Frenzy Troll

Karl couldn't take his eyes off the letter in his hand. I have read it several times already, but I recited it again.

“Perhaps your turn will come soon. I think the three of us will be the only ones who call over thirty · · · · · ·"

It was a friend's advice.Prepare yourself in case you get called into battle.

If he had received such a letter from Korea, he would have just seen it and handed it over. Those who take it a little seriously will be summoned by the state someday, so it would be best to be prepared for the bell.

Karl continued to read aloud.

“· · · · · · · Prepare for the day. ”

The contents of the letter were hard, whether someone was worried about peeking at the letter.

Fear makes me anxious. It doesn't say anything about weakness. It wouldn't be Roland if he'd written that complaint.

Even the handwriting was not shaken, but Karl was troubled by the letter from his friend.

I could also tell car. The three who have been called must be suffering. There is no way the bodies of the minds can be comfortable in a fight over the agony of death.

How about this one?

Carl glances back. You see your training companions.

Combat training, that was my day. I was close to researching swordsmanship by getting a sword book from somewhere, as well as from the Dalian.

As a result of that effort, users became stronger. Only that was clear.

All wizard users have now correctly identified the list of spells they can use, the birds they can use, and even the number and duration of spells available.

The capabilities of the members of the transcription family have also been detailed. Everyone has repeated their experiments and records. So, they quantified their strength, their endurance, and their physical abilities.

Above all, everyone is now used to fighting in the tournament. Now, no user can strike back without noticing the incoming attack.

As soon as everyone woke up, they all kept their stamina up and running around the temple. Then, through conversations with readings and priests, he sought to understand the common sense of this era.

I was prepared for the last incident. You now stand guard with a blue beast summon that provides illumination on a clear night shift.

All of this was done according to the daily charts. The wakeup time, training time, and bedtime were all set.

Karl was terribly anxious as the overseer of the work that went well.

Karl was never a training expert. So all that work was just a replica of what I had experienced during my military life for two years.

‘And in the military, everything was just a blur. ’

I don't know about the other troops, but at least the troops Karl served in. The post guard was just a time for small talk, and after the weather, he easily tricked a few people into falling in.

‘Won't we be like that soon? ’

Roland sent a stack of Doubloons with a letter.

Karl, who was an outdoorsman on the gold market, was also an enormous gold. The diet that was not so bad became more abundant these days, and the people of the temple began to read the Amadis of frenzy like the Bible, never having anything to do with the gift.

Lollant, a friend of mine, is sending you money as you sweat. That was terribly burdensome for Karl.

I wasn't also playing with the car, but it was just a relaxed task for the rear guard. I realized that I couldn't say that I was doing everything with it.

Then what should we do?

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Chase him, and kill him!

The knights flee with violent instructions. Everyone ran out in a frenzy screaming.

“To Roland! ”

At the forefront, their hero was showing a huge backside.

Roland runs out like a red arrow. Towards the Troll quarter you see up ahead.

Warriors rush from the area where they detect an ambush.

The Troll Warriors rush in screaming. Their trolls were big and mean and had real power. Even heavily armed knights can be crumpled.

However, none of the knights sprinted without trembling.

At the earliest, it was Roland who ran ahead and hit the enemy first. The Valisada in his hand flashes once and separates the Trolls mad with anger and fear.

Trolls' throats flew into the air as fuel for the effluent of blood.

The cut edges were perfectly planar. No matter how neatly he cut it off, the rolling head of the ground was still angry.

All of this was just like a real-life CG movie.

Regardless of CG's quality, Roland's heart was beating. I knew that even if they weren't legendary gangsters, they could take their breath away at any time.

I prayed to God to ease my anxiety.

“Dear Odin, the glory of this moment! ”

A blessing spell. His forehead glowed gray and everything in his body improved.

Roland feels the arrow fly with a sharper sensation. Even the green liquid on the arrowhead could be seen.

You lift up the balisada and bounce.

The arrow that must have been dangerous had simply bounced off. The one that flew away again caught it by the hand and threw it into the neck of the troll who was about to stab himself in the spear.

You quickly caught my attention from a dying troll with a dark complexion. You stab Valisada in the chest of the next enemy and then turn your gaze to see if he's dead again.

He then looks at the next enemy. A giant troll warrior running with a bang.

“You!”

Trolls look like ugly people. They're dying, too.

I even cried like a person.

“Crazy, guys. Die, loser! ”

Roland shushes as he hears the Trolls shouting for him. That's because the language wasn't different.

This is crazy. Why is there no language change in this world?

“Death · · · · · · ·”

You stab Valisada in the throat, wanting to say more. A vertical blade pierces through the tongue and slips out from behind the head.

Roland pushes Valisada down as she goes along.

