Chapter. 11. Wizard’s Wizard (12)
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Tsk tsk!
“Whoa! It looks like it’s very difficult. Will you give up? “If you’re having a hard time, you can just lie down here.”
“Cluck, cough! Ugh…. If I ever believe that word again, I’ll leave. “After the first blow, when I lay down, he asked me if I was okay, ran up to me with a worried look on his face, and then stepped on the floor until it split in two.”
“ha ha ha. I shouldn’t have made such a fuss. As soon as Idrasil came to me, he said, ‘That man is walking around with his head exploded.’ “But there’s no way I could have died with my heart crushed, right?”
It’s crazy.
“Do you go around crushing people based on something like that? ‘You won’t die unless you destroy the core in your chest.’ What if it was something like that?”
“Um… I didn’t hear that?”
“At the point where you break it down and become certain, aren’t you disqualified as a human being?”
it’s crazy. Needless to say, this elf is crazy! The depth of 300 years must have crushed this elf’s brain like soft tofu!
It’s been 10 minutes since I unintentionally participated in my godmother’s ‘morning exercise’.
The professor desperately missed Hyde, who was currently out there trying to keep him alive.
If he had been there, he would have controlled the infectious agent and prevented the wound from healing, and he would have been able to rest comfortably and be cared for by his colleagues.
Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
At first, I just blanked out my mind and thought it was a good experience. Actually, it’s a bit scary, but it’s definitely a rare opportunity, right?
The old heroes who have lived from the previous worldview until now are the strongest hero units in the world that you would only see in the final battle at the end of the 3rd world main scenario. I thought it would be a good idea to try it now and see how much I have grown and how much more I need to grow in the future.
Until I got hit a few times.
Quad deuk!
The huge hammer, which should have been slow, swung at an invisible speed and split the wooden floor.
“You’re avoiding it quite a bit now!”
“Thanks to me for showing me that if I can’t avoid it, I’ll be defeated!”
Although the wood fragments that flew out like grenade fragments got stuck in my skin, they did not penetrate the leather like in the past, perhaps thanks to the muting process and the slightly increased durability. Well, it’s said to have civilian level durability, but the average person doesn’t get pierced by flying sawdust.
Anyway, as I was dodging a few hits, the attacks seemed a little familiar to me.
Tsk tsk!
‘come!’
First of all, that sound of wood splitting. Perhaps because he was carrying a heavy weapon, even with a light charge, the moment he hit the ground, the floor split open, signaling the start of the attack.
Whoa!
A pattern that has become familiar to the eye after being broken several times. It is a standard criticism, so the response is inevitably predictable to some extent. If you don’t dodge from a distance, your balance will be disturbed by the impact when you hit the ground.
Tsk tsk!
If you take a step ahead of time and fall, follow up and raise your left foot onto the stepping axis. Some kind of inertia or gravity prevents the hammer from escaping, but the downward attack, as if using a rapier or dagger, reverses itself for a split second and flies towards the chin.
Patter!
‘I got hit in the chest earlier here. see. ‘I can see it slowly!’
The godmother’s attack resembles a sword technique rather than a retreat technique. It’s not just regular swordsmanship, it’s swordsmanship used by elves.
As a race that lacks archer abilities, it falls short in close combat, so it is a swordsmanship based on shock and retreat to increase the distance from the approaching opponent.
The godmother was using it as that ignorant battle hammer. If you get hit, you deliver a jab that kills you, and if the opponent flinches from the impact, instead of retreating, you charge in and force them to be shocked again!
‘The attack itself is moving as a preliminary motion for the next attack. I swung upwards. Now that the weapon is pulled up and the arm is raised, the next shortest distance is…’
Kwasik!
“Oh my.”
‘….elbow!’
The moment the bluestone-hard wooden elbow was blocked by the black left arm, the godmother’s eyes lit up, and the moment the elbow was blocked and the knee that flew to the side was also blocked, a wrinkle appeared on the godmother’s face, which had been full of smiles.
“….Magic?”
“I’ve accumulated some things too!”
Throw in!
The godmother’s knees were bent back significantly due to the effect of the Blood Armor, which converts the impact into propulsion. My upper body had already dug inward and was out of the impact point of the battle hammer. Finally, the right to attack came back to me. Finally, after being beaten and turned into a mess, finally!
“Obviously, you said you don’t leave personal feelings behind!”
Wow!
A terrifying muscle-squeezing sound escapes from the fist filled with power, and the young white light flies towards the old elf’s face in a perfect path.
A fist attack that uses a larger physique and reach to press down in a situation where the arms and legs are controlled. In a battle that unfolds like a flash battle in a split second, read the opponent perfectly and catch them off guard!
Sooooooo!
In an extremely heightened sense, a white fist tears the air,
‘I’m in!’ That’s when the thought passes through my mind.
“…That’s a bit harsh.”
Whoops!!!!
With my godmother’s low voice, my body was already flying in the sky. Not my godmother, but me.
‘why? Obviously… I was holding on to it perfectly. Even now, my godmother’s arm is in my hand…!’
the sky is yellow It’s not just a colloquial expression; it’s bright yellow like a real forsythia.
