From a terminal Soldier to Monarch - Chapter 264

“Tapa!”

The elf cries out.

It was the language of the North Continent, but even Technologies knew the word. I said kill him.

You can’t afford to say anything else in a situation like this.

It was unnecessary, but I heard it and the tech reacted.

Measuring the weight and shape of the dagger in each hand, the skill pulls back and bends its knees with its left foot raised.

The ground and slanted soles turned to Lind’s brother.

“Put your hands together. ”

As Tequila speaks, Lind’s sister crosses her arms in front of her body.

Tequila’s knees were bent with her feet flat.

Hook.

I felt a heavy feeling. The opposite foot on the central axis pressed against the floor.

Millin Lynd’s sister flies back. It was a bird, but it was a chicken.

“Ahh! Awesome! ”

Flying around saying, “What a great woman.”

‘It’s abnormal.’

Saying things like that, rather than being afraid, caused me to doubt the woman’s mental state.

At the same time, I remembered what Lind said about his sister growing up quite harshly.

“Rough?”

As she flies, she balances in the air and rolls the floor trying to fall.

It wasn’t rough and rough, it was a trained gesture.

He was a specialist in gymnastics because he didn’t handle weapons.

Tequila has lost interest there.

Life pierced my skin. Tequila rolls sideways, reflexively.

It was not meaningless evasion.

The short arrow plunges into the spot where he was.

It was a kind of throwing arrow.

The tequila rolls one more time while it rolls, and as soon as the foot touches the ground, it raises itself with knee elasticity.

The eyes of the fairy all followed their own.

The place where the tech stood was where the fairy had to look at him directly in line.

The elf at the far right was a great vision shield.

The skill rushes in, excluding two fairies.

The distance between the elf and the skill reaches the dagger just by hitting the ground once.

The elf on the far right suddenly faces the sword alone, but without panic, he picks up his jab and stabs it three times.

It was a fairytale swift move.

After turning his head to the side and checking the rest of the sword’s trajectory, he avoided cutting off the edge of his shirt.

It was a trick to avoid one piece of paper apart.

He pulls the blade vertically over the blade of the jab, which he stabs and retrieves.

Tidydiding!

The jab pulls and the dagger clashes chaotically.

The fire poops, and the elf pulls out his sword at once and stabs it again.

Nice try. The dagger was slammed with more strength than before, making it slower.

Thung! The jab goes down and the elf’s arms open.

Tequila hides her hand in her chest with the other dagger and stabs it up from underneath. Hiding the blade, you see only the moment of attack.

The dagger remains in the neck of the fairy.

The skill gives up the dagger in the fairy’s neck and breaks the jab in its grip.

Puck.

The jab drops as the dead elf’s grip loosens. Tequila grabbed it from the air.

Now there’s a dagger in your left hand and a jab in your right.

There was no time to rest.

You point two crossed weapons in front of you, and the fairy weapon flies away.

The edge of the jab, where the sharp blade stands, is the armory’s blade.

It used to be a weapon like this.

The elf has excellent fuselage vision and excellent motor skills, so he used this weapon to rest.

Of course, technology could do the same. Though unfamiliar in weight and shape, the skill skillfully deflects and shields the jab’s thick blade.

Thydydiding!

Three fairies attack twelve times. Tequila surrenders to the rhythm, tricking the pushing enemy, aiming for a gap, and using the thick jab’s blade, she strikes the weapon with the dagger.

I’m fine!

Weapons destruction, something I used to do in my teens. Tsing and the dagger bounced off the fairy’s hand.

The torn elf grips the auxiliary weapon on its waist without changing its expression.

It was a short sword.

Tsh-ying. Even before the fairies pulled out their swords.

Tequila throws a dagger in her left hand.

A dagger is inserted into the cautious elf’s neck due to its spacing.

No one would have thought to throw it.

Using his guard, technically, he induced his guard and killed them both, grabbing the jab with both hands.

Thump! Thump!

The gap that followed the aggressive attack came as he expected.

Once in the head, once in the chest.

And a swinging fist to the thigh.

Tequila easily stopped it.

Nymphs use technology, not strength. They’re easier opponents to kill than Orcs.

After all, the elf who attacked him was about to stick out his tongue.

He was as talented as looking one inch ahead.

“Function.”

The elf mutters in Central Continent.

It was a muttering soliloquy feeling special to its ability.

Tequila was kind.

“Experience.”

It is a result of many years of experience and training.

The elf’s pupils falter.

At the same time, the elf’s arm flexes.

The result of the sweet vise. He picks up his jab and stabs you horribly.

The skill can’t take advantage of its speed and strength as it fights against the opposition with the vice.

