Frenzy Troll

It was like the sky on all sides. The place where I stepped was a huge branch, but I couldn't realize the fact that it was hidden in the clouds all around me.

Roland makes his rounds and stops. I heard voices somewhere.

‘Roland, my favorite warrior. Your war excites me, even with you hanging in agony. ’

I look up and see an old man on a branch.

An old man with a wide brim hat.

The old man's neck hangs from a branch. Because I was thirsty, my eyes that only had one came out of my throat.

Roland notices that the hanged old man is Odin the Warlord.

I got down on my knees and bowed.

In front of this enthusiastic follower, Odin smiles with a strangely long tongue.

‘You have killed and killed countless enemies and sacrificed their souls to me. You collected the loot and formed a precious rune. Show me your back. I'll carve out a rune for you as a reward. ’

Roland turns his back on his knees.

Odin bites from behind.

‘Yes, which rune do you want? ’

Roland answers as he prays.

“Sacred runes. ”

Do you want to perform miracles as my warrior? And so it shall be. ’

I immediately felt a hot pain on my back. Pain supported by pharynx, but this is the suffering inflicted by God. Lollang grips his teeth and does not groan.

After a long time of labor, Odin finally said,

‘Now you can use your hands to perform My miracles. Swing that power with honor. So send more souls to me, that I may rejoice in your hanging. ’

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The Berserker opens his eyes.

The bloodshot eyes reach for the opposing Pokémon. I didn't recognize the bolt itself. It was a weapon that wasn't there when the Berserkers went berserk. However, it was not difficult to find out what the purpose was. It was also easy to see that it was the most dangerous.

I ran straight for him.

Two men stood in the way of the Iron Bribery. You pick up the buckler in your left hand and try to block the path.

However, the rush of the Berserkers did not stop even if the obstacles were blocked. In a short run, the Berserker pulls out the arrow in my left arm. And I threw it right away. Like a dart, boom.

“Son of a bitch."

The arrow that pierces through the man's throat swallows his hind horse.

The man next to me just opened his eyes wide. I couldn't figure out what happened. The enlarged pupil is illuminated by the approaching Berserker.

“Aah!”

The man screams, wielding a sword in his right hand. I was so surprised that I closed my eyes and swung it, but I didn't feel anything touch the sword.

Missed?

I opened my eyes and saw that the Berserker was interested in his fallen comrade's corpse, leaving him alone. In the right hand of the body, to be exact.

The hand that grabbed the sword as it was dying. There, the Berserker growls low, as if in a rage, and rushes toward the corpse.

A car that no one understands what you're trying to do, the Berserker falls down strangely fast and snatches at the fingers holding the blade.

It wasn't until my fingers were torn into bones that the blade was revealed.

The Berserker reaches for the loot with a shout of joy. I tightly gripped the sack of blood.

And the next moment, the Berserker slowly starts walking toward a bed with his sword pulled.

While everyone's gaze is focused, the Berserker stands in front of the groaning Karl.

Then straighten your lower back and raise your blade upward. Slowly, I was baptized, covering my face with the side of the knife.

His mouth was open.

“My soul to Odin. ”

At that moment, the gray rune on his face, half covered by a knife, comes to mind and disappears. If you were a bone marrow Mediah user, you'd know it's a blessing spell.

The man who was watching instructed.

“Looks like he's a magician, too. Load up the bolts and surround the rest of him. ”

The Berserker holds a high sword in his shoulders. I turn my blade back as if I were swinging it just now. In a slumber, Karl faces the sharp edge of the blade.

Karl's screaming car berserker mutters again.

“My life to the Lord. ”

A grey glow emanates from the blade and envelops Karl. You cast a healing spell. As Karl's shoulders begin to bleed rapidly, the Berserker smiles, roaring.

“And honor! ”

“Fire!”

“For me- uh-! ”

Arrows and Berserkers shoot at each other.

The moment the arrowhead tries to penetrate the glabella, the Berserker's jaw swings up and down, and the next moment the arrow bites. It was ridiculous. You can't even put him down with a knife.

