171. I just didn’t like the gnoll’s laugh.
“I wanted to meet you in good health at least once.”
Satisfaction moved Encred’s mouth.
If I got closer, I might or might not have noticed the leader.
Encred wanted to make his presence known.
It was not because of the spirit of winning or any fair competition. What kind of battle is there against monsters?
just.
‘It’s a test.’
I just wanted to get confirmation of what I had built up through repeated today.
At the sound of Encred’s voice, the leader, who was carrying two mutants as if they were guards, turned his head back.
He didn’t just turn his head.
He lifts two daggers and aims them in front. It was all over in the blink of an eye.
‘As expected, it’s fast.’
Encred was impressed.
“Guuk!”
The leader shouted. The two mutants standing like guards reacted to those words.
Guwok!
This cry seemed similar to that of a ghoul. One of the mutants who shouted leapt forward. At the same time, it is hitting from top to bottom.
Encred raised the sword, covered in black blood, diagonally.
With a huff, a heavy club falls from above to below. Encred’s eyes were blurry.
Just before the club hit his head, the sword moved.
No, the feet moved together.
Sigh!
Twist the blade, strike the middle of the club, and then push it forward. Suddenly, the side of the stick peeled off as if it were being pushed out with a carving knife.
Encred’s sword rushed forward and decapitated the mutant’s neck.
It was a sword strike in which the face of the club was torn off and then struck up to the nape of the neck.
The blade cut off half of the mutant gnoll’s nape, including its muscles, bones, and tendons.
“He, ha, he, ha.”
When his throat was cut, the gnoll let out a sound like something that had been knocked out.
The one who was gurgling fell to his knees, his yellow eyes slowly began to blur, and he fell forward.
Whether one died or not, the second gnoll also rushed forward. En Creed pretended to straighten his sword and then flicked his foot. He twists his body to the left, dodges his club and makes a top horizontal slash.
Holding the grip above his head, he swung his wrist, and the sword drew a semicircle, remained level with the ground, and cut halfway through the gnoll’s head.
The combination of strength and technology is the result.
With a snap, half of the mutant’s head was cut off.
It looked like a pumpkin with its lid open.
Of course, it wasn’t full of pumpkin seeds or flesh, but only brains and black blood.
The half-cut lid falls to the floor.
“If you run away, this will hit you in the back of the head and you will die.”
Encred said and shook his hands. With a beep, the whistle dagger flew out and landed on the head of an ordinary gnoll who was contemplating whether or not to attack from one side.
The blade was inserted so deeply that it could not be seen, leaving no trace of the whistle dagger, but blood spurted out.
Blood flowed from the head of the gnoll who fell backwards due to the impact, soaking the floor.
Guuuuuk!
Those who sensed danger to their leader reacted, and Encred hoped that the leader would attack him.
A road that has never been taken before.
So today was my first experience.
I didn’t even know what would happen. The leader could have pushed back like this.
So what? Anyway, I have to chase it down and decorate its head with a throwing knife.
Conversely, what if you attack me?
‘Can I survive today?’
ask yourself The answer was still.
I expected, prepared, and estimated my opponent.
In the first place, you don’t know what the outcome of a fight will be.
Above all, the leader is a guy who never shows up unless Encred has a hole in his thigh, a big cut on his thigh, or a hole near his navel.
It is a face that can only be seen if one’s mobility is limited or one suffers a fatal wound.
‘You’re such a shameful bastard.’
This is a compliment from my heart. How clever of you to only step forward when the game is certain.
And the gnoll leader did not step down. It moved as Enkri expected.
“Gruuk!”
Pod, that’s what it sounded like. It was that fast.
I was prepared because I had experienced it before, but it was really fast.
The moment the gnoll leader hit the ground, his body stretched out like a shadow lengthened by sunlight.
The stretched shadow is caught in the eye. Encred’s eyes did not lose sight of his opponent.
‘Seeing’ was possible even before.
The problem was that it was fast enough to be difficult to defend against.
The shiny daggers in both hands were objects that were not even allowed to be brushed against.