The skill shortens the alignment and blocks the opponent’s sword with the jab’s side.

Boom! Land! I’m fine!

My grip trembles. within the expected range.

Tequila loosens her grip instead of giving it strength, then rides the beat.

If you don’t have enough strength, you can take away the timing.

The dagger of the skill dances through the cracks of the stabbing.

It was a dance that mocked the duel.

Ta-da-da!

Five fireballs protrude between the two. One of the other fairies steps in and retreats.

The skill slams the sword from top to bottom.

Jab was a sword specialized in stabbing. Suddenly, a violent slash was unexpected.

The elf holds his sword parallel to the ground and stops it. It was a great reflex.

And Tequila twists her punching sword. The muscles scream.

Without vice, he had to tighten the muscles in his arms.

The moment his innumerable training muscles and mind merged to reach the sword of the skill, he rode off into the air of his sword.

Flow, the flowing sword turns into a stabbing from a slash.

The fairy was inevitable.

His head is bent, but he can’t stop the sharp blade from piercing through his clavicle.

The sound of the bone breaking rang out.

You put the jab in, and the tackle retreats.

It was bloodshed, fighting.

My right arm trembles.

“… I believe. Nails.”

A fairy who remains in a cool continental language said.

“That’s what everyone says. ”

Tequila gasps as she breathes. If you kill the vice knight without the vice, you’ll say so right away.

He narrows the streets.

The elf rebelled, but the fight was short.

With his jab in his stomach, the elf sighs.

“Hehe.”

It was barely breathing.

“You fight really well. ”

Lynd’s sister mutters in the background.

“Bring Lynd’s weapon and follow me. ”

Tequila speaks and goes upstairs with the elf. I grabbed my right hand as I went up and straightened it to check my muscles.

I felt the pain going away, but it wasn’t enough.

The skill only goes upstairs with its left hand. As he passes, red blood spills out.

While you’re at it, you find where Lind is being held.

Closed visits, spilling life. Fighting noise.

Tequila kicks the door with her elf between her legs.

I swooped in and split the door.

The skill goes in ahead of the fairy.

Phew! Phew!

A throwing dagger flew in and plunged it into the elf’s eye.

The man who could barely breathe died without screaming. You throw a limp corpse and pull out the jab that was stuck in your belly, and you see a fairy with a lower beauty than Alice.

Of course, it was the standard of technology.

“Vise Knight? ”

“Experience.”

Tequila said the same thing below.

Lind is holding on to the dagger, and the elf is skillfully holding on to the jab and pressuring him.

And Tequila was blocking the door.

Fairy judgment was swift.

He was bitten backwards by a strong stab wound to Lynd.

With your left foot on the ground, you swoop into tequila.

Tequila didn’t panic.

He wields his sword calmly, trying to assess the strength of his enemies.

After that, Lind throws the dagger.

The elf swings his sword, throwing its body to the side, to see if it could not be ignored.

From the very beginning, the sword of the skill that was aiming for the enemy’s weapon and the sword of the fairy collided.

I’m fine!

As the noise rang, he felt the weight in his hands become empty.

You see a jab halved by a broken weapon, and a blade halved to the ceiling.

Destroy it in a single blow? ’

I feel a heavy shock in my grip. Tequila was pushed aside from the door due to the impact and then prepared for the next attack.

But I was never there.

“He’s gone.”

Lind says in the back.

‘Clever.’

Tequila admires you. She decides she has no chance of winning, but she clears the way and runs.

“Lynd!”

Then Lind’s sister walks in through the open door. In her hands were snow and bows.

The fairy was careless.

I believed I could catch Lynd, and I did.

In fact, if Lynd was alone, he’d be dead.

So he brought two assistants.

Lynd rises up.

‘I didn’t use a second accomplice. ’

It was a gain.

“Let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“Let’s go home after work. ”

It’s been two months since Chris left.

It was about the same time Lind was here.

As he breathes, Lynd thinks:

Ansing Lisones, the sage of green eyes, wonders how he is feeling right now.

It wasn’t a very good feeling.

* * *

I couldn’t get Angling to feel as good as Lynd thought.

“Well, I got beat up pretty good. ”

His face is old, but his voice is clear. It’s a small hut. Gudrun grabs both ears and pulls them apart with a stone table between them.

It was a funny sight, but it wasn’t funny to them.

It was proof that it was so painful that I wanted to pull my ears out.

“That’s enough.”

If you pull out your ears like that, you’ll have no ears left.

Angling forgave her mistake.

It was a plan she put in place and operated.

Well, there was something left.

Verification of knight-grade power.

All it takes is the power of a man named Chris Fraunmoont.

It was a shame I couldn’t confirm that.