The yellow powder that had seeped into my eyes without my knowledge was blocking my vision, and all the joints, including my arms and legs, were stiff enough to impede movement along with a tingling sensation.
Knock!
That sound again. With the sound of kicking the ground, I saw in my blurry vision the image of Godmother approaching me and raising her hammer before my body hit the ground. He smiles so much that his teeth are exposed, and swings a huge battle hammer with his own intact arm instead of his broken wooden arm. The heat, a mixture of the joy and frenzy of battle, approached like a mountain in my half-obscured vision.
Ah, he died.
Buwaaaaaaa!
At that time, my field of vision was filled with a lump of lumpy mineral that seemed to really want to kill me, approaching me without any restraint.
Tang tang tang tang!
Kwajijijijijijik!
I heard a sound like a pot being struck from below, and a hammer missed my head just in time.
Crack, patter, patter.
The yellow powder-like thing that filled my eyes began to disappear like a lie.
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….gulp.
As soon as my vision recovered, I noticed a hammerhead stuck right next to my temple. A faint haze was rising under the cool morning air, as if it had been swung to the point where it was heated by friction between the air and the heat. If it wasn’t just a feeling but a real hit, he would have died.
“hmm. “It’s a little disappointing, but I think if we do more, meal times will become more ambiguous, so shall we stop here?”
“Damn it. In the end, I couldn’t even hit him once.”
“Hehehe. “You came all this way, having survived less than 100 years against me, and you expect more than that?”
Slurp, slurp-
As soon as she turned her back, I saw something stuck in her joints and skin coming out like a snake.
“This is… a flower? Tree trunk?”
“You have enough sense and skill, but it’s obvious that you lack experience. “You must not forget the race of the person in front of you.”
El Parna, the godmother, kicked over one of the pieces of wood that lay like sawdust on the remaining floor.
Crushed wood chips. When I lightly rubbed it with my fingertips, the outer skin came off, revealing the small, streamlined kernels inside. Smooth brown seeds.
When I saw the wood fragments lying around, I understood what the godmother had done.
The first blow, an attack that hit the floor with a big miss and debris bouncing towards me. Thinking that I had dodged the attack, I just ignored the minor wound.
“Could it be… that you didn’t hit it in vain?”
“Don’t think that what you see is everything. Wasn’t it a battle with the elves? “We should have expected attacks related to plants.”
You sound like an elf.
“Do you really put your hand on your conscience and think that you fit the word ‘elf’?”
“Hehehe. then! “More than anyone else.”
Kurrrrrr-
The professor, who was completely weakened from head to toe by the last blow, lay down on the wooden floor full of things that were either seeds or fragments. He almost burst into laughter when he saw the walls, tables, chairs, and even the kitchen growing around the wooden floor that came down as naturally as it went up.
‘Regardless of his fighting power, how can his fighting style be so vicious?’
A heavy weapon called a hammer. Pollen from plants and flowers growing on the skin.
A MEZE (crowd control, debuff) warrior who uses stiffness, restraint, and blindness.
The elven fighting technique she used was originally a terrifying monster created by adding heavy weapons to the elven swordsmanship that scatters elemental power and confuses enemies with flowers and trees.
Tie it up and fan it. The essence of ignorance unfolded with the utmost delicacy.
“Oh my gosh, Teacher Cheon, how on earth did you defeat such a monster…?”
During the anemic period, with a trembling hand, he stamped the blood that was still on his chest and left a letter on the wooden floor.
[Cheonryuje. El Parna diary story video.]
‘I have to study later. I need to see what they caught and how they did it.’
The professor, who had painstakingly left a note as if he were leaving a dying message, just stretched it out. His whole body was so weak that he didn’t want to move.
“Stop acting harshly and get up. “That’s where the bookshelf should go.”
“yep.”
Of course, it wasn’t something I could do if I wanted to. The scary elf grandmother pointed to her kitchen with her chin and ordered me to go to the river outside the village and catch a fish.
“Are there any foods to cover?”
Tdu-duk, pud-duk!
“Okay, you have to eat everything they give you.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Before I knew it, the godmother was dressed in an apron and holding a kitchen knife and grass roots in one hand.
The professor saw that the figure overlapped with the ‘Battle Frenzy Godmother’ from earlier, so he quickly ran out to the riverside.
I was so, so scared.
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“Oh oh! What a simple and beautiful house! May a new wind come and stay in the old branches. “He is said to be the Ottman Baudelaire of the Reed Flow school.”
“okay. I’m glad we can meet each other with a smile on our faces. Welcome, human wizard. “I heard you suffered from a peculiar… chronic illness after arriving in Kaneran, right?”
Around 7 o’clock in the morning. Otman, who arrived at his godmother’s cabin under Idrasil’s guidance (and a look of disdain), was busy spouting out admiration.
“Hehehe, you looked really embarrassed. “I have lived my entire life as a scholar pursuing water and flow, and when I got to see a rare spirit right in front of me, I couldn’t hold back my curiosity…”
“There’s no need to make excuses. When I was young, I was blinded and beat down several imperial wizards who were attacking me. I knew for a long time that wizards had no malicious intent. It’s like a species’ instinct. A species called ‘wizard’. There is no need to look bad at you for that. “Are you okay now?”
