Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

“Okay, let's go. ”

I could tell how he was feeling.

He seemed to know how I felt.

A cub trapped in a trap with a small body. I feel like I have a strong desire to run.

I had to keep going up to get away anyway.

Daglac!

Chug, chug, chug!

I ran up the mountain.

Detection remained active. As the group grows, you become more concerned about the dangers of staying in all parts of the mountain.

About thirty minutes after that.

Tiring!

[Increases the likeness of Baby Wolf Skeletons!]

[10 > 11]

Whether it was because I ran with him or not, my liking went further.

Three hours?

I wonder how far up they go.

[Increases Favorability!]

[13 > 14]

One day, his appeal was up to 14.

Dallac.

He sat on the floor for a moment, whether he thought he was on the run or not.

I hugged the guy who sat down.

He's grinding his teeth like they're nuclear.

It's like something's in your heart.

Or it felt like the hard freeze was loosening up a bit.

I stood at the edge of a strange emotion and looked around.

‘I don't know where. ’

It was the first place I came. I definitely felt different temperatures below. I walk around calmly.

After a ten-minute walk, you see a large building a few hundred meters away.

It wasn't just a cabin.

You stack the axle on the sloped ground with trimmed stones. That's a lot of work.

A hard-looking duplex is built on a flat axis.

‘Cabin. Is it? ’

Might be a good place to hide.

On a scale, it looks like a place used by the six hunters who went down earlier.

If it's where they use it, it'll be empty for a few days. At least today, I think it's okay to hide here.

Troll hunting doesn't happen overnight. If you run into them, the best hunters are usually torn apart.

Must be prepared for quite a long time.

Identify and lure the route.

You'll need a trap attached to some heavily rooted trees.

Nor is there a large number of people living in one mountain. If you've hunted one today, I'll sell blood and play for a few days.

Tick-tock, tick-tock!

As I approached the cabin, the wolf skeleton slammed into it. It seemed to be sending a warning.

Is it dangerous?

Grrr.

I accept his warning.

I pulled the knife from my waist. There may be Humans guarding it.

I drew my sword and approached the cabin. I followed the wolf skeleton as if it were nothing.

‘No traps. ’

The user walks slowly and meticulously through the floor and surroundings with detection skills.

Even if I had a Troll trap like before, my agility and skills wouldn't affect me now, but I couldn't hurt to be careful.

But there are no other traps set in the ground. There didn't seem to be any ambushers. If he's lying dead somewhere, it's gonna be hard to figure out.

The closer you get to the cabin, the more it smells. Soon I realized who it was. It was in the blood.

‘This is why. ’

I remember the wolf sending a warning. But I didn't feel dangerous. My gut was still telling me to go into the cabin.

A Hunter's Lair will be full of useful goods.

It is likely that there are small portable traps or weapons.

If you're lucky enough to have a hunting journal, you'll find out if you really hunted Trolls and how you dealt with them.

I climbed up the ladder onto a pile of rocks.

A steel lock hangs on the door that appears to be extremely thick. I stood in front for a moment and focused. There's still no sound inside.

I held the Master's sword up.

At two feet apart, the blade is drawn down sharply.

Saints!

Kang!

The iron is cut out with a spark. The two broken-down locks fall to the floor.

It's thick and big, but it's just a lock in a rural cabin. The imperial commander has no chin to keep from being cut off by an undersword.

I glance at the broken lock that falls to the ground. There was no alarm magic.

‘Well, magic isn't uncommon. ’

Two weeks ago, I came across these absurd creatures in succession. Two Azura wizards.

Necromancers that lead thousands of legions.

A gray knight torn from the air.

Thanks to this, my sense of reality seemed to be quite broken.

I thought I was coming to my senses, and pulled on the big door handle.

Ew. Ew.

The thick door opens with a strange sound. I stepped inside.

It was dark inside the cabin.

A windowless structure surrounded by thick walls.

It's a cold autumn day outside.

It was cold and dark in the cabin.

He went inside with his sword drawn, but it still wasn't very popular. It was definitely empty.

Moon, Moon, Moon!

The wolf skeleton following you seems to want to growl. However, only the bones remained, so the sound did not sound right.

I looked at him, and there was a small, sparkly spear above his head.

[Baby Wolf Skeleton: Due to the shaman's connection, some traits have been preserved.

Demonstrates a sensitive sense of smell.]

You see a message that seems to guide you.

However, it was not difficult to smell even if I was not sensitive.

The stench of bitter blood adds a sticky, unknown smell to it.

The smell was from the second floor.

You grope around. There's a lamp on the table a few steps away from the door.

Next to the lamp is a small barrel. The flame is extinguished, but the flame remains.

Bloop!

The lamp lights up, and the dark room is dimly lit.

The room was wider than I expected.

Even with the table in the middle,

It was large enough for five or six people to enjoy a relaxed conversation.

There was stuffed stubble hanging from the head of an animal on the wall. Bears, wolves, and deer only have their heads stuffed.

You look inward. Between the fireplaces, two large trolls roar toward each other. I was flawed for a moment.

But they don't move.

It was just awkward and stiff.

A pair of Trolls glare at each other with a glare of glass.

‘That's him. ’

The one on the left was familiar. It was unforgettable.

With all the scratches on the inside, the preservative was filled with moist cotton, but the thick arms and ugly appearance remained. Six hunters and the one who tore and tore me apart.

