Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

Guava Guava!!

You hurl five rapidly firing bombs against the target with broad swords.

The bomb explodes in succession on the surrounding thickets.

However, the crowd seems to be unharmed except for a little light on the clothing that they pulled out with ease.

Pibbuck, Pibbuck!

Like a whistling signal.

Dozens of stingers flew from all sides at the same time.

‘Freeze.’

The blade freezes wider than the entire blade, and all the poison needles fail to come close.

Lena puts on her mask, emptying her backpack and dropping bombs all over the place.

Shoot!

You flush the arrows in succession with those who protrude from the bomb.

“Cough! Cough.! ”

About five assassins were poisoned by the gas and were coughing or scratched by arrows.

The rest of you, however, take out a large battle token that appears to be their primary weapon from their arms, without any embarrassment at all.

Not flesh and bones, but things that looked ugly like they could tear iron apart.

“Haha. Hahaha.

Barely a second and third siege.

The armor is more than halfway up, and the weapon in between has broken a couple of ribs.

At least the Great Sword, which the three lords of Grasmear had made, was long gone.

However, my strength had already fallen to 30% in the translucent window in the air.

Lena was drawn to blood all over her body.

The canyon is halfway through.

I thought I should have run backwards, not forwards, like Lena said.

I don't think I can break through the siege.

The fourth appeared to be three Orcs with thick, massive horseback riding spears and large shields.

Their foreheads and jaws protruded, and they had five times more developed muscles than humans.

‘Orcs.So they were also a force of the Pursons?' Where have they been hiding?,

“I, the Fire Scar Chief, am Atullug! ”

“Gomoku, the best warrior in the Night's Watch, is against you. ”

“The last two warrior logs of the Stone Thrust! I will kill the descendants of Isaac who enslaved the Orcs here! ”

‘What a hit. ’

[Hey, you bastard.]

But Isaac had no answer to the end.

The three Orc Warriors were not worthy opponents.

‘Focus.’

Ka 'ang!

You swing your sword at the long spear, plunging it precisely.

But at the same time as throwing out one window,

“Ahhhh!”

Another one pierced the spear of a horseback charger more than three metres long.

Squeaker!

The iron spear pierces through the half-pierced armor to the sack.

The orc shoved a spear through my shoulder and hung me from the air.

Chug, chug, chug!

Lena tries to shoot an arrow, but the arrow in her body runs out.

Bamtol is also caught in the battle and half burnt.

Dallac!

You grab the spear through your shoulder and throw it hard forward.

[Activate Javelin Lv.1!]

Theanne!

The spear flies fast and strong.

Three Orc Warriors shielded the spear.

A spear thrown by more power than a skill is bounced off of its slanted shield. It just flew away into the air.

‘That's fucked.'

Even if you don't use detection skills.

I could quickly confirm that the things that were to come were not one or two.

Even the Orcs in front of me were wrong to break through quickly.

You look at Lena, breathing heavily, injured all over.

Of course, I don't have the elixir that the Marquis used.

It was somewhat worse than melting to a slime and dying.

I asked Rena to buy them some time.

“Aren't you going to turn around?

Don't you want me to imprint on the Pursons this time? ”

However, the Orc Warriors only look ridiculous.

“Bullshit.

“Even if he is pure, there is no negotiation with the heathens who are deep in their imagination. ”

“Just die here! ”

I heard that the Demon Kings didn't get along very well.

But I didn't know it was going to be like this.

"Split since before the coming of the rains. ’

Those who successfully planted their forces on the side of the Empire, like the Pursons, seemed to be trying to replenish the entire human world with their own line.

Is that why we're screwed? ’

It was then.

Puck!

The head of the Orc Warrior on the far left exploded into the helmet.

Hwa-oh!

A hot brick ran out of the skull, never knowing what he was dreaming of.

“Atul.! ”

Gomokura, standing next to you, has a large rotten Orc warrior lung. That was his last breath.