‘There’s nothing he can’t do. ’

Ansing draws three scenarios in his mind as Gudrun takes his hands off his ears.

‘Invalidate magic. ’

Then send another wizard. There should be enough wizards to invalidate the artifact.

‘Beautiful.’

With the exception of Orcs, the elf’s appearance satisfied the reckless mood of the races.

It is the truth that men are weak to women.

In fact, vengefulness has killed many humans with beauty.

‘Assassination and ambush. ’

If not one, send the bag in two, if not two, three, if not three, ten, and if not ten.

No one has any business.

The second most convenient, of course.

However, the rumor that he was mutilated was not the way to do it.

‘It doesn’t work. ’

I was convinced he was a man on the outside.

I can also consider the first one, but if it was magic, the variable was too large.

The opponent should be considered to have at least five floors of vice knights surrounded by artifacts.

And how do we do that?

There were people on the North Continent who specialized in this sort of thing.

He’s never been alone on more than five floors of vice knights on the continent.

How many times have I been scattered to lure Goodrun into a trap?

‘Time’s a-wastin’. ’

Angling judges, and immediately opens his mouth.

“Goodrun.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll give you a bag of Shadow Grass, kill him and come back. ”

If I didn’t have to use my head, I could just kill him with my strength. Sometimes, Angling realizes that simple is the surest way.

“Yes.”

Gudrun obeys. He hasn’t been back for less than an hour, but she leaves immediately.

“On my way, I’ll find a second. ”

According to Angling, Gudrun leans forward, holding his ear. Ansing waves his hands after her.

Then he looked at what he had said.

‘Number two.’

It was an intuition that at least two of his three daughters should come together.

Chris Fraunmoont was too big. Angling sends a Gudrun and writes a letter.

A magical assassination squad called Shadow Grass.

It was a letter wishing to be sent to them.

At the end, he added a few lines of text.

Angling was always prepared for the rear. When he felt anxious, he never lost his rest. So I did it again.

He has requested four more fairy warriors.

* * *

The trail of battle remains intact. Well, the mayor who’s in charge of this land will take care of it.

It didn’t take that long to get up in front of the palace, but no one came in or out at this time.

There are some guards in the commotion, but soon they move to report and only one of them looks at me and asks.

“They attacked. ”

Digo replies briefly and the guard looks embarrassed.

Looking at this mess, I can’t even dare to come and send it.

“You may go. ”

It was the knight who guided me. He looks around and says,

“Of course.”

There was no need to stall.

Digo says as he walks into the inn.

“How about a duel? ”

It means that my body rolled up.

“No. ”

I had work to do.

“If you’re bored, untie Barnes and help him sleep. ”

A man sleeps well when he sweats.

Digo understood me very quickly.

When I returned to the inn, I saw the owner of the crouching pair on the table.

Digo went inside; so I sat in front of the innkeeper.

He woke up and opened his eyes.

“I can’t eat at this hour. ”

But if you give him a dime, he’ll make you the best dinner the world has ever seen.

Well, I didn’t intend to.

“Let’s use the kitchen. ”

He made an impression.

“Well, anyone can come into the kitchen….”

When he finished, he took out three silver coins and rolled them vertically in front of him.

The silver coin rolls with Degur.

“You’re no one, my friend. That too, very close. ”

The innkeeper was pleasant.

“Thank you.”

I talked and went into the kitchen. I noticed a few fireplaces that I had made for the fire and a clean trimmed bowl.

Master, it’s not as clean as it looks.

I took out my prepared pork ribs while going around the market during the day.

I put water in the cauldron and placed it on top of the furnace.

I put pork ribs in as I watched the water boil in my arms.

Lather and pour with a ladle because the pot is full of water.

I put in some herbs and caught it.

After boiling for a few hours, I collected the thick broth on one side and pulled out the cooked ribs and tore them with my hands.

“Aha, rise. ”

After I finished roughly everything, I only came out of the kitchen after mixing the spices in the kitchen with a few of the spices I prepared.

I didn’t feel sleepy, but it was bedtime.

I got up one night, went back into the kitchen, finished what I was doing yesterday, and Diego was waiting for me.

“Are you leaving now? ”

“Yes.”

I was about to ask you to go get the Wizard in the morning.

This bear knight didn’t usually ask me what I was doing well.

He acted as if believing and following was his duty.

Then don’t look at me like that.

Why are you boiling meat in a cauldron all of a sudden? It was a look.

My most recognizable continent.

“You know what’s most important when dealing with people? ”

I asked.

Digo blinks. I said without waiting for an answer.

“You need to know what he hates most and what he likes most. ”

I spoke and took off my apron.