The one on the right was smaller in size. The ecology of the trolls indicated that the left was female and the right was male.

Troll females and males form a lifelong bond. Only one opponent is selected to trust and protect each other.

The user's mate dies, but it doesn't change its lover. If he was killed,

I've dedicated my life to revenge.

I thought I knew what was going on. The male troll would have been caught and stuffed first.

For someone who is divided, it is quite appropriate to divide the enemy body into several pieces.

I'd like to protest the vengeance that got me and Rubia involved.

Anyway, in this timeline, her revenge failed.

Bloop!

One lamp made it a little dark.

You set the fireplace on fire. A small breeze lifts and a speck of dust rises. The room became brighter.

The word 'Troll Family' on the wall caught my eye.

Family?

I took a closer look at the Troll female who smashed me. You can see the strength of the coil in detail. It appears to be a stab wound from a spear hanging from the air.

It seemed like a long time since they had been stuffed together. I was curious.

Then why does it smell like blood? ’

Moon, Moon, Moon!

A wolf skeleton quickly wags its bony tail in front of the stairs. It sounds like it's about going to the second floor.

There were many things I hadn't looked at in detail yet, but I left the first floor for a while.

I walked up the stairs to the second floor.

The blurry round light illuminated the view of the second floor. The source of the smell was a large barrel. Inside, a barrel full of spinach was a small troll.

Is that a baby?

I looked around more. It's a little narrower than the first floor. Instead, there was a terrace going out.

I opened the door and walked out. I felt like I was pulling blood out of here. Green blood was spilled from the amber.

I remember. I remembered what I saw a few hours ago.

If it's the amount of blood from a baby troll, it fits the size of the barrel the hunters were carrying.

The phrase 'Troll Family' came to mind below.

My head was a little itchy because of the smell of preservatives.

The second floor door to the terrace was open. The dry autumn wind blows through the open door. The cabin is a little brighter.

It's a little clearer.

I didn't know until I opened the door.

The baby Troll in the preservative barrel was emitting a green light that had been vowed to him.

Did you just get hunted? ’

Green light.

It means that no more than 48 hours have passed since he died. I think the reason Humans whistled was because we managed to hunt this guy down.

Before it hardened, I left the undervalued body in the mine, soaked in preserved water, and went down.

Cheapskate.

The baby troll has been rescued from the barrel. The wet corpse is laid to the ground.

His intestines, eyes, and brain were still intact. There were no knife marks on me.

I didn't show any shy sympathy.

I reached out instead. Now there's a familiar message.

[Absorb? Y/N]

You nod.

The faint light immediately entered the bridge by riding on the body. It's over. The light fades quickly.

[Mountain adaptation Lv.1 absorbed!]

It will relax the mountain.

Increases Combat Strength in Mountain Terrain by 1.5%.

Increases Movement in Mountain Terrain by 3%.

[The ability to absorb is applied after digestion.]

[23: 59: 59 until digestion? ”.]

You stare down at the troll with no light. A man who is a baby troll is as sturdy as a tear in an instant.

However, unlike what you absorbed from the Guard Knights, neither strength nor agility will increase. The faint green light absorbs only the mountain adaptation and disappears.

My abilities are probably already more advanced than his.

‘I don't think it can be done. ’

I looked down at the corpse quietly. But it doesn't move at all.

“Raise.”

No response.

I focused a little more. I reused the senses that triggered the wolf.

There was no response. Instead, a small message appeared in the air.

[Not enough control.]

[Required Control: 35]

[Retention Control: 0/10]

It lacked a lot of control.

With a baby troll like this, the female troll who killed me would need at least 100.

It reminds me of Gizgerai, who served in thousands of armies, including Troll Skeletons.

What kind of control did he have? ’

Her power is sensational. As you take a closer look at the second floor, you see a small book beside the bed.

I felt a little glamour in the ‘placed’ book.

If you want to kill Trolls

Through the wide open door, the warm autumn sun comes in. The sun shined on the author under the title.

Cabin Ashton

"Is this him, too? ’

Oddly enough, you feel like a book by the name of Kevin Ashton is being thrown in front of you.

Maybe that's why I'm attracted to this lodge.

"Weren't you the Wizard? ’

I wondered why the Wizard wrote the book about the Trolls, but I still wondered how it got here.

I opened the book as if I were possessed.

The first page started with a very wrong sentence.

< Trolls do not learn the concept of love. It is because I already know everything from birth.

< You need to recognize this correctly in order to hunt Trolls.

< Killing the weak side of a pair makes it very easy to kill the other one. Trolls don't know how to cool revenge.

The book clearly describes how to kill Trolls.

However, when I read the lines, I accuse and sell the reader constantly.

I thought that contradiction was ridiculous.

I read to the last page of the book, focusing. There's a reward to be given.

It was time to close the book in anticipation of the message that wisdom had gone up.

I noticed one sentence that seemed to be handwritten. But I couldn't read it all.

< Be with @ # $% & § >

It was only partially recognizable.

I only have one letter like this.

"Anti-freeze?"

The writing was' distorted ’. No, no, no.

The writing itself was very thoughtful.

I just felt like I was twisting and distorting myself to look at the letters.

[Fairy tale rate drops.]

I felt dizzy. I reached out with my hands. I found the table.

[83.94%]

My level of copper defense is only 1.

But the letters that I couldn't read,

Suddenly, it began to convey its meaning.