Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

It's been three years.

“27 years. Is there any left? ”

At 19, Leandro gently strokes the dairy next to him.

It sounded like the sound of a horse's nose was crying.

He made a similar sound when he chewed the well with the best foods he could buy with the remaining money.

Feels good to pet a mane. His mane reaches up again.

I repeated the descent.

“Live 30 years. ”

Miyuk blinked his eyes.

They were the only friends who understood each other best.

The three-year-old metaphor was fast enough to escape even his shadow once he started running in the desert, and the person who saw him running for at least once only opened his mouth and was amazed.

I've been to places famous for their words, but no one was catching up with them.

From birth to witchcraft to the mountains.

Good riddance.

The horse thief who approached me secretly stepped on his foot and killed him half with his bare hands because he was quick to see and had great combat power. He tapped the horse on his front foot by himself.

Leandrodo is at his peak at eleven breaths.

I used to be a bounty hunter when I was a kid, but I didn't focus on bounties after buying good foods and putting enough money into inns.

He dealt with the narcotics and didn't claim the bounty with the body.

I can't help but feel the sting on my mane.

I opened my eyes. Living in the harsh mountain air is intertwined.

“Almost there. That's comforting. Coming from over there first. ”

The ‘Blood Eye’, which killed over a hundred travelers, appeared before my eyes.

It was a giant rat-shaped magic object lurking in the shadows, nicknamed after the hunt for Humans with bright red eyes.

Leandro gets up and puts his hand on the pouch.

At that moment, the mouse ran and swung its sword.

Three years ago, when I killed Hippogrif, I had three legs in one glass, but now I have twelve cannibalized rats scattered over the same period of time.

Ben Leandro wonders how good he really is, the monster he ate up to four times.

I waited nine and a half years.

Six months later, Garvera, who killed her, is reborn.

Do you really think I'm good enough to kill that thing?

I wanted to be as sure as possible.

Leandro remembers the old days.

I thought I was too strong to fight Humans after I took care of the fortress I used to use as a defense ballista all by myself.

< Monster…!

When I killed my boss, who was drinking blood and crushing a human head with his grip, my eyes grew tired of the horror he saw.

Even when they release the kidnapped hostages.

They see corpses scattered all over the place, flawed. I hurriedly lowered myself down to avoid making eye contact with myself, turning my face.

The more I remembered the faces of disgust and horror, the more I felt uneasy.

Two years after that.

Humans continue to move around in search of a magical object on their own, leaving them in a corner.

Leandro wanted to examine his skills more objectively.

Do you really think people are strong enough to be afraid?

In fact, wouldn't I be the one with the right sword?

Leandro decided to meet some more Humans before he entered the deep forest in the Eastern Mountains where his mother died.

I thought a renowned elite knight would be one criterion.

Leandro leads the dairy to the most famous knights in the west.

In the west, it was a very famous knight by the name of the Fang of the Sun.

Standing in the middle of a desolate desert, he enters a city called Tiruchiraphali, where he is caught in the hot sun and painted with a painting.

Headed to the front gate.

Two strong guards stand side by side, sweeping him up and down, holding out a large palm.

“Candidate for admission? If you have a letter of recommendation or a career certificate, let's take a look. ”

Leandro shakes his head.

Nothing like that.

From the seventeenth time, I went hunting for magic without checking whether there was a bounty or not.

Relationships are the innkeepers who stayed all over the empire.

Sometimes they were the only ones who rescued what was at stake.

“There's no such thing, and I don't plan on joining. ”

“Huh? Well, what for?

“I heard that the fangs of the Sun are the strongest knights in the west.I came to test my skills. ”

The guard looks at him with a confused look on his face when he first talks.

“Here. He's just a lunatic. Did you eat heat? I thought you were supposed to be amazing to walk in here like that. ”

The larger guard beside you speaks as if he were a tire.

“Kid, do you know where the finest knights in the empire are? ”

“Haven't the Silver Guardians, Spring Helmets, Dawn Lancers, and the Blue Lion Knights been mentioned before? ”

When I was a child, I had a memory I heard from my mother.

“Here in the West. ”

You stroke your chin with the slight look of security.

“Haha... I didn't go to the Capital Tournament to catch the witches, so...

In fact, our knights are the best. Go to the capital and show them what you're made of! It will prove immediately that you are the best knights in the Empire. How dare you come at me? Oh, dear. ”Leandro nods quietly.

