Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Busan cared and his eyes opened. It's roughly weather time. I thought the frozen throat was suddenly so damn cold that my mouth went back and died. Still, it looks like there was no such thing as a raid when everyone was alive.

I tried to melt my body when I woke up, but the campfire left a black burning branch and the heat immediately spread for a long time after it was gone. The whole body was cold as a corpse.

"No, fuck. This is no fire."

However, I unwind with a simple workout and stretch because I set fire to this timing again. So the wagon moved to see if it was time to start.

Many of the adventurers who set off the fire looked tired. But they were going to be able to sleep tonight. It's me who's worried. I had to stand on fire today. The fatigue of waking up and standing on the edge and sleeping again was the hardship of knowing only those who knew.

I walked down the road without any salt. The condition of the road was still good. However, there were tons of trees and grass growing next to both sides of the road, and the monsters that were hiding there suddenly popped out and raided. It didn't seem strange at all.

Even if you go to the city next door, it's so hard. To be honest, it's just an expedition.

On the other side of the wagon, Jailo was haunting me from time to time. I think I got it wrong even if I got it wrong. Seeing the opportunity, I thought about talking to me, but the only conversation I could have was the fist and fist conversation.

The ascent continued to bore no such thing. It took me five days to get down to the countryside on New Year's Eve, and it was my first time ever. It was a moment when cars proved to be a great invention.

- Ugh.

It was then.

Why don't you lean forward in front of me, like a tree on the side of the road, or something like a grass strip? What is it? With my two sleepy eyes, something in that green light seemed to simply fall into a tree dune. Three seconds to think so.

"Hey, fuck. That..."

My words didn't lead.

"Turn it off!!!"

A tearful scream echoes. Yesterday, Mutuga was' lifted 'higher than the wagon.

"Damn it! Prepare for battle!"

"Giant Mantis!"

The raider's identity was a giant wart bigger than a wagon. It looked different from a wart, but the overall look was similar to that of the scythe. It picks up the Mutuga with its front leg and roars.

- Quii profit!!

For God's sake, I've never seen such a monster in my life. If I had a monster stash, I would have done it right away! NEW! would have been registered with the mark. A giant green wart suddenly appeared in the bush.

"Help me!!!"

Mutuga screams with a waist. I had a gut feeling I was fucked. If he dies here, one person will disappear. I could never forgive that much. No matter what, I had to rescue him.

Giant Mantis walks out into the middle of the road with the Mutuga lifted.

Stupid guy, there are more than ten people who can fight here. I think it's a bit stubborn because of insects. If you had normal judgment, you would have quickly disappeared back into the forest at the time you caught one person.

"All of you! Surround the monsters!"

When a middle-aged man in a green hat instructed him, the first to run was the soldiers of the Merchant Corps. Adventurers wonder if they were frightened by a giant monster.

"What! You can't pay wages if you fail!"

I fell in disapproval against such adventurers. Only then did they run out. Likewise, at this time, I sprinted to take up the back of Giant Mantis first.

"Khhhhhhhh!"

Visuals were the only monsters that would have left Mutuga alone. They were just trying to eat Mutuga by grabbing it flat. Because of that, I think I'm stuck in the hallway and can't chew properly.

"All hands, launch attack!"

The soldiers stabbed Mantis in the trunk. Shoot! The green unpleasant liquid splashes. Adventurers also began to take their own extensions and cut off their legs and trunks. Only then did Giant Mantis realize that the fire had fallen on his back and swung his front leg like an angry wart. It was a sharp attack like the sickle of an angel, but the accuracy was terrible. Everyone seemed to be dodging moderately.

It was literally a Raid hunting large monsters. I rolled the adventurers, avoided the attack, drove around the Uruguay Round and fed the effective tarp.

After curiosity aroused by the unexpectedly slow movement of the guy, I approached the thin-looking hind leg. The legs of the insect looked very thin and fragile.

"Die!"

I slice like a saw with a knife to the back leg of Giant Mantis.

"Son of a bitch! I'll slice your legs off!"

Then he twisted his body in pain, and when he saw the blade ripping through his upper skin, he managed to slice his legs off by hanging desperately because he wanted to eat this. It was a more pleasant sawing than the jogger was writing a stump.

- Qui profit!

