Trinitas Mundus - The Story of Saint Knight Ray

Oct. 7, 9 p.m.

The Stellas were approaching a distance of about seventy meters to the Orcs' command - where the Tamers were.

The place hits just opposite the entrance to the narrow road where the advance party is fighting, on a gentle sloping hill.

"I'll snipe from here. 'Cause I can guess from here."

Stella argues with the word.

"From here, I approach alone. If you find him, take him down with a sniper. That's more certain..."

"Stella, this is an order. The commander of this unit is me. Besides, it's impossible for you to get out of those orcs without being noticed. You know that, don't you?

Stella had herself sacrificed herself to cause confusion, during which time she was thinking of letting her commander die with an Alberic arrow.

(If I can find it, the commander will give instructions. That makes it clear... if Master Alberic's arm can shoot enough at this distance... why don't you forgive me?

"I like you. And about you, too, Ray. So I don't like to be dying here. Trust my arm. And by now, Ray, you must be thinking something. [M] Stella, why don't you believe me about you, too, Ray?

Stella opens her eyes to see if she has been poked in the void by the word. And he smiled and nodded, quietly beginning to prepare for battle.

(This guy is right. I have to believe in Master Ray, too. I want to see you again. We need to go home alive for that too......)

Alberic gets up slowly, exhales quietly, and sets up a long bow.

In his eyes, he sees an enemy commander-like demon clan - a medium ghost clan - holding his breath and carefully aiming.

(I guess it's just one chance. I don't have a second shot because I can lay low if I don't decide with one blow. If you shoot him, it's great, you can just do damage. After that, we escape into the woods behind us to divide our enemies...)

Clouds begin to hang on the moon, and darkness becomes darker.

Alberic is uncomfortable and, as usual, squeezes his strong bow and releases an arrow at the behest of the enemy commander.

The sound of the shrub emitted by the arrow wings echoes in a quiet meadow.

Lenzi, kneeling beside him, sounded like a wind cut so loud that the storm blew through.

After a moment of silence, a groaning voice of anguish from within a group of enemies and the anger of the orcs sprang up shortly thereafter.

Alberic immediately gives instructions to the four of them.

"I'm running away! Once you're in the woods behind you, one by one, you're not surrounded by your enemies."

The four nodded without a voice, checking behind them, running for the woods about 500 m away.

A group of orcs who were patrolling run out to notice them and turn around.

Are the orcs a warning, Gah! He raises the roar over and over again and wields a stick.

At a point two hundred m to the woods, the orcs succeeded in turning around in front of them, lifting their sticks and waiting for the alberics coming towards them.

"Lazareth! Berta! To my left and right! Renzi hangs the feint and goes through it! Stella throws a sword! I'm coming!"

Lazareth enters the right side of Alberic, pulls out two swords, and precedes him.

The three oaks that were in front of him wave the stick at the same time trying to beat him, but when the long sword on Lazareth's right hand flashes, the blood vessels of the two necks are severed and yet another oak's face is plunged into the rapier. Rapier pierces the left eye of the oak precisely, and the oak squatts with a growl resembling a scream.

Lazareth, momentarily powerless of the three oaks, circled behind the oaks, slashing and tearing them apart one after another.

Both Alberic and Berta bury the oak in front of them, and Renzi and Stella's combination also renders the two oaks powerless.

In about ten seconds on time, defeating ten oaks, they fled straight into the woods.

When you enter the forest, you hide in the shadow of a tree and take a breath.

Alberic was complaining about Lasalles in his usual mild tone.

"Lazareth took a good spot for me. I was going to take down the other three."

Lazareth would look like a man, but he was asking about the results of the sniper he was worried about.

"What about Al? Did you kill the enemy commander?

Alberic has a face that he wonders.

"I think I hit it, but I don't know if it's fatal. For once, I could confirm where I fell."

Renzi issued a warning to the two people who spoke freely.

"About twenty, no, thirty orcs, I'm coming over here! What do you want to do?

"I'll go deeper. Lazareth and I will draw the enemy, so the three of them attack from behind. You don't have to kill me. More, just make the orcs bark like they're coming this way."

The five took the orcs and proceeded to the back of the woods.

Yurki Bindler thought he was in a safe place far from the enemy formation.

As he was giving instructions to his two men, suddenly, a shock struck him in the shoulder and he fell to be blown away.

(What?! Ugh!)

He couldn't figure out the reason for the shock and unconsciously said, "Ghah! I was just screaming."