It’s poison. Just brush past it and it’s over. Then it was a repeat of today.
Scott, ok!
The first of the two slashes grazed Encred’s shoulder. He only brushed by.
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I couldn’t even touch the skin. Encred’s armor isn’t something that can be easily split by a dagger.
There were only cuts left on the leather covering the outside.
The second stab was completely avoided.
I slashed with my right hand and stabbed with my left, but the stab made me turn my body and stab the air.
It was an amazing reaction speed.
The moment I saw it, my body moved.
It was a similar attack to Valen’s misaligned blades, but even though the rhythm was different, it was really, really, really fast.
‘It works.’
It went as expected. It was avoidable. Even though I couldn’t prevent it from grazing, I could prevent it from getting cut or stabbed.
‘A sense of avoidance.’
I’m not sure, but this seems like training to increase your reaction speed.
That’s how I felt it.
They say you named it wrong. Miscellaneous thoughts also twinkled and disappeared.
Anyway, I think that if you just let your body react to avoiding things, you might be able to prevent them from even brushing against you.
Is it necessary? There won’t be. Now it was time to move on.
The day has come to look past today and see the sun of tomorrow.
“Crook!”
The gnoll leader was furious. The red eyes represented that. The yellow pupils seemed to have a red tint. It passed by En Creed, turned around, and came crashing back in.
This time, I lowered my posture and aimed for the thighs. It was a difficult trajectory to avoid. One of them was aimed at the inside of the hip joint, so the daggers held on both sides were in alternating beats.
If I got it wrong, I might become a eunuch.
Encred did not react after seeing and recognizing it. As soon as I saw it, as soon as I recognized it, I moved right away.
It was a small, but big difference.
This was almost my first time using this while actually swinging a sword.
What changed with the focus on coordination was reaction speed.
It was a new world.
It was a step into a new world.
At least Encred felt that way.
Differences in reaction speed lead to differences in reflexes.
The body, which has been constantly trained through isolation techniques, directly expresses the changing cognitive differences.
The moment he saw it, it sounded like he had struck down his sword.
Whoop, whoop, whoop!
As soon as the gnoll leader charged in, a flash of blade split the air vertically.
Of course, it wasn’t just empty space.
Sigh!
From the leader’s head to the middle of his back, split.
The bastard’s futile gestures continued. I stretch out my hands without even knowing that I am dead.
The left hand stabbed the air in vain, but the right hand aimed for the hip joint as intended.
Encred bent his knees and received the dead gnoll’s stab with the armor on his abdomen.
Fighting.
The hands of the dead lose strength.
The dagger hit the leather armor in vain and fell.
The leader, which was moving even though it was split in half, soon split left and right and collapsed.
Internal organs and blood soaked the floor. Because the knife was cut so quickly, blood splattered straight to the back.
I tried to cut off the head, but he reflexively avoided it.
So, I cut it in half starting from the shoulder, drawing a diagonal line.
“Whoa.”
Encred exhaled and felt joy.
‘I’m moving on.’
The joy of growth is the moment when the results prove it.
With his sense of evasion, he dodges the poisoned dagger, and with the training of his coordination and reaction speed, he slashes with a single blow.
Before that, I caught its movements with my eyes, and the heart of the beast gave me boldness.
“Guuuuuk!”
Of course, this couldn’t be the end. There were still gnolls and demons everywhere.
Now the escape route was the problem.
“hot!”
With enthusiasm, Encred threw his sword vigorously. It is aimed at the two gnolls blocking the way.
Jeong Geom-sik? Where can we afford to spend something like that?
Originally, he learned the sword technique that was best for catching monsters.
Northern style heavy swordsmanship.
The North is said to be a cold land where monsters and beasts run rampant.
Their swords evolved into a form best suited for cutting down demonic beasts.
Encred learned that.
Whoop, snap! Sigh!
Ankles, knees, waist, shoulders, wrists.
The upper and lower bodies of the two gnolls were separated by a perfectly powerful centrifugal blow.
Of course we will never meet again.
Encred, who had separated the two birds, ran.
‘Do you think you can escape?’
