Frenzy Troll

When the princess of Atlantis, the ball of Medea, set foot across the sea here in Midgard, she caught everyone's eye.

She was a beautiful, exotic, mythical woman. Noble royalty. Among her ancestors were gods of other lands.

Of course, the great fiancees lined up. Governor, king, lord, etc.

In the end, God.

Lloyd Schulf, the god Frey, who secretly sits on the highest throne, sees her. I fell in love with her in a hurry, and I proposed as soon as I decided her identity wasn't inferior.

In the process, I gave the servant Rhungum Lebanese for payment, and the rhunsword was handed over to the giant Surt of the Apocalypse, but that may not be important right now.

Escorted by heroes, including Sir Roland, the ball of Medea has risen to the world level. And in that sacred tree, I made an engagement with a noble suitor.

At last, they had to get married and get out of the water world. Then we built a city named after the princess, and now it was Mediah.

Another continent set foot in Mediah after an exhilarating time. The foreigner's name was Iasson, the ex-husband who abandoned the Medea ball.

As is often the case with divorced couples, Iasson also knew many of the weaknesses of the Medea ball. Especially with her two eyes, Iason had witnessed the acts of heresy.

Wilmiro Iasson went to Mediah Castle and threatened the Medea Ball. If you don't give me your share right now, I'll spread all her nasty crimes.

It was not a threat I could ignore. At that time, Iason was accompanied by an army, and he was quite a hero from then on.

I thought I could get enough results from the threat.

If he had not sat next to the ball of Medea, it would have been so if Frey had not opened his eyes.

* * * * * *

The group moves desperately toward the ground. And the dragon was descending after that butt.

The Valkyrie follows desperately, lightning strikes the dragon, but it does little good. The powerful attack was almost missed or hit, but it only hit where it was safe.

Yes. The dragon was playing with the Valkyrie, almost. And it was a yard where no one but her could attack a dragon in any way.

Jason was on board the whole time in this stuffy situation.

‘Lightning or whatever, just hit that wing flap and it's pretty lethal. ’

But it didn't fit. That was the problem.

Dragon has approached this way.

As the distance got closer, the dragon opened its jaws like it was about to burst into flames. Mozi teleported to Buryburia.

The group leaves in an instant.

Now, I wish the flames had gone out of place, but the dragon would have kept his mouth shut as soon as he realized the target was out of reach.

And then I continued the pursuit at leisure. It was just terrifying for everyone.

Teleportation and teleportation to get away from the monster somehow.

“Ahh · · · · · · ·"

Continuous use of orders overloaded the transporter in the head.

Moji's eyes almost burst open. Of course, the group doesn't care.

It is a yard being chased by giant sharks on a small ferry in the Observatory Sea. That was the situation. A giant monster from the air that can't move on its own.

Although they are on the run, it is not because the group is moving hard, but because of a wizard's efforts. Everyone knew that.

Amaric bites his chin, slamming it together.

“What do you want me to do?”

Jason was nervous, too. However, I tried my best to collect my mind.

“What's what? ”

“What should I do? To get out of this situation now · · · · · ·"

Jason wanted to swear at himself for asking why. But then I said it quietly.

“Pray.”

“Prayer?”

“Yes, Prayer! ”

He understands that there is no way. Soon, Amaric is in despair and Jason shouts.

“What did you do to yourself? Pray!”

Only then did Amaric realize that it was an order. I thought about which god to pray to before I followed the instructions.

Amaric had no God to believe in immediately.

Amaric was a leper, cursed by the gods. It's been a long time since I got kicked out of my family and my face was shattered.

So you're gonna have to choose any god and pray to who?

Odin? There's no reason to find the missing god without any precedent. Baldur? I was too embarrassed to call this situation because I was originally a religious god · · · · · ·.

After all, the god that Amaric called was the most famous and popular god.

‘Thor.’

And his eyes closed.

* * * * * * *

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a man sitting on the throne. A giant man with a burning red beard.

The moment the man's gaze met, Amaric shrinks. Because of a man's enormous size and muscle tone?

Or is the hammer too heavy for the length of a short sack in that hand?

The man with the hammer opens his mouth hidden in his beard. It rang out loud in the air. Like thunder.

“Hey, coward. ”

Immediately, Amaric kneels. And I listened to the thunder god.

Thor said.

“You're trembling. I can't do anything. ”

Amaric is just restless.

“Sorry · · · · · · ·"

“I'm not sitting in this fucking spilled soup to get an apology. No, Liedschulf? Damn, that's one nasty pronunciation. Do you know what his intentions are? It shows your land here in Asgard. Of course I'm terribly dizzy from so far away. I think I'm going to puke now. I don't want to sit here long enough. So let's get on with it quickly. Do you understand?”

Amaric nods crazily. Thor looks at it as if he doesn't like it, and then he says,

“They were being chased. I hope you need help.”

“Yes · · · · · ·"

“Then I'll give you your weapon. Fight. ”

“My fisheries · · · · · · · ·"

“Why can't you? Farmers plowing fields must swing their axes like spears if they don't want to take their share. There are many who have been summoned to my mansion for doing their duty well. Why can't you be a farmer when you're plowing? Aren't you a terrible coward, nobleman? ”

“Yes · · · · · ·"

“Are you aware of the blood of the god running through your veins? ”

“I overheard it, but I knew it was true · · · · · · · ·”

“It flows. I don't know which fool took his pants off your land, but the consequences of that affair are divine in your blood. So fight. Fight and do your duty to blood. ”

After a long time, Amaric mutters.

“I'm leprous. ”

Thor asked.

“So?”