As some scream, the Berserkers wield their swords.

Uh, the muttering man's throat soars through the sky and the fountain of blood spills.

My hair flew from my head about to fall to the ground. The Berserker grabs it at once and wields it into the air.

An arrow flew from somewhere into the middle of his head.

“Uh, uh-huh."

The berserker's right hand draws its blade and pierces the axe's grip.

With the other hand, you swing the head of the man with the arrow like a crowbar, and throw it at the man who attacked from behind.

The head flew backwards and the head of the man hit. Both heads were splattered at the same time.

Someone gripped it and shouted.

“Kill him first! ”

A swordsman comes at you from behind the Berserker, and the crossbow is loaded from that corner. Axeman approaches from both sides.

You pick up your sword and block it, throwing an arrow in your mouth with your left hand.

With the sound of the wind, the axe blades strike toward the Berserker's Den.

The Berserker lifts his leg and steps on the axe. The axeman grunts to pull out the axe, but he can't. I couldn't move a bit as if an elephant was stepping on it.

I wish I could just throw away the axe and pick up some weapons lying around, but the man who was obsessed with the axe immediately kicked the berserker in the knee.

“Gruhhh · · · · · · ·"

The man's knee snaps, not breaks. The man's left thigh falls down, screaming.

Another axe falls over the berserker's shoulder. As the assailant, I thought I'd be able to slap him on the shoulder. But it wasn't.

The berserker twists and turns, and it seems to move its left hand. That's as far as the assailant is concerned. And for some reason, the middle of the ax sack was held by the Berserkers and the axeman felt painful on the boat.

As he kicks, he spits out his guts and flies back.

Three people died in an instant. The sight just, uh, flew off the wrist of a man who was, uh, distant. And the neck.

Four people died in five seconds.

Four of them are still in the room. A Berserker lunges at them, running out the door with a pale face.

They managed to escape out the door. Not the other two.

“Billion · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

I felt the cold steel in my heart beating in terror.

The blade protrudes out of the man's chest, stepping on the threshold. The Berserker grabs the knife and kicks the man in the back, while the flying man slams the other colleague's back.

He's down. The screaming man's throat is stabbed with a knife. Grubby, the Berserker roars, trampling on his breathing head.

“Odin! Take these carcasses -! ”

Then he ran out the door after the two of them who had escaped.

The remaining members, the scared heroes, were looking at their backs, flexing their chins up and down.

Likewise, Karl whipped his lips.

“Wealth, wealth, resurrection · · · · · · ·. Resurrect. ”

Karl crawls out of bed and approaches Mozi, lying on his side. Mosquitoes pierced by arrows are bleeding from their mouths with empty eyes. Karl recited it in tears.

“The door to your prayers? Baldur. ”

You draw the arrow from Moji's body with your trembling hands while praying. The job itself was easy. Karl's strength is great, and his arrows are drawn. Even the ones who live with him.

Karl continued to insist on being nauseous. And at the end of the prayer, a strange light appeared and nothing seemed to have happened.

But ten seconds later. Moji's body flutters and his mouth growls.

Spells work.

Karl opens his mouth to those around him.

“Everyone uses resurrection, resurrection · · · · · · ·"

There were five priests who could use the resurrection spell. However, there were only four of them who responded to Karl's words, and even one of them was busy stumbling around among the scattered corpses, looking for his colleague's corpse and vomiting on pieces of his brain or intestines.

In the end, only three of the nine dead heroes were resurrected. And it didn't even happen like a game. The corpses, which seem to be premonitions of resurrection, only appear to have some form of postmortem stiffness in progress.

Karl clutches at the axe that suddenly falls to the ground, dumbfounded. The blood sticky axe sack felt disgusting. But I opened my mouth without letting go.

“Don't be dazzled · · · · · · · · Everyone picks up weapons. ”

Several people follow the words and pick up the weapon lying around.

But I couldn't leave the room.

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