“Good for you.”

“What? What's working? ”

“If I'm not satisfied here, I plan to go to the capital. You wouldn't have to if you were the best. ”

“Where the hell did this lunatic come from?

He falls, and Leandro taps the trained knights from the inside without pulling his sword.

“Is this it? ”

You can see that you are well trained, but it is not as difficult as dealing with magic.

I wish I was a little stronger.

I was thirsty.

I couldn't stop once.

Leandro's lips were dry.

After finishing off the three knights heading for the capital in a similar manner, the trail begins to follow.

After being thoroughly humiliated by a wanderer under the age of 20, the Knights hired expensive experts to assassinate him.

Hiding the stance was a habit of fighting all sorts of magic objects.

Nevertheless, the guys who followed me were quite skilled, but much more enjoyable than fighting knights.

An arrow flew in from time to time, laying a trap on the way, and hanging transparent wires connected to bombs on the road.

Leandro's ‘second realm’ grew wider and wider.

I was able to hull the terrain as if the third eye were open, and I could easily tell when and where an arrow was flying from.

After this week of tracking, he began hunting assassins upside down.

Screaming.

“Delicious.”

Blood flows from the steak I sliced.

It's out.

It was rumored to be a well-roasted inn, but when Leandro came to the west, he had a different direction and could not stay there.

It was a proper rest after a long time.

The chef greets you with the last dessert after the meal.

The top pierced round cake looked plump and delicious at first sight.

“How was your meal? ”

“Very good. ”

“You have to hold it with both hands.” The white-haired chef lifted slightly underneath the cake as if to set an example. Then, he grabbed a looped knife covered in cake and straightened his arm and stabbed him in the neck.

He didn't give me strength, he didn't make a sound. The sincere expression remained the same as the chef who was still looking at the customer's reaction. It was less than 20 centimeters away, so I didn't have time to twist or bend over.

Bang!

At that moment, I wrapped the tip of the blade around the fork in my hand and put it on the table.

The chef closes his eyes as the attack returns to failure.

If you look closely, there are too many stiff bones in his hand that are different from the cook's.

“I can't help it. ”

“You seem talented at cooking. Why don't you go out that way? ”

“If only there was a young man with your talents. Assassination wouldn't have started in the first place. ”

“The steak was really good. ”

Leandro pulls out his fork and swings the knife against the chair.

The old man died with a beautiful blue flash in his last sight.

I would have known sooner if I'd been poisoned. It was a reward for the old man who let me relax with a good meal for a while.

So the assassin, called "illusion of welcome," disappeared from the continent.

After hunting down the last of the assassins, Leandro makes his way into the capital without hesitation.

The goal was one.

The Blue Lion Knights.

It was a famous knight that my mother had told me about since I was a child.

Finding the Knights building was easy.

An elaborate lion statue made of white marble, and a glorious shield and sword decorated with gold were attached to a high wall.

If the size of the building was enough to determine the strength of the Knights, we could expect more.

Leandro walks straight through the front gate again.

However, the guards guarding the entrance completely blocked the entrance.

I did not even have the procedure to ask for a letter of recommendation or career.

Other places let the guards go to see what excites them.

However, as I approached the front gate, ten guards gathered and pointed at the spear.

However, ten people gathered again as they held on without leaving, and some pointed their bows at the high fence.

After hanging out with the assassins for a few weeks, I was a little embarrassed that rumors about myself had already spread here.

But it didn't seem that way when I asked who it was.

“I'm not here to fight you. Tell the Knight Leader to prepare for a duel. ”

Of course, there have been no high expectations for the experience so far.

“Get out of here, you twisted bastard. ”

One of the guards surrounds him stabs a spear in the back of his leg.

The other guards pull their spears back, as if they were stabbing into a space where Leandro was avoiding.

“Do you usually stab people? ”

As he breathes his breath into the world, the guard who stabbed his spear sits there, his hands stiffened, dropping his weapon.

“Huff, huff! ”

Others stumble, staggering a few moves, and some even fall to the ground.

Ping, ping, ping! Ping!

Those who point their bows at the wall let their hands loose, releasing their arrows into the air.

“Step aside.”

“Ah, yes! Yes!”

The guards nod in horror.

It was not until a long time after I entered the big and colorful building that I felt popular.

"The Knights. Is that right? ’

You hear no slamming, no slamming.