Immediately afterwards, a severe pain thrust through my left shoulder through my brain, finally grasping the fact that I had been sniped with a bow.

On his left shoulder, an arrow pierced deep and the arrow was broken in the middle due to the impact of a fall.

In such a dazzling pain, he was screaming that there was an enemy ambush unit.

"And it's the enemy! There's a bowman lurking! Steady the perimeter! Find the enemy and destroy him!

One of Tamers approaches him and pulls through an arrow.

Yurki was about to lose his mind in the pain, but soon he shook his temper and stood up.

At that time, a large orange ring of flowers opens in front of them, and the roar of Doon pokes them in the ear.

Not while I was wondering what was going on, the noise rose from the enemy formation and the battle intensified all at once.

"Shit! Is that a positive move? What's the aim?

One of Tamer's going to give him first aid, but he's too far away to grasp the situation on the front line.

Yurki orders Tamer to run to the front-line unit and report on the enemy's situation.

"Pull the oaks and check the situation on the front line. If you seem to be being pushed, cooperate and push back. What, the last scratch?"

In an attempt to execute that order, I asked Tamer, who ran out,

"Watch out for enemy snipers!

With that said, he was thinking about the enemy's aim.

(What's the enemy after? The power must be at the bottom already. Impossible and offensive won't last long......)

So I remembered the pain in my shoulder and realized that the enemy's aim was my life.

(My life is for you! Surely you would think that no matter how much you kill an orc, it's not obvious. In that case, it is self-evident that you will come to defeat me, the general. Perhaps there are other enemies of the earlier bowmen......)

And as I feel the pain in my shoulders, I realize that it is only by chance that I live.

(If it was a few more cm, they were shooting through my neck... what would I do? Even if you are afraid of sniping and solidifying your defense, you will only benefit your enemies. But if we harden up around him, the assassins will be after us. The Orcs can't detect signs of a skilled assassin. Wingman, no, if you're also a little devil, things have changed... until the morning when it gets bright, refrain from attacking and consolidate your protection...)

He gave instructions to Tamer, and once he had the oaks down, he decided to let them build walls around themselves.

Hamish instantly grasped that confusion had arisen in the enemy.

"The enemy is confused! We're taking the offense! Ray! If you can do magic, do it!

Ray said, "Roger that!," he exclaims, and begins to cast a magical spell of fireworks.

"Ignis, God of Fire, God of Fire who burns everything down. Give me the Great Ring of Fire... The Great Ring of Peony!"

Orange fireballs fly with Hulhur with the spell.

He thought about flying farther than usual, aiming a hundred meters ahead.

The orcs fighting on the front line are blinded for a moment by the orange fireballs flying overhead, but when there is no harm to them, they immediately regain consciousness in the fight.

Shortly afterwards, the battlefield sparkles orange for a moment, and soon the roar of Dawn echoes.

Ray had made the explosion altitude considerably lower, so it looked more like an orange dome to the eyes of the prostitutes than a peony flower.

Ray had slightly misplaced feelings about the magic of the fireworks he had used for the first time in the dark.

(That's pretty. If I spread this, I could have a magic fireworks show... no, I didn't have time to think about that right now. We need to focus on the fight......)

The orcs look back simultaneously at the sound and the light coming from behind.

As if waiting for that timing, the prostitutes, led by Hamish, began their assault on the oak.

"Assault! The enemy is confused! Kill as much as you can! But don't go in there!

to his order, "" Ooh!! "" The roar is returned.

And to drive out the orcs standing in the front, the soldiers whipped at their tired bodies and began their march.

With enough fighting, he can defeat the Orcs on the front line, but as reinforcements soon emerge, Hamish orders a lift.

Following his orders, the prostitutes will be raised to the line, but the pursuit of the wary enemy will not come.

"What do you mean? What happened to the enemy?

Someone's whining was representing the inside of everyone.

Ray was thinking about the situation.

(Mr. Alberic's sniping was successful? Maybe he could have killed the enemy commander. Or did you let him suffer major injuries? Either way, you should get some rest while you're on guard)

His shouts echo as Ray tries to advance to Hamish.

"Something seems to have happened to the enemy commander. I'm gonna take a break while I'm on guard. Squad four is on alert, squad five is on standby. Others don't mind lying down. But keep your weapons with you!

After years of experience, Hamish realized something had happened to the enemy's chain of command and decided to give him immediate instructions.

Inspired that Ray was just the commander of the war, he brought it to the right rock to restore his magic.

October 8th, midnight.