Puck!

Something with a powerful spin blows his head away. The Iron Helmet and the hard Orc skull have been crushed like a light tofu.

The heart of the hot Orc has cooled down.

I couldn't even afford to figure out where the attack was coming from.

The last two Orc warrior logs lift their shields overhead with excellent reflexes.

Ka River!

But there was this intense metal blast.

The upper portion of the steel shield explodes without a trace.

The attack continues again.

Two Orc warrior logs with shields explode.

The angle is read for the first time when the shield is attacked.

Upper left.

Above the rugged cliff, someone slides a steep cliff, flying a gray robe.

I didn't have time to tell him how I felt about acrobatics.

The gray robe quickly approached, exhausting the distance between him and me.

Yuck! Yuck!

A sickle, more than a meter long, splits the back in two, strangely echoes the sound of a scythe scraping a cliff.

I felt something in Isaac's silence for a long time.

It's a painful color that clumps together.

[What, you know what?]

There was no answer.

The gray robe, which ran up the cliff in an instant, jumped to a height of about 20 meters and landed in front of me.

And as he approached me, he pulled back the huge handle that was mounted on the ‘sickle’ sack.

Huff, puff, puff!

An empty cylinder bounces off the back of the thick healing blade.

A gray robe in his pocket opened his mouth, holding a silver cylinder that was about 20 cm long, floating in the air.

“His name is Nanyau. Trophin Nannauda.”

It was the voice of a husky woman.

Inside the gray hood, a long, white hair shines.

The voice itself was young, but the accent felt old somewhere.

“You.! ”

I could recognize her at a glance.

I was the one who left the calculations to me at Dalian's Tavern.

A short note saying you'll be grateful.

There was a reason that the text in the note was familiar.

I didn't think of it immediately because it was so ridiculous.

<. Trophin Nanyau, leave the guild rules here.

< Who brings 1L of Lurium??.

It was like writing in the old T&T rulebook as a joke.

Surprised me she was saying.

“This is not the peaceful South.

It's not a charming place to walk. ”

“Have you been following me all this time? ”

“Trophin Nannau. No way.!"

Lena spits out her elasticity by her side.

The trembling voice reminded me of who Nannau was too late.

“Nanyau, Founder of T&T? ”

“I didn't take care of it, but I made it.

Skeletons, Sprouts, come quickly. I'm not very good at genocide. ”

I had no choice.

I don't know if the gray hood is really Nanyao or how to break through the Ypo network. But there's only one way to follow her.

Or die here.

Pot!

Nannau's movements were as fast as a vision.

"sprint."

I chased after Nanau, holding Lena and Bamthol in my arms at once.

Huff.

Nannau runs and pulls the sickle handle horizontally again.

A 90-degree bend in the sickle sack bends backwards, and another silver cylinder pops up in the air.

“Another firefly in front of you. ”

Shoot!

A mysterious silver flash flashes from the edge of the sickle.

“Coin <UNK> . Piercing.”

Hrrrrr!

A long way ahead of you, a huge fire burns out in the forest.

‘Something's wrong. Is he dead?’

Nannau suddenly starts circling between a large rock and a tree, even before she gets near the burning bush.

Suddenly, I went into the shade beneath the rock.

For a second there, I thought it was wrong.

I soon remembered a word in my head because I had some experience.

Lena opens her mouth first.

“Is it settled?”

“Our sprouts, they're fundamental. ”

Nannau relaxed.

Old phrases.!

And as the rocks slowly move,

A hole formed through the ground about a meter in diameter.

“We don't have time. Come in. It's not a hellhole. Don't worry too much. ”

After I learned the ropes from Isaac.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but I'm still dealing with it.

I was surprised that there were so many secret places in the world with just one lid off.

I was becoming more and more aware that the world as I knew it was nothing more than a superficial thing.

The dungeon was very deep.