“Leprosy · · · · · · ·"

“You're not blind. It's not crippled. You can do it. ”

Amaric opens his eyes wide. And then I asked after a little less.

“Can I do that? ”

“Yes, of course you can. How many times do I have to tell you? Let's get this over with, coward! Become a warrior! In exchange for the soul you sent me, I've prepared a rune for you. I'll carve it. Which rune do you want? ”

“I · · · · · · · If the blood of God really flows on me · · · · · · · that is appropriate · · · · · ·”

Amaric groans, but Thor understands.

“Very well. I will add the divine. Not as bad as pure power, but not bad. Now turn around. ”

As Amaric turns around, he sees a flash behind his back. Followed by thunder and lightning.

Amaric screams like crazy.

Thor, the car that finally brought Amaric down to groan, says:

“Did you get it? Then fight. As a warrior, not a coward. Fight hard, not just this time. Then release my father when he touches the kite. Do you understand?”

Thor does not wait for an answer. Along with Thor rising from the throne, Amaric has been banished from this sacred world.

And then Amaric felt the fall.

Not a mistake, but the real Amaric was drawn to gravity. The spell is slow, but it's falling apart anyway. With a group of friends who are in the same position.

As Amaric sighs, Jason looks this way. And I asked.

“Have you seen God? ”

Amaric asks.

“Isn't that what I saw · · · · · · · · was mistaken? ”

“Fuck, why are you turning to questions? Anyway, you saw it, right? What did you get?”

Amaric barely answers.

“Holy · · · · · · ·"

“What else? ”

“I don't know · · · · · · · ·. ”

“You must have gotten something, anyway. Now grope in your head. And read the runes in it. ”

Amaric doesn't understand what the instructions are. Runes in your head?

Despite all the confusion, Amaric closes his eyes.

At that moment, Mozi teleported again. The space suddenly changed and a great deal of dizziness broke out.

But in his shaky head, he found these glowing characters.

Jason gazes at Amaric blindfolded.

There is another leper beside Amaric. But he didn't move. It seemed to be dead. The cause of death was probably a heart attack.

One was already burned and the other died. They were worthless to my colleagues, but I quickly lost them both.

Jason was horribly disheartened. Whatever the reason.

Suddenly, Moji spoke to me. Jason was surprised to see blood spilling from his eyes.

“I think the dragon will catch me before it hits the ground. ”

It seemed that way to Jason. Every time I write a spell, the teleportation distance was getting shorter and shorter to make sure I was tired.

In the meantime, it was clear that the dragon was sure that it would catch up with him one day.

“Fuck, so what? ”

In Jason's question, Mozzie insisted.

“But first, we have to do something. I'll tell you the plan. I'll pause the dragon for a moment. And in the gap, you do something."

The operation was too clumsy and short. But Jason nods.

The flying dragon opened its jaws. At that moment, Moji opened her lips.

And teleport.

As the group disappears before you, the dragon closes its jaws. And as I tried to descend again, I suddenly found someone left next to me.

A man covered in helmets and armor. The costume was meant to cover up leprosy, but not dragons.

Anyway, the outfit looked pretty cool. So Morgana thought:

‘He was with Roland, so he must have been pretty great. I'm sure the spirit will also be strong. ’

Morgana bites the corpse's head to eat it. So he inhaled the brain and the trachea.

The dragon raised his head and passed the food over his throat. The moment I swallowed, lightning struck again.

It was an attack aiming for its wings, but the dragon swung its head with ease. Then we changed course again and descended.

To go after those heroic hunts.

* * * * * * *

The Berserker glances around with bloodshot eyes.

You see the fallen monsters. And the knights were on their knees cheering on the corpse.

The knights' spears were broken, but they all prayed to heaven. So I dedicated my accomplishments in this battle to the gods.

A knight cries out.

“Frey!”

When the god's name is called, the berserker frowns.

Frey didn't usually like the Berserkers.

A long time ago, a berserker struggled to save a beautiful princess. The Berserker admires the princess, but never once has he grasped her wrist.

The princess protected by the Berserker has married that naked god Frey.

He's the only one who got hit by that god.

A witch forged a Rungum Valisada to destroy Lollan. But not the Black Valisada who stabbed the Berserker to death.

At the last moment, it was the burning Rungum Leviathans who stabbed the Berserker's ship. A runsword that Frey gave to his servant in exchange for being a cripple, and was easily sold by his servant, and ended up in Surt's hands.

Whether dying or burning, the berserker does not cry out for Valhalla. Past the brains of the Berserkers was the face of a woman who was taken away.

Yeah, what's a princess all about? After all, it is an honor for a knight. The Berserker groans.

‘Damn it.'

Reason was coming back. I blame him for thinking useless thoughts.

Along with him, fatigue struck me.

However, the Berserker moved the bridge in search of his next glory. One step was too hard. The rest of the limbs were already too heavy.

‘Damn it.'

The pain I felt at this moment was a scream from my body. However, the Berserker didn't care.

Enemies there. Trolls. Disgusting monsters.

Enemies of the world.

We'll fight them, even if we're tired. In order to drive out the screaming rationale and raise morale, the Berserker cries out to his god.

“I give this war to Odin! ”

It was a kind of prayer. The moment I shouted, I closed the eyes of the Berserker.

As a result, the Berserker saw the hung god again. And I received another gift in exchange for this war.

Then I opened my eyes.

A sane Roland would have loved to level up again at this moment. However, the Berserker was only impressed by the fact that he had just seen his god.

Soon, the Berserker ran out to dedicate more souls to his god. Enemies in the middle of a war.

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