced with a wooden sword and a bat. The hunter users practice shooting with the bow the summoner pulled out. There was even a user who practiced the shield by bringing a pot lid as a buckle.

It was an effort to bring out what was original, not a practice for authenticity. Exercise to gain latent combat skills from game characters.

Some were excited. Most were desperate to hone their combat skills. I saw users wielding bats with their dying faces, but Roland read their hopes.

‘A few people even died yesterday, and now they're improving. ’

Looking at Karl, who is in charge of the situation, he thinks:

I feel better about something.

However, it did not take long for the bomb to strike at this hopeful site.

Jason came to see me.

* * * * * *

“Are you still stuck in your rooms without talking to the priests? What the hell are you doing? You're not a teenager. ”

Jason came into the room and said it for the first time.

Karl bites with a crooked face.

“What are you here for? ”

“Soothing puberty kids. ”

“Asked by priests? ”

“That's right. Don't you dare swear you broke something. Seems like you don't think I'm your friend either. It's clear that the solidarity ritual hasn't burned up in the middle of a few days, right? ”

“So you're siding with the temple? ”

Jason kicks his tongue and replies.

“I'm not on their side. ”

“You said you were asked by the priests. ”

“Oh, fuck. I'm not on their side! ”

Jason's expression was unfair, but not the faces of those watching him.

The car was the same. The face that's all crumpled up.

"Why don't you like them? ’

I wanted to fight like this. Roland interjects in the middle to stop it.

“What's his request? You want us to go out there and fight? ”

You feel Karl staring at you for a moment, but he ignores you.

Jason told me.

“No, the priests said, at least don't treat people without you. ”

“You just came to tell me that? ”

“No, that's not it. I have a situation that I've been working on all by myself. I'm here to advise you on that. You can't keep doing this. You're gonna die. ”

It was not a threat except from the mouth of a blasphemer. A bold tone that explains mathematical formulas. So it was even scarier.

Jason kept saying,

“Do you know the reason for this raid? ”

“A raid on a golden thief · · · · · ·”

“Yes, his gold is the problem. Remember the opening video? There was so much gold, and the hands from the air took it all, right? The priests say that the gold was a tribute to the gods to bring us from Valhalla. And who do you think gave you that gold?

It's the king. He robbed his vault and sent the gold here to the temple. He said he would stake his country on God because he doesn't look like a country. What if you guys keep pretending to be together for that kind of price? Those kings, those priests, they're all fucked. Didn't the priests blow up the king's vault and lose money and lose face? Then how will they get out? You could sue the gods for giving you gold and try to cover this up right now.

For example, send mercenaries disguised as bandits to shred us all and then talk to the king. ‘The bandits took the gold and couldn't even summon it.’ Still, it would suck, but at least the arrow of fury will return to the bandits, so it would be better on the temple side. ”

Everyone's face is frozen, but there is no rebuttal. Jason disappears and says,

“Anyway, remember. Those bastards aren't parents to your adolescence. If the recruits don't listen, they're the ones who'll be gunning for the governor. ”

And Jason left the room.

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