Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

Kirk felt a sense of pride rising from his heart. Exciting fulfillment spread white to the skin.

Nothing has been resolved so far, but seeing Rubia's anxious face with white tiredness, the world seems to be in order.

Females should look like that.

Walking around out there in the first place.

This is ridiculous.

There should be a female in either the brothel or the house.

Of course, either side of the collar should be well tailored and properly trained.

It's an incredibly bizarre reality, wandering around the female subject and even reaching out for dominance.

Above all, that female ogre who suddenly appeared and asked for an escort made the situation far more disadvantageous.

It was a tense state of near-death power, completely out of balance in that direction.

But...

“That's enough. ”

Looking beyond the telescope, Kirk smiles in contrition.

The plan is a success.

Lord Grassmeer's immediacy will be firmly humiliated in front of everyone.

“Hehe. That ogre doesn't even wake up." ”

I heard another man speak.

“I think we should consider that completely exhausted. ”

Yes, it was.

The female Ogre, who was always pretending to be strong, growls even when her master is near.

Perfect capture opportunity.

At this rate, there is enough possibility to implement the secondary plan.

Fox hunting.

Grasmeyr has a lot of eyes, so it won't be easy right now, but he's looking for an opportunity on his way back.

After the appearance of the ogre, the escort was greatly reduced, trusting only that monster.

Possibility is sufficient.

It was loaded onto the wagon. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't help it.

Rubia's expression is darkest.

After discussing it with her for a long time, she even appeared to be trying to change her mind, but she eventually decided to go to Grasmear.

“I'm coming after you.”

“Yes!”

The wind was refreshing.

The cleanliness seemed to soak my heart.

Kirk treads carefully behind the wagon, keeping his distance from the front.

The raging excitement boils from his fat belly to his chest.

You've waited a long time!

The host's amplified voice spreads to the seats of the massive barracks.

In this hour of need, Baron Chandler, to celebrate Lord Grassmeer's reign! Let the special tournament begin! I'm...

Waaaahhhh!

The facilitator's name was obscured from the crowd's screams and could not be heard properly. The shouts of the escorted spectators fill the outdoor barracks.

“Bredrin!”

“Hoosta! Hoosta! Hoosta!”

The tournament was named in succession.

Progress is a horseback riding tournament! First of all, you're the loser who fell off the horse! Break Lance in the opponent's shield or armor if it is not destroyed by the horse to score!

Crisp!

Lance, the two brawling contestants, is struck down by the shield at the same time.

“A tie! I'll fight again!” As the tournament continued, the excitement in the audience rose.

The heat is all over Kirk.

I feel it.

Over a thousand spectators.

Overwhelming screams.

He was planning to host a tournament in Erastor if he became Lord, but he could never do it on this scale.

I clenched my fists tightly.

The winner, Bredrin!

Wadah ■ Asa

Handsome!

I love brunettes!

The fool could clearly see that the spectators would send an unforgivable insult and ridicule to the loser, and praise and admiration to the winner.

Lord Grasmear's rich family held a great feast, and he was satisfied to see the crowd.

Kirk glances at Rubia with his mouth sticky.

It's full of worries.

Cristina is paralyzed, and she has no choice but to put her tail down.

I don't care what happens back and forth.

Rubia has invited participants in this tournament

If you don't let her go, you'll be focused on one of her fierce ambitions.

“Hehe...

I laughed when I thought of hunting her that I would run away with my tail and be ashamed of.

His Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great,

A rare mercenary of Class C rank, but anyone can win unless they're a freak like an Ogre.

Tournament participants get excited, brawl speeds up, and the names of the marches get faster.

It was erased.

It was when excitement was at its peak and a group match was finished.

Hang on, hang on!

The bell rings.

His predecessor, Lord Grasmear, smiles subtly and looks at Kirk.

“Brother! I think we're just getting started. ”

“I'll step up. ”

The C-rank mercenaries were already one step ahead of preparing to go down the single phase.

Kirk smiles and looks at Rubia.

I couldn't see the ogre that was always next to me like a shadow.

Instead, I can only see Lord Yublam sitting idly in the nearby seats.

That guy with the gold bracelet on his wrist will make a great audience.

Everyone who followed Rubia knows.

I have no particular skills.

What kind of fucked-up alternative do you have?

“Heheheh...

Rubia was never as vulnerable as she is now.

Next! Special! This is a tournament! Please move all the way to the top!

The gaze of the audience that wanted more violence, praising the glorious winner as soon as possible, and wanting to despise the loser as much as possible, went straight to the top.

It was a frowning gaze that would bite anyone if they didn't feed them right away.

Ray, Rubia! Ray Kirk! The two of you who compete around the nearby Erasts said they'll kick off the spot in a friendly match! The match will be played against each side of the Great Warrior!

The moderator reaches out to Kirk and Rubia, respectively.

Thousands of pairs of eyes head for Kirk's location.

“Hiya…

A small sigh pops out of Kirk's mouth, overwhelmed by the hot stare.

Even Jobassim woke up.

Even though I wasn't fighting, my butt moved.

Both Great Warriors to the stadium!

“Of course.”

The C-rank mercenary waves his hand into the air, greeting and slowly walking forward.

However, Rubia, sitting alone near Lord Yublam, is only making an embarrassing face.

Oops! Please wait! Don't you have a Great Warrior to send out?

Whoo-hoo!

Kim out!

There were reasons everywhere.

Your men whisper behind your back.