Nannau throws herself lightly down, but I climb down the ladder a little slowly.

The lower you go, the wider it gets and the light comes in.

Tuck.

It was when I set my foot on the floor.

“Oh.”

A small elasticity rang out.

A black-haired human man, coming down to my shoulder, looks at me with his arms folded in his arms.

Even though the dark energy on his body was not his taste, he was a man who could be called a typical handsome man.

“Are these the gays Purson's followers were chasing? ”

Nannau nods, who was already down there.

You appear to have descended into a secret space, but you're still covered in robes.

“Yes."

After a short answer, Nannau shoved a straw into a maple leaf syrup bottle.

And then I sucked it off. It was a strange sight.

“Sprouts. Is it? ”

On the other side of the man with black hair, a woman in a typical wizard robe walks out. You raise your hand to point at Lena.

The wizard, with a black dot on his eyes and mouth, slightly opens his mouth with a blank expression.

Nannau confirmed it again.

“An uncontaminated, very promising breed. It's our job to raise them well. ”

“Heal. I'll do it. ”

The woman holds out the oak staff in her hand.

“Huh.! ”

I couldn't stop him.

A warm breeze rises from the wooden staff. It was a breeze that lit up dark places, made rough places smooth, and lowered the leaves on the snow-covered tree.

Lena's breathing sounds begin to calm down in no time.

There was some blood on the wound and mouth.

Injured muscles regenerate like a lie and gain weight.

I didn't think I'd be injured from the start if there weren't any torn clothes and blood.

“Is it magic?”

Lena opens her eyes wide, surprised by what's happening to her.

The wizard nods.

And he looked at me with a look of embarrassment.

“I don't have the magic to heal the undead, Skeleton Friend. ”

White Bone was revealed between the torn armor, but none of the three encounters surprised anyone.

The wizard once had a big gummy bear eye.

It doesn't seem like a mockery mixed with evil.

“Don't worry. ”

Use a Skeleton Replacement Tool!]

Woof, woof, woof!

The bones of the body that had been damaged by the shock began to align themselves gradually.

It was an additional skill embedded in 'Monarch of Bones'.

When the Marquis attempts to escape, he gains a considerable level of skill.

It was not a problem to align his bones a bit.

Boss!

I didn't regain my strength right away.

At least I was able to show him a little better on the surface.

Nannau turns to me and asks Lena.

“Looks like first aid is in order. So let's get down to business. What are you complaining about, leaving behind every inch of the Blueson Altar? ”

I was curious about what Nannau said.

She simply blew the heads off of three Orc warriors.

For some reason, I thought they were hostile forces.

Was it a mistake?

It was a very troublesome tone to blow up the Purson Altar.

I cautiously asked him.

“Is that a bad idea? What if we destroy Purson's altar? ”

An unidentified black-haired man interrupts with a bloody smile.

“No way. Absolutely not, but we should have. You messed with them so badly you could poison them. ”

Tuck.

A wizard standing behind you places his hand on the shoulder of a black-haired man.

“Persian, shut that mouth. Don't get involved in my grandfather's talk. ”

“Yes! Okay. ”

The black-haired man grunts slightly and shrugs.

Meanwhile, energized Lena looks at the gray robe and carefully asks.

“Thank you for your help. But...

Are you really Trophin Nannau?

He's from 300 years ago. ”

Nannau took off the gray robe.

“I can't help but answer the question of my sprouts. ”

Nannau's long silver hair flows out of the robe.

On the silver tips, a light purple gradient gives off a strange point.

The slightly dazed Turkish eyes blink, and Trophin Nanau sticks out his white fingers.

Then I stabbed my fingertips slightly with the knife.

“Huh.

Another drop of blood sprayed from my fingertips fell on the floor. The drops of blood did not absorb onto the floor. It passed.

The ground continues to flow as if it doesn't accept itself.

Nannau's blood drop.

It was a darker, brighter silver light than flowing through my circuits.