Frenzy Troll

Rolando glanced at the barrel.

It was something I ordered myself. However, I did not know the significance of the object myself.

As Odin instructed, Roland prayed for days on that honey drink and prayed for Odin's hand. So there must have been a blessing.

But what blessing?

No matter how powerful the gods may be, the power they can inflict on the earth is limited.

Leveling up, God's gift, is only possible if people give their souls.

Perhaps that is the limit of the gods. If the gods had been able to bless the humans for nothing and strengthen them, they would have done so already.

But what can Odin, the professor, do? ’

It should not be a direct blessing to increase strength by guessing. Then what is it?

‘I hope that blessing is not what I think. ’

While begging, Roland approaches the barrel. The contents were dipped in a ladle and filled into the glass.

I shouted, raising a glass overflowing with honey liquor.

“Now, who wants to go first? ”

The first challenger stepped forward in response to the shout.

Soon there were mercenaries ready to face the challenger.

“Let's not hurt each other. ”

A challenger grins his head at the words of the mercenary.

“Oh, yeah · · · · · · ·"

The challenger frowned at the first move. It was not because the eyes of the people were burdened, but because they felt the difference between that mercenary and his body.

I saw two of them, too.

The challenger was quite large among them, but smaller than that mercenary's head. There could be a bigger difference between the two combat skills.

Of course, it was all going to be the same after the battle.

To reverse that gap, Roland has been preparing for the past few days.

For a week, Roland baptized the vagrants with holy water. I want to strengthen that poor divinity so that I can receive blessings better.

Roland blesses the challenger. Not just in a religious sense, but a blessing as an actual sacred spell.

“May Odin be with you. ”

The challenger bows his head deeply for Roland's blessing. It was grey on his forehead.

But the light was faint.

The effect of the spell was as small as the intensity of the light. It might be helpful, but it won't be as dramatic as the game.

The mercenaries stare at them nervously.

A rumored hero stands before you. As opposed to his opponent.

The mercenary asked anxiously.

“Ready, then? ”

A scream rang out among the spectators, the car they were just about to meet.

“Angel!”

The Valkyrie rises to the top of the two fighting men.

The spectators, as well as two parties in the competition, were looking only at her. The Valkyrie lands between the two opposing parties.

The Valkyrie declares itself sharp to all who look at her.

“The raven will bear witness to this trial! ”

Prayer and cheer resound everywhere. In the heat of the atmosphere, Vikappa wrinkles.

‘Fuck, it's flying. ’

How am I supposed to interpret the existence of that angel? Whether those heroes are real or not, the gods are on their side?

So the banker should just surrender in front of the gods?

The shout grew louder. One of the heroes, Moji, is standing next to the Valkyrie.

Angels and ancient wizards. In front of this useless mysterious attendee, the mercenary, despite his size, cringed.

It was to call that angel for such a performance in the first place.

In this sacred atmosphere, the two men began to fight.

The way to fight was simple. Both of them have a bandaged pole around their ends, wielding their training weapon like a spear.

Surprisingly, it was the challenger who attacked first. A challenger lunges as the mercenary lifts the pole above his waist to defend it.

“Ahh, ahh! ”

The pole reaches out, screaming or groaning.

The mercenary is calm and easily prevents the attack. I just swung my spear and the challenger's pole lost its way.

There's a big gap, but the mercenary doesn't strike back.

As the mercenary's shoulders move, Roland shouts. Almost like a roar.

“Now!”

Both flinch, and the mercenary loses his chance to attack.

As a result, the duel almost returned to the beginning, and the two fought again.

Another challenger is on the offensive.

The vagrant just swings his pole with his bare hands and then again. This is another freak I don't understand.

The mercenary is embarrassed by the clumsy attack, but is pushed back.

Despite the clumsiness of the attack, I was unable to react. The challenger was strangely fast in that strange battle.

The spectators didn't notice that the moss had just sprung up, and the challenger's body had been covered in silk.

Every time a challenger draws a peculiar curve, a cracking sound sounds. At this point, I was blind.

The mercenary panicked and became close to each other. The guards, as well as the attacking, strike the mercenaries in the flank with an unexpected trajectory.

That concludes it. Even the challenger who won couldn't accept the situation, and Roland quickly declares.

“We have a winner! ”

Roland approaches the winning challenger. At the same time, there was a shout from a group of vagrants watching from behind.

Roland brings out a glass of honey liquor.

“A glorious victory. Hail to the chief. ”

The challenger hesitates for a moment, and smiles widely to see if he can convince the situation in a moment.

“Thank you very much. Thank you, Ser! ”

Then he takes a sip of Roland's booze.

Roland only smiles confidently as if the result were natural. However, it shook with anxiety and restlessness.

With blessings, rebellion, and the Wizard's spell, I was forced to win. It was the first match, and I used all kinds of means to boost my strength with victory.

I couldn't do this every game. If you keep doing this crazy thing, someone who's watching might notice.

Magic spells in the first place weren't just lip sprays.

Spells often accompany mental fatigue. With a mental stat of '9’, it was virtually impossible for even the highest mental character to grant the benefits of the spell to thousands of people.

Only those who seem to be able to win should sometimes help.

‘There is no guarantee of victory. ’

The next battle has begun. However, the number of people was different even though the method was the same.

I can't fight them one by one anymore. There are 4,000 people who need to be tested.

Twenty of the mercenaries and vagrants came forward and stood face to face with each other.

Lollang walks past the vagrants and blesses them.

“May Odin be with you. ”

I mumbled so loudly that I gave the power of the spell to a big, bloodied, good vagrant who might have won.

Only after seeing a glimmer of light on the challengers' faces did Roland retreat from the arena.