Giant Mantis, who lost a pair of legs, screams strangely like a man who lost a leg in an accident. His diverting ability greatly decreased when his leg was severed.

"Good job!"

Someone said so. When I saw how I cut off my legs, they all took a strange inspiration and ripped off my legs by clinging to Giant Mantis' legs. It was like watching a wart get eaten by an ant. No matter how big or powerful, there is no business for a copper-beating ant.

Giant Mantis lost all but his front leg in an instant! I fell to the ground with a loud voice. I saw the larvae twitching as they spilled green mud, and I was nauseous. With no legs, the belly just looked like a giant caterpillar.

"Kill him!"

The Giant Mantis, whom people can no longer resist, has been hijacked by God. It would just be hard to get dressed and dirty, but violence was like the best entertainment for those who were stressed by repeated marches.

"It's a big one. It's just a dog-bitten tiger."

That was my admiration for the dying Giant Mantis. The trees were fresher than the wagons. I don't know if it's just because there are so many of us, but I think [Giant Mantis ] would be appropriate to give you two stars.

"Motherfucker!"

Moutuga, who had just been captured and cried beautifully before, was angry that he had regained consciousness. There were blood marks on the porch, but apparently there were no major wounds. Whenever Dempsyrol and Sakerkick hit, a heavy sandbag sounded refreshing.

The Giant Mantis, who didn't get the body mannered like that, was torn to shreds. I carried a pair of legs I sliced across my shoulders here and asked the adventurer around to resolve my curiosity.

"Hey, buddy. Is there any money for this wart?"

"Except for the headaches and the front legs. That hind leg you're holding won't be worth much."

I didn't want to hear that. Fuck.

In fact, killing monsters and making money is such a vague concept. I don't make a lot of money compared to the arms I take in. Because being paid is limited to the useful part. Only institutions that can be used to create or use tools will receive money.

Mainly leather, but the degree of bone is representative. Therefore, it was also proven that this wart had no corner to pay. Would you make armor out of this, or would you make a weapon? An ornament that must be queen.If you see it sliced on my sword, it won't be very durable either.

He ran first because he wanted to be paid, so he lost his heart. I have been less shaken by betrayal than I was disappointed in the past.

"Damn it."

The merchants cut off the front legs and head to make sure the money wasn't real and put the rest of the carcasses on the roof of the wagon. The same was true of the hind legs I was holding. I didn't take care of anyone, so I just threw it away.

My chest seemed to be torn. The Raid has been so successful, it's just a chewing gum. This is why it's so good to hunt.

"Here we go again!"

Leaving bitter words behind, we left the scene. If you leave the corpse like that, it will be civil when viewed in traffic, but after some time, Scavenger monsters will smell the corpse and clean it up.

I ripped out the large leaves around me and trimmed the knife. If you put the green pearl on the knife and put it in the knife like this, it's a chewing gum. If the knife doesn't fall out at a crucial moment, it will be difficult, and if it rusts, it must be paid for and eliminated.

The leaves were used to wipe the soil thoroughly. Then, killing time, it was time to rest again, and Jailo came to see if he was not tired. Jailo, who has a neutral blonde face, talks to me, who is also tearing down the volume.

"There are a lot of ethnic minorities in our church. Obviously, so did Kat..."

In my view, this religion of the Catholic Church must have been a vicious social gathering that gathers together a minority persecuted and discriminated against in society and sucks up high blood. Clearly, this Jailo is a broker and it seems obvious that he will take his allowance with him.

"Fuck you."

"Didn't you say yesterday that the price of volunteering for the invincible burns will tell the story?"

"That's why I'm standing here today. If I don't get the hell out of here, I'm going to search."

Don't you see a lot of strange people living in the world? Even when I lived as a homeless and F-class adventurer, there was a lot of this approach. So it's a little resistant, I guess.

I gathered vagrants to say I had built a homeless shelter (I was half dragged into forced labor).) At the time of the forced labour of the murderous robber, I really thought I was going to the goal, so I once stabbed the superintendent in the head and ran away. It was not a shelter at all, and I did not eat as well as I did.

How blue life was. At that time life was a continuum of struggle. For me, it was only a linguistic dodo that these little cult bastards were counting on me to suck.

Anyway, when a bad memory came to mind, his fever spread and he stared at Jailo in the middle of the road, and he went back to his place to see if he knew the atmosphere.