I didn't put much effort into it. However, the long hole in the troll's neck was blown out.

Wind howls from the opening. Roland quickly pushes the troll away and slashes even the frozen trolls while trying to cooperate beside him.

Only after killing six more trolls do the knights catch up.

Alonso shouts again, as he shouts when he first charges.

“To Roland! ”

Everyone chants Roland's name again. As such, knights also encountered enemies.

You wield a huge iron mace. Blood and sparks erupt in each collision, followed by screams.

A knight drops a giant hammer. It was too heavy for a weapon.

But power alone shattered a single Troll's head like watermelon. And the knight swings the hammer to the side, and the harder it gets, but this time another Troll is dying there. A massive blow with crushed flesh and broken bones.

The short battle was quick to settle. Balizada shines, and the soul of a troll departs from the ground.

The last troll. He dies with a brief convulsion. However, it could not be done.

Roland has declared the right of victory.

“Your soul belongs to Odin! ”

The troll dies without even screaming, but the spirit screams instead.

After defeating more than half of them alone, Roland cares about his allies. Turning back, the knights are choking, putting a knife to the throats of the swirling trolls.

How many injured, how many dead?

There was no damage to Lollant's glimpse. As a matter of fact, I did.

Though not transcendent, it was a battle with the Trolls, a fairly powerful monster. But the knights were almost fine.

One heavy casualty and a few light casualties. And two people are dead.

The Valkyrie has also confirmed the end of the battle. She soon flew down from the ceiling of the world's water.

While gasping for breath, the knights retreated and gave her a seat.

The Valkyrie closes her eyes and raises her prayer. Along with her were Roland and Amaric.

Therapy, or the prayers of resuscitation.

The wound of the corpse is covered in light. The knight's body, out of his mouth, convulses. The knight's heart beats and his upper body twitches.

Knng, Knng, and the knight were revived.

Lollan looks at it with a bold eye, but anxious.

‘According to the settings of Game Mediah, the conditions for resurrection would be shortly dead, no serious physical damage, and more than Divine 4. ’

So we're lucky that knight came back to life. The battle is over sooner than I expected, and the body is intact thanks to the armor.

And Holy 4, this was the toughest condition, but the knights who died were the only ones who achieved it.

Leveling up. From the people's point of view of the world, face to face with God.

On the day after the great battle on the 52nd floor of the world, the knights who survived the battle with the monster elephants faced the faithful god.

And I received gifts from the gods.

The gifts made the knights physically and mentally strong. Everyone has the strength and durability to fight monsters with ease.

A handful of people have gained the sacred power to grow even their souls. It's no wonder some of the runes were awakened to an ancient spell long gone.

This battle would have also made everyone stronger.

But Roland gazes at the corpses of the loot, the Trolls.

Even though the battle is over, there are still areas they wanted to protect. What should I do?

Fortunately, there are those who seek plunder.

A group of onlookers stand in front of Roland, watching the battle. Poor people dressed up and actually poor. It was the morticians.

As the janitor's representative, a man kneels before Roland. And I asked you to be godly.

“We celebrate and marvel at the spirit of victory. The noble warriors now know they have to prepare for the next battle. We'll take care of the bothersome and trivial combat. because that's what we do in this humble way. ”

The janitor's representative pointed out that it wasn't just the corpses of the Troll Warriors lying around.

The finger was pointing toward the spot.

Roland knew what they wanted.

Death of a monster.

Now the cleaners wanted to not only clean the body, but also create the body themselves. Rumor has it that the killing of the monsters led to confrontation with the gods. And rumor has it that the face to face results in fattening the flesh.

You can't fight monster warriors, though, so for them, you want to kill even worse monsters. And there would be young Trolls and old Trolls around.

Soon, Roland nods.

The janitor bowed his head deeply.

“Thank you for your noble concessions, Ser. I will never forget this grace! ”

The cleaners smiled satisfactorily.

Some remained and flew the bodies that lay here onto the cart. The rest of you are more motivated to walk towards the troll camp you see there, holding on to their trivial weapons.

Lollan looks at them poorly.

Despite their hard work, the cleaners couldn't find the owner of this balisada.

Since that day, Walnulla has disappeared completely. I didn't know if he was alive or dead.

It's not because the janitors were too lazy to find the body. Roland saw with his own eyes that the janitors had just carried two bodies blown into the dung.

How horribly discolored and deformed the two bodies were. As a Lollant, I couldn't keep my eyes open and watch, instead of confirming his identity.

Everyone stops and takes a break. Roland prayed to his god.

May the young knight live. I prayed earnestly that if he died, he would rest in peace. Together, I gave thanks and gave thanks for the victory in this battle.

Lollan closes her eyes in prayer. And I confronted my god again.

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