Frenzy Troll

Of course, we couldn't confirm whether it was enhanced or not right away.

After filling the barrel with blood and tying the rope to the scraped skin, dozens of janitors returned downstairs with the huge loot.

That was the end of the break. Roland shouts.

“Everyone, let's stand up and move forward! ”

As he marches again, Roland touches his skin. It was hard, and now it's more than that.

The Protection of Arms. When you play the game, you get fire resistance. Even if I couldn't feel it right away, it would definitely help. Odin is in the courtyard warning us of the dragon's existence.

There should be loot there, too. The encounter with Roland's group is not much use.

But not for the whole expedition.

Lollang was blessed a few times and was unable to instruct his knights to engage in the battle against the beast. I was in a hurry to keep them out of the way, but it wasn't an act of disregard for the knights.

The creature is horribly hard, just like the look of a turtle. The knights wielding their own weapons wouldn't be so ticklish.

The army facing the monster would have had to take heavy measures.

Such monsters were lurking on the main road that could not be avoided. It was crazy. That monster was worth cutting off supply and retreat.

We had to clear one floor to avoid that, and then move on to the next one.

As such, Roland was convinced.

This blindness in the expedition is foolish and insane.

Now, of course, Roland had to join the irrational procession.

* * * * * * *

I had to bore all kinds of monsters during the march.

The army makes every effort not to provoke a large herd of rhinoceros, and only makes haste once it has left its territory.

Walking and walking, all the vagrants tire. As soon as I set up a sentry and slept overnight, seventeen people disappeared, including the Nightshade.

We've searched every missing site in horror. There were dragged marks, a few drops of blood, and footprints on the dust.

It was like a human hand. Five toes stretched out like a maple leaf.

I couldn't figure out which monster it was. At first glance, it was like the hands of a man or the feet of a primate, but I had never seen such a monster on this floor but a Troll.

However, someone soon testified that the gecko monsters' feet looked exactly like that. I went on to investigate with that possibility in mind.

Thus, we were able to infer that the seventeen people were inherited by giant lizards. They saw this army of thousands, brave enough to try to hunt it, and a brilliant assassin.

I had to take steps to prevent this from happening again and take revenge. As the Valkyrie flew hard over the ceiling, a colony of helix bars and lizards were found in the search.

It was believed to be almost a nest of small dragons. There were many lizards the size of elephants.

“To Roland! ”

The knights charge, shouting for courtesy, followed by a horrified army of vagrants.

Two knights and sixty-seven vagabonds died in the battle. Even though it was a battle against a fairly myriad of monsters, many died.

One of the knights succeeded in resurrecting him. However, the other one soon died, and all the surviving vagrants, of course, died.

The wounded are also in poor condition.

Fifty of the vagrants were cut or bitten by lizards' sharp claws. Those who cut their claws slowly die. Because I couldn't beat the bleeding and the bacteria.

Half of them died and none of the people who were bitten died without exception. I suffered from dizziness and died of purple discoloration all over my body.

So the herd learned another thing about them.

“Those little dragons, they were poisonous. ”

Amaric grips the hand of a horribly dead vagrant, discolored.

As a paladin, Amaric was able to write purifying spells, poisons, or incantations that were effective against illness. I tried to use it on the injured, but it was pointless.

The vagabonds didn't have the sacred or the stamina to accept the miracle. The sacred spell just prolonged their suffering a little more.

That way, ten wounded were dying in agony. Seeing that, a knight claims to be concerned.

“Death by poison is not the death of a warrior. Even if you can't die fighting monsters, you have to die as a disease organ. ”

It was not a barbaric argument. The gaze of not being able to live anyway.It was wrong to let him die so painfully.

As a leader, Roland had to make a decision. The Knights with Modern Knowledge accepted polite Viking logic.

“Yes. They must die by the sword, not by poison." ”

As a result, Roland has taken over Valisada.

The Rune Blade shines brightly. With everyone watching, Roland approaches the cart loaded with patients.

The patients' faces were covered in bright light, not just flesh, but even eyes. The patient's eyes met Roland's.

“Tsu, wait. It's hot.”

Roland grabs hold of Valisada.

His radiant lips opened with black saliva.

“Flesh · · · · · · ·"

The last words are cut off.

A faint flash flashes and the bright head rolls over the cart. Black blood flowed from his neck. He closes his eyes and mutters.

“It won't be cold or hot. In the Palace of Valhalla.”

And so did the rest of the wounded.

Decapitation. It's barbaric for euthanasia, but I hope it was satisfactory for them.

Roland doesn't even wipe the blood off the blade. I just looked up at the ceiling of the World Water, holding the sack.