Avoiding it all day? It was possible.
But dodging while fighting with all your stamina drained?
That’s difficult. One thing I have realized several times through this experience is that physical stamina management is essential for long fights.
But now, in an attempt to catch the leader of the gnolls, they crawled forward and engaged in a short but fierce battle.
Do we have to build a road back to the original village? That was a different problem than simply dodging and holding on in place.
“Can we see each other again tomorrow?”
Encred dodged and spit out words that made no sense. Naturally, the gnoll did not reply.
Those words were answered by a hyena demon aiming at the back.
It opens its mouth wide and launches itself, aiming for the back. Encrid reacted instantly and struck the beast’s head with his elbow.
puck.
The one who was hit properly fell to the floor.
Just like water flowing, I stuck my sword into the beast’s head.
Two demonic beasts and a gnoll rushed into the gap and slashed horizontally with the sword in their left hand.
It was a Gnoll wearing something similar to leather armor. The guy who got hit took a few steps back.
I couldn’t cut it in one go.
I was short of breath and couldn’t exert my strength properly.
It was partly because his posture was broken, but it was also partly because he fought with his mighty heart.
‘This is so true.’
If you overdo it even a little, your hands will tremble.
Of course, I needed to rest a bit.
It’s time to dance with a sense of avoidance again for a while.
“Guuuugu!”
The gnoll’s cry seemed to be something like ‘Kill, kill that human.’
Encred carelessly retrieved his sword and used his foot.
Avoid what you need to avoid, and hit what you need to hit.
He seemed like a master of the workshop.
If someone actually saw this, they would think so, but it is a movement that cannot be seen from a distance.
Encred felt some satisfaction from killing the leader.
In addition to the joy, I also felt like I was overturning the game the boatman had set up.
How can that be?
What was the original wall?
In Encred’s opinion, risking injury on the wall and holding a poisoned dagger meant fighting against a hyena-headed beast.
No, he won the fight without even grazing the poisoned dagger.
Encred twisted it.
Is it because it’s impossible to catch the leader while injured? No, it was possible. I could walk that road too.
But I didn’t want to do that.
Even if that was the original wall.
‘That bastard is smiling.’
I didn’t like the gnoll’s laugh. If you don’t check for fatal injuries, you don’t show up. Even though I praised him for being fatal, I didn’t like him.
So, what should I do?
I shook my head a bit. There was no need for Kreis’ help.
It’s so simple.
Block the door, guard the wall, and stick to the leader. Everything is intentional. This is the result.
The leader is dead, and none of the pioneer villagers have died from the gnolls and hyena beasts.
It would be inevitable if he died from being stoned.
At least in my opinion, no one is that dead.
It was never a task to protect the people of the pioneer village.
It just happened to be like this.
If I had to give a reason, I just really didn’t like the gnoll’s smile.
Above all, isn’t this more efficient than fighting over an injury?
Of course, in order to have a beautiful finale, we need to end it properly here.
In other words, I had to return alive.
I conserved my breathing and conserved my strength.
After failing to open the road with several double-checks, we continued with simple attacks, but the road was still blocked.
It’s that kind of moment. Should I hold on like this and look at other variables?
Or should I pour out all my remaining strength and explode my mighty heart to clear the way?
Both were not very likely options. Encred felt it intuitively.
But I don’t think there is any other way.
I am in the midst of a brief worry.
“A road!”
This is something else.
It was near the entrance to the village. Suddenly, the main gate of the village opened. Part of the thick log barrier opened the way.
Thanks to Esther and Encred’s antics, the group of gnolls turned back, and the guys knocking on the door disappeared.
Deutsche Pullman, who watched everything, could not bear it anymore and went outside.
“Only the one who comes along! “If you’re going to get out of here, take your luggage and get out!”
It was a proposal worthy of a mercenary leader. Why would a guy who knows how to waste his life become a mercenary?
Deutch’s men rushed out in a hurry.
Deutsche Pullman came out of the village and vigorously swung his weapon, the glaive.
After that, ten vigilantes who had suffered since the mercenary days followed.
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