Thus, while forty people were fighting, the hardest move was Mosquito.

Secretly, Mozi recited a spell to speed up a challenger, or occasionally paralyzed himself by flashing light on a mercenary in contact with his eyes.

Despite that effort, only four of the twenty challengers were victorious.

“Take the cup! ”

Roland congratulates the four of them, and the next match begins.

Among these challengers are three winners.

The fight continued ever after. As a result, only one out of ten people could win. In a battle of twenty, only two or three of the mercenaries were defeated.

It was also a fairly viable result, but upon seeing that achievement, Vikappa gained hope.

As soon as she saw the Valkyrie, she felt anxious for some reason.

With the help of the gods, I'm worried that those vagrants might be possessed by a mysterious miracle. Maybe they'll beat up all these mercenaries because of that miracle.

However, the result is the propaganda of these mercenaries. Vikappa grins and shakes her head.

‘At the end of this test, some 2300 vagrants will be victorious. That's a lot, but not as much as I was worried about at the time. ’

That much I could get into the city. I was willing to do that.

At the end of all the matches, only three hundred of the challengers were victorious.

At this moment, Vikapa felt great relief and satisfaction at the same time.

‘It's okay, it's okay. In fact, it's amazing how three hundred of those idiots have won. I'm sure Roland is as good as dead. ’

The rest of the body regains its energy. Vikappa climbs down the wall and stands in front of Roland.

“Excellent, truly excellent! ”

Vikappa reaches out, shouting. Roland glances this way and accepts the handshake.

Vikappa waves forcefully at his feet.

“What an amazing propaganda! How did you train those maggots? ”

Roland corrected it.

“Maggots? They used to be, but they're not now. ”

Vikappa was willing to accept that.

“Oh, right! You're a warrior now! There are 300 new warriors in Bifrost! What an astonishment! Hey, winners! Warriors! Bifrost welcomes you! ”

The spectators on the wall cheered in fear of shouting.

Bikappa also wanted to cheer together. Things worked out a lot better than I feared. Now Vikappa was eager to provide a banquet for 300 people.

Suddenly, Roland approaches the three hundred victors.

Maybe he's trying to clean up again. As Vikappa glances at the scene, a cart is dragged alongside Lollan and the victors.

The contents of the cart were longswords. Longswords that are neither particularly good nor ugly.

Roland raises a longsword from the cart. You point it at the winner in front of you.

And I gave the order.

“Everybody get down on your knees. ”

Three hundred men kneel before Roland in unison.

Lollang Longsword rests on the winner's shoulders, bowing his head. I slapped him on the shoulder three times with the side of the knife. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Then Roland declared:

“By the power of my green blood, I give you this sword and a new identity. You are knights now. Whose is your soul since then? ”

The Victors' Representatives cry out.

“Odin, master of war! ”

Roland continues to ask.

“Whose heart is yours after all? ”

“You are the one who gave me this opportunity! ”

“Then what is left of you? ”

“Honor! Honor alone is mine! ”

“For the honor of that, do you pledge to run against your enemies, to guard your comrades, to hold fast to the truth, and to defend widows and priests free of charge? ”

“I am willing to make a vow! ”

“Attendees who will bear witness to this pledge, step forward. ”

Following that, two people stepped forward.

Valkyrie and Osron are approaching.

Cardinal Osron's existence will have legal effect on the inauguration of this article. And the existence of the Valkyrie will empower this inauguration.

The Valkyrie opens her mouth.

“Would you hold that oath to your knees? ”

“Yes, I swear on Gunnir! ”

“He who breaks this oath will perish, and his spirit will fall and fall to the hounds of Hell-infested dogs. ”

No one who watched this religious scene ever shut up.

Lollan says, only silence.

“Stand up, Knight. ”

So there were 300 knights standing here.

Heroes approached. The three heroes handed out a longsword in their chariots to the three hundred knights.

Vikappa is just looking at the situation in a daze.

What the hell is going on?

Suddenly, Vikappa felt Roland's gaze. Lollant talks to you, a flawed car.

“They're knights now. Do you admit it?"

Vikappa barely answered.

“Oh, well. I admit it.”

“And the knight has the authority to bring ten attendants downtown. Isn't that right?”

Vikappa opens her eyes wide.

“What?"

“Ten knights. Baron Jun, 15 people. There are at least fifty attendants guaranteed by nobles of any rank. You said it yourself a long time ago. ”

Then Vikappa discovered the work of that great hero.

Three hundred new knights. What if they get ten vagrants? And what if the original knights who followed Lollan took ten vagrants each?

Vikapa said indignantly.

“You've got to be kidding me! You turn him into an instant knight, give him the authority? Whatever you want!"

Roland simply replies with a bold response.

“As the erl of Mediah, I have the authority to lead the Knights. And, of course, the right to be qualified. It seems that it is not you who can deny this authority, but King Osma, Queen of Mediah. ”

Vikappa is half mad at her injustice.

“This is a scam! ”

“Why?”

“If you were going to do this in the first place, why did you fight? You didn't have to snitch on the winner in the first place! I thought you were trying to make an article out of this? ”

“You won't admit it? ”

“Of course not! By the authority of the Knight? I'm sorry, but it is my lord's discretion to recognize that privilege! Whatever you say · · · · · · · · ·"

“Does this situation seem forced? ”

Lollang laughs. Vikappa is distraught, but she notices that her gaze is not towards her.

Lollan looks behind Vikappa, over the wall.

After glancing back, Vikappa is shocked.

I noticed someone praying for the Valkyrie, someone cheering for Lollan. No one objected to this situation.

So Vikappa realized.

All of this was one play.

Roland would have made as many knights as he needed anyway. Prior to that, the fight was merely a performance to confer justification on a new identity.

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