“Fortunately, there is someone among my colleagues who is versed in alchemy. “Right now, it’s just a little feeling of anticipation tickling my heart.”
As Otman said that, he opened the cap of the medicine bottle hanging from the hem of his robe. He said he was fine, but judging by the number of bulging reagent bottles visible on the hem of his robe as he hungrily drank the reagent, it seemed that he was holding on with the help of medicine and superhuman will rather than feeling better.
“Then, shall we just talk about what we couldn’t say while we eat? “I personally brought back memories from long ago and prepared a meal that the water magicians of the empire enjoyed eating, so I hope you can enjoy it without any pressure.”
Crack.
As the godmother tapped the table with her fingers, the professor sitting behind her quickly brought eight bowls in a very polite manner and placed them on the table.
“Why are you… why are you doing this here?”
“…Let’s talk later. “Because I’m disturbed.”
Sweet.
Since morning, Aldrich had been pouring strange drugs into his stomach and had been moving so violently that he had no strength left in his body, so it felt like his stomach was sticking to his back.
Although I was excited in the morning, there is nothing wrong with rice anyway.
As a professor who watched the food being prepared in front of me, I felt like burying my head in the bowl right now if it weren’t for my godmother noticing me.
The flesh of a freshwater fish the size of an adult’s forearm is thinly sliced, the bones are finely ground and dissolved in water infused with sour and slightly acidic herbs, the internal organs are removed with the bitter parts, and the rest is mixed with the grains and herbs that grow on the aquatic plants. Mash them together to form round rice cakes and prepare them as a garnish.
A dish made with only 12 herbs, ofrom (similar to lotus root but with dried contents), freshwater fish, and water, so complex that it would make you gasp in admiration just by looking at it from the corner of your eye while running errands.
Elven cold stew.
Honestly, I thought it was going to be really fishy. When he was given a spoonful to check the liver, he took it as if it were a game of punishment, but the moment the white, cool soup touched his tongue, it felt like he was realizing how ignorant his life had been when it came to gastronomy.
A body heated by the heat of battle and a feeling of refreshment as if washing away the fatigue. The spices, which were not too strong or too light, came to life and asserted themselves on the tip of the tongue, and the freshwater raw fish with just the right amount of flavor delighted the tongue with its unique umami, and the round garnish had the unique sweetness and chewy texture of starchy carbohydrates. , and the subtle bitter taste of intestines that had soaked in between them whetted my appetite.
A taste that feels like compensation for what was a tiring morning today.
Daemonim, who was smiling happily as she watched everyone eat well, knocked on the table to get the group’s attention when she heard the sound of scraping the bottom of the bowl.
“okay. I only vaguely heard about the external situation. Are you facing a situation that is comparable to when the dead of the past arose, and perhaps even more serious?”
also. Even though he’s stuck in the forest, he seems to be hearing news from outside.
There are very few people who come and go this far, so most of the rumors are probably coming from the mouths of spirits. Perhaps a lot of monsters appeared. Many people died, and the forest was devastated. It must be at a certain level of uncertainty.
“Yes, Old Branch. “I don’t know if you mentioned it earlier, but our group came here to improve the relationship between the two races, and the value of a helping hand in a critical crisis shines even more….”
“stop. As a wizard, I expected a concise answer. You tell me. Hero, I have declared that I will help you. “What would you like us to help you with?”
Ottman, who emptied the bowl first, answered, but as I had experienced before, the godmother was the type of person who disliked such long answers, so Ottman’s answer was immediately ignored. Instead, the baton was unintentionally passed to me, who had become quite fond of the godmother.
This is what I want right here and now. There’s only one thing that comes to mind?
“It’s been a while since you came down, right?”
“hmm? what?”
When my godmother asked back, I pointed at her with a spoon and said,
“Godmother. “I don’t think we need anything, just the godmother can come.”
The powerlessness that I witnessed with my own body this morning. It is absolutely not at a general level.
‘Reconciliation between races is not something that can be solved by high-ranking people meeting together, saying [we will do that in the future], stamping a seal, and shaking hands. We need to change our thinking from the bottom up, from ordinary citizens, but isn’t Godmother too perfect a hero?’
The frame is just right, right? ‘The companion of a great hero who saved the world in the past and went into hiding, comes out again to save humans despite the discord between races in a crisis that has come again.’
This type of recruitment quest has different rewards depending on intimacy. Anyway, he said he liked it enough to beat it up himself, so it’s worth a try.
“Huh….”
El Parna thought for a moment, as if this was an answer she didn’t expect. Yes, she is worried. I’m actually thinking about it! There is a real possibility that that ignorantly strong elf will join as a colleague-
“Hmm. Was this guy less hit?…”
“yes?”
“I guess so. Stay a while after eating. “I’d like to take a look at some of the shortcomings in my morning.”
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ah.
Looking at the godmother pointing at the battle hammer casually leaning against the wall with a flick of her chin, I think this may have gone a little too far.
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