It wasn't the first murder. Roland had already slaughtered dozens of mercenaries in a trans state as a berserker. But I had no idea that I was going to kill people with will and not enemies now.

I gave more strength to the hand holding the sword.

I shouldn't have dropped my hand. A knight who kills his colleagues and mourns them? It may have been romantic in its own way, but it wasn't human that Roland needed to send out now.

Roland opened his mouth as an ancient knight.

“The flesh is empty, but captivated forever. Warriors who died in battle will reach the heavenly palace. Valkyrie, sisters with wings. Take the six lost warriors with you. ”

The knights around you copied Fusco.

“Take the warriors with you. ”

I kept on reciting it.

“Gods of Heaven. Welcome the warriors and their glory. ”

“Greet the warriors. ”

“Your welcomed warriors will be moved, and they will fight for you forever. ”

“Forever.”

“Hail Valhalla. ”

I did what I had to do. I glanced at Mozzie and Jason, and they were also trying to make a face. Somehow, Jason seems to be struggling, but Roland gives the order.

“Let's go. ”

So the car that starts the march again, next to Roland, Angie comes slithering.

Tears were falling from Angie's eyes. Crying is contagious and should not be now.

Roland turns his gaze away from that face.

“What is it, Angie? ”

“I'm going to scrub my knife. Because of the blood · · · · · · ·"

“Oh, yeah. ”

But Roland did not give up Valisada. I didn't think my hands would shake if I let go of it. So, just holding onto it, Angie carefully wiped the blade with her own towel without rubbing it.

And so I marched on. On the first floor, you climb up and kill a whole bunch of monsters.

Alonso, Amaric, and Mozzie and Jason also met with the gods in the process and leveled up. But no one was happy about it.

Everyone simply breathed their short breaths forward, tired of marching and fighting.

A few days later, the group reaches ninety-six floors, thanks to the difficulty and some luck.

I heard that this floor is the front line, but the march is not interrupted. I didn't see an encampment for the expedition to be seen.

“The tents have already been demolished. Long before that. Looks like you've already gone a few more floors. ”

In Gina's words, Roland nods. And I shouted as a leader.

“Let's keep moving! ”

I could no longer guide the past, but I did not finish the role. As a passing adventurer, I found traces of the expedition.

I walked along it and walked up one more floor. There was still no expedition, so I went up one more level and up another.

So when I climbed to the hundred floors, there was a great river flowing in front of my eyes.

Thousands of tents along the river and flags embedded in them.

Knights carrying shields of sentences like an embroidered sentence underneath the flag rush past. Even the sicarios who follow those knights.

As such, Roland's army reaches the front line.

* * * * * * *

Karl was calling the three Kim Chi brothers, who had just caused a disturbance in his mind.

In fact, the title was not accurate because the three were not actually brothers, nor had they been obsessed with Kim Chi since then.

The three brothers just ate meat and cheese hard. The fruit didn't seem to want vitamins because it didn't even touch its mouth.

So it's all over, half right and half wrong.

Kimchi's problem is over. But now there are signs of a new counterattack.

The first summoner of the three brothers opened his mouth.

“So the three of us are going to be in the field soon. ”

It was a moderately splendid tone, but it didn't sound like that at all.

Karl couldn't help but get confused. I doubted my ears and asked.

“Contest? World Number? On three?”

“Yes. You can't make the first three suffer, can you? ”

The words themselves were correct. But Carl said,

“When we march forward, not how many people will be horned, but all the remaining users together, have you forgotten to go at once? ”

I had promised to do that before. If they ask for more heroes, everyone who doesn't want to go or anyone who wants to go has decided to go together.

The summoner user returning the question instead of disputing it.

“Why on earth would I do that? ”

Karl quietly recounted the description he had previously given.

“If they're sold separately, they'll play in the hands of the royal palace. We need to stick together. We need to be an army. You didn't even call us from the palace in the first place. Why are you suddenly like this? ”

“I'm staying here because I feel like a fucking Kim Chi Warrior. Why? ”

“Gimchi Warrior? What's that? ”

“Don't you think they're gonna notice we're all dickheads now? ”

Do you feel like you're getting sidetracked? Karl tried to tie the three of them together.

“That's how I feel when the three of you stick together. I'm gonna offer you something, but if you three are already doing something, how can you talk to me? ”

“You're a fucking prick. You don't think he's your boss, do you? ”

Of course not. Karl was unfair and irrational.

“So what? You're going to fight monsters while you're out of your misery? ”

“Yes, asshole! ”

* * * * * * *

End of River

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