The ambushed Alberic and five others were under the obstinate pursuit of the oak.

Tamer, who thought he would be defeated by about ten, divided a hundred orcs into five squads and began searching the woods in twenty units.

The five of us are good at hiding the signs, but we can't trace the oaks, who are already heavily exposed to their return blood and sensitive to the smell of blood.

We had already fought several battles and the fatigue of the five had reached its peak.

After they had shaken off their enemies, they were taking a break, trying to bring them to the trees.

"That's awkward, this is... Lazareth, is there any good wisdom?

"If you have good wisdom, I'm telling you. But it's time for the limit. What do you want to do?

"Right. I just have to run under the wind... let's split it up"

When everyone has no choice, they give up and nod with their faces.

"I divide it between me and Berta, Lazareth, Renzi and Stella. You can go back in formation, you can keep heading east, either north or south. I'll leave you to Lazareth. Anyway, it's important that we're alive. Remember that."

When Alberic said so, he rose with Berta and walked south.

Lazareth, who was left, looked a little troubled.

"Of all this, I'm the best, the night doesn't work. I'll leave you guys to it. Which way do I go?

Renzi sees Stella.

"Stella, you're the best at these things. You give me directions."

Stella looks surprised, but nods quickly.

"Okay. Master Alberic has gone south, so let's keep heading east. 'Cause this one's better under the wind."

The three whipped at their tired bodies and started walking east again.

Thirty minutes later, the Stellas, caught up by the Pursuit Squad, were fighting dead to twenty oak opponents in the dark.

"Dear Lazareth, I went one to the right! Lady Renzi, watch your back!

Not to say that the night's eye doesn't work, but as an adventurer since his youth, Lazareth, who has fought repeatedly in the dark, almost waves his sword by account and buries the oak.

But even the moonlight, in the woods blocked by the trees, cannot afford to follow its fellow citizens.

Renzi, who is inferior in combat, has lost his bragging agility and is gradually hunted down due to a battle fatigue that spans two days.

(It sucks. What are we gonna do now?

In a hurry she tried to break through the oak's siege net forcefully after damaging one orc.

"Danger!"

Stella's scream woods in the woods.

Renzi slashed down the oak and jumped into its open hole. But beyond that, there was an oak shaking up a stick. The enemy he slashed down created a blind spot and was not in her eyes.

Renzi twisted her body aggressively, trying to avoid the blow of the oak's full body.

The swinging stick clashes to the ground as she plunders her left leg.

Along with the sound of saying Don, the earthen smoke rose and Oak lost sight of Renzi for a moment.

She hurts her left leg, but leaves the spot as she rolls with her sword poked at the defenseless flank of the oak.

Renzi said, "I did it. I got hit in the left leg," he said, standing up with his sword on his cane.

And he turned to Lazareth, who fights in the darkness, and said, "I'm not going to get away with this anymore. Please get out of that gap because I will be the one," he said with a lonely grin.

"Don't go too fast! Stella, how many more are there!

Stella quickly counted with her eyes and said, "There are more than ten! scream."

Lazareth seemed desperate for that number, but had ordered Stella to go to help.

"Damn it! Follow Renzi! I'll open the breakthrough!

"Mr. Lasalles, don't be impotent and run. Stella, this is an order. Escape with Mr. Lasalles."

"But..."

"In this darkness, I have command over you. I can give you more precise instructions than Mr. Lazareth, who I can't see. Don't you?"

Stella hesitates for a moment, but immediately nods "yes".

"I attract the orcs. Whatever you do, protect Mr. Lasalles. You got it."

Lazareth's voice, "Renzi, don't be hasty," reaches her, but Stella waves her sword, "Okay!" He was screaming.

"Stella, I didn't hate you. It was fun working with you. Go home to your favorite Ray at all costs. You got it."

Renzi says so in what can be described as a gentle tone, rather than the usual thrusting tone, pounding Stella's head and smiling.

Confirming Stella snorts, she turns to the orcs and says, "Pig bastards! I'll deal with you! Call me!," he exclaimed, plunging into the middle of a group of enemies.

The orcs, waiting in the back row, react to Renzi's voice and move towards her in unison.

Stella joined Lazareth and said, "It's now. Follow me," he said, cleaving the stomping oak and opening the bloodpath.

She said Renzi's "Die!," he leads Lazareth and runs through the woods, listening to the screams and growls of the oak.

From her back, I could hear Renzi's disconnect, but without looking back, he was running through the woods.

But there were tears in her eyes, and her expression was distorted in agony.