“Brother, isn't that what we were going to say? ”

“What a day this is!” “A word, please. ”

“Hmmm!”

Kirk steps forward.

“Do you have any knights to fight for you who claim to be lord? ”

Whoops.

There was a murmur everywhere. Rubia's face turns red.

I felt like I wanted to get out of this place right now because of shame and embarrassment.

Ten years old at a time.

I felt it.

“Well, you can run if you want to. Or would you rather fight them yourself? Hahaha!”

Of course I'm joking.

Rubia can't accept that.

Women are supposed to be weak, run away, but even running away is just enough to satisfy Yuhee's taste.

Of course I do.

I was just trying to scare you with my tail down.

“Oh, that's an interesting idea. ”

However, Lord Yublam, who was sitting nearby touching a swelling boat, sobered for a while.

You turn your head to the new Lord Grasmeyr and look this way, the youngster who has been practicing martial arts from the east.

It wasn't the dry eyes.

Curious eyes alternate between Rubia and Kirk.

Fight!

Fight for yourself!

What's a Great Warrior? Fuck you! See for yourself the battle!

Waaaahhhh!

There was a loud shout in the crowd, which immediately amplified and spread out in all directions.

“Perfect.

Like Kirk himself, the crowd reacted excitedly.

It is an unbelievably cool situation to go around.

How fortunate.

He was intoxicated by the remarkable luck, the perfect fit and the reaction of the crowd.

I even felt dizzy.

Today was probably the best day of his life.

The day we start a new life...

Kirk pushes away his reserved mercenary and moves forward in a haunted fashion.

I wanted to accept the crowd's passion without any obstacles.

“Will you run away? ”

“Ha, ha…

Rubia's face flushes with a bow as she sprays it. You can't even speak right.

“I'm in. I'm in." ”

“Kuhahaha!”

“Brother, just kill him! ”

“Uh, employer. I can't kill...

“I'll pay for it. ”

Kirk simply stumbles on what the mercenary has to say and walks out to the barracks. Rubia quickly sees Lord Grasmear and asks for a suit of armor.

Amazing things are happening now! Rey Kirk! Ray Rubia! Two rivals around Erast Zero cover their own battles here!

Waaaahhhh!

Just stay on the winning side!

Crush him!

Our side wins!

Where the hell did they get such a great host?

Huff.

Kirk lowers his helmet and holds the wooden shield and Lance in his hands.

It was when I was slowly riding on a quiet horse.

Whoaaahhhh!

Awesome!

Suddenly, an enormous scream rang out to paralyze the peripheral nerves. A hot scream that has never been heard before. It was facing the other side, not Kirk.

Kirk raises his helmet and looks away.

“I'm crazy. Bitch.

Did he really want to die?

Ray Rubia was on the horse.

The racetrack pool plate did not even wear chain armor.

Similar colors to the thorny phantom he just planted on the side of the road.

Rubia climbs onto the saddle, wearing only a silver-white dress.

The hair on the dress creates a mysterious atmosphere.

Not even a shield. Only Lance held it with both hands.

Even the burnt Kirk opened his mouth and looked at it unrealistically.

Waaaahhhh!

Rubia in a white dress nodding nervously at the dried-up moderator was a more overwhelming picture than Kirk, heavily armed.

He swallows his brood and carelessly raises his helmet, taking away all the hot cheer he had just received.

At this rate, winning is not cool at all.

But...

That's awesome.

That's all that matters now.

The heart that had boiled to the pink was again steamed.

Safety first, even if the shape falls away.

I don't want to get hurt.

I don't want to get stabbed anywhere by that clumsy Lance. It's perfect.

That frenzy will come back to me when Rubia is dead.

Feminine stupidity, no armor.

I'll show you the price on the horse. Kirk sent a preliminary sign.

Both sides, we're all set! Yeah, let's do it!

stage T T T ~ I ~ I ~ R

The two horses, starting at full speed, accelerated their speed further from both sides.

If Rubia shoots Lance in the chest, he's confident he won't die. Win even if they just hit each other.

There is no chance of defeat.

Two or two!

F ^ F ^ F t

I I I I I •

30 meters.

Leaning forward, he aims for the Rubia's ship, and Kirk is confident of victory without any shaking.

Two or two!

I can't even get my bearings right. You think they're gonna put Lance in the dirt?

20 meters.

Queeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Kirk makes a sudden pause with a long, eerie scream that he's never heard before.

Boo-yah!

Kirk's heavy body shifts forward momentarily and flies forward, striking his head firmly against the fence.

Light! Yippee!

At the same time, Lance of Rubia, aiming at the ground, slams past Kirk's immobile head.

Qasim, Wooddock!

The wooden tip of Lance is broken and scattered to the winds.

The sound of bone fractures in the neck area echoes briefly again.

T: t C: | Group II - I

Rubia swiftly crosses Kirk and stands on the other side with her broken Lance in her hands.

And slowly turned the horse.

Kirk falls to the ground, motionless, and his neck snaps in a bizarre direction two times in a row.

Rubia glanced at the dress dyed with a thorny phantom, secretly

You smiled at the Stable Keeper who followed you.

Waaaahhhh!

The sound of the battalion commander's tremor echoes among the crowd.

It was earlier than the windblowers Yube planted, and the former Lord Grassmeer's minion moderator was silent, a new rapidly bursting pure scream. ‘It's a start. ’

Rubia looks at the deathly enthusiastic crowd, clapping her lips and thinking of someone in her mind.