177. I don’t know either.
“How was your friend’s usual behavior?”
To get to know a person, it is best to ask a variety of questions in many places. Kreis did just that.
First, it started with Deutsche Pullman.
“It was neat. He acted like a tongue in her mouth and was meticulous. “If it wasn’t something I was sure about, I wouldn’t even start it.”
I thought that was a waste of talent before I became a cult member. Because everyone got along so well, no one left behind. He got along well with everyone, and his greatest strength was his meticulousness.
“It was insidious. “What you do and the methods you use.”
This is Ruagarne’s opinion.
‘Insidious, unwavering and cautious.’
He said that whether he was gambling, betting, or doing anything, he tended not to step forward unless he was sure.
“First of all, I was good at everything, but there was something about it that I tended to prepare for a long time. “The captain seemed to really like it.”
“Your position in battle formation? Was it last? Oh, it was the last one. every time.”
“Now that I think about it, it was like that.”
Afterwards, I gathered the opinions of my vigilante colleagues and drew an image in my head.
In Kreis’ mind, he was like a scrawny goat. I also roughly figured out his habits.
‘In terms of personality, I guess it’s Saxony.’
When it comes to Saxony, I tend to do it, but if you look at my personality, I tend to be thorough in preparation and think a lot about various things.
It’s similar. Of course, the other person was dumber than that. Much more.
Kreis wrote the script. A script that brings out a sneaky and timid guy.
To be precise, it is a scenario that has elements that make you let down your guard.
“Shall I vomit some blood? “You can use this.”
It was a pouch made by cutting a pig’s bladder into small pieces. It smells bad because there is goat blood in it, but you don’t keep it in your mouth, you just spill it.
“I think it would be good if I got a little injured, but it’s a proc, so a little injury is okay, right?”
“Sure.”
Rua Garnet was hot. His arm was completely cut off.
“It might be more effective this way. But is it okay if I don’t have an arm?”
“I’m right-handed.”
Is that the answer?
Maybe so.
In any case, the opponent will be confident of victory and relieved when he sees the severed arm.
This did not dampen the morale of the allies. This was thanks to Encred.
Something that was shown that day among the crowd of monsters and beasts.
It was truly impressive. Kreis himself even screamed.
It was a plan that took all of that into consideration.
‘This is enough.’
It seemed like it would be good to put the other person’s thoughts to one side. It would have been nice to have them learn it.
‘I don’t think he’s that smart.’
People have habits.
Hiding behind is a habit, a habit. Would it be possible to throw it away in an instant?
‘Wow.’
It was very easy for Kreis to pinpoint the enemy’s location.
Afterwards, by placing Ester next to Encred, he planted prejudice in the other person’s mind.
Where there is a leopard, there is Encred.
So in the early morning, Encred and Ruagarne are sent out before the opponent notices.
“Finn, try this on.”
After having Finn put on some clothes, he put them on the wall, in a place that could be called a gallery, and put Ester next to him.
It is time for the hordes of monsters and beasts, who have a premonition of victory, to rush in. It was clear to Kreis where the guy was hiding.
A place where you can hide and watch your enemies.
He must be wearing a monster skin from behind.
Read the opponent’s intentions and use that to sell a trap. It was simple and easy.
At least that was the case for Kreis.
* * *
“That friend of Wangnun is useful. “Her face wasn’t everything.”
Ruagarne said. Encred’s chin moved up and down slightly. It was acknowledged.
After ambushing Wangnun in the place that Kreis mentioned, I found the guy wearing something that looked like a hyena skin, so the answer was correct.
Encred removed the makeup made by mixing charcoal in water.
I swept away the stone dust that had been sprinkled on my face with my hand.
Gray stone dust, like dust, flew over the shaking hands. It was stuffy and very uncomfortable.
“You guys fooled me!”
Ah, such a stereotypical reaction.
Whenever this happened, Encred had something he wanted to say. His mouth was itching.
“The person who was fooled is an asshole.”
The world has become so dangerous and evil that these days, no one reacts in such a stereotypical way.
It was truly a conversation like a textbook that I had experienced in a long time. I was so proud of that.
“These!”
The cultist was angry, and his eyes turned red.
Several gnolls around reacted to the cultist’s cries and turned around and charged at him.
Nine memories!
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The cultist’s brainwashing and deception spells shake the spirit of monsters. The gnoll group was fearless.
If they had seen Encred’s sword cut them down, they should have dispersed and run away, but they ran in without fear.
But Encred had nothing to do.
Boom, boom! pop! Sigh!
Ruagarne’s whip moved. The metal ball attached to the end of the whip hit the gnoll’s head and exploded.
One of them blocked with a thick wooden shield.
Part of the shield exploded with a pop sound, but the whip was blocked.
It was a variant game. The guy behind the shield showed his fangs.
When three or four mutant game cultists approached and tried to block their path, Ruagarne puffed out his cheeks.
“Do you think you’ll miss it twice?”
“You’re a frog worth your heart! “You didn’t know I wasn’t ready at the time, right?”
He had a very long tongue.
With that thought, Encred’s hand moved.
hook.
A beam of light, something like that flew by.
It’s not a whistle dagger. So it was much slower than that, but it was a knife thrown based on the heart of super strength. I mean it was fast.
It seemed as if the flying knife would pierce the cultist’s forehead.
Just before that.
puck!
One mutant gnoll stretched out its left arm and blocked it. The knife plunged into the thick hide of the mutant gnoll.
Without changing his expression, the mutant gnoll pulled out the knife from his arm with his other hand and threw it to the side.
Black blood was flowing, but he just frowned once and glared at Encred.
‘Reaction speed.’
It’s not bad. No, it was great.
The gnoll’s yellow eyes looked at Encred, and Encred also looked at them.
* * *
The cultist was timid, but he was not an idiot.
He knew that it was foolish to continue controlling the monster like this. Why waste magical power?
There was an easier way. It’s about creating a leader for the colony.
If the previous leader was a man running around with two poisoned daggers, this time he was the largest of the mutant gnolls.
Add an order to it.
A black haze seemed to be rising above the shoulders of the new leader.
“It is a tactic of a cult.”
Ruagarne said. It sounded like it meant to be careful.
Encred drew his sword. One sack instead of two.
He held it with both hands and held it in front of him, looking at the enemy.
The black haze and the cultist behind it were also in focus.
‘I wonder what it would be like.’
At some point, Encred set the standard for his opponent’s strength as Rem.
‘Is it the same as Rem?’
or not.
‘Is it harder than REM?’
Either that or that.
‘Which is better, dealing with Rem or right now?’
Just to conclude:
‘There’s no way around it.’
Comparing him to Rem makes me feel sorry for that ignorant barbarian.
so.
“Back.”
After speaking, he rushed at me.
The cultist was confident. He believed in his summoning skills.
Even when the leader Gnoll rushed in, I trusted him. No matter how strong and long the opponent is, the new leader is a variable created by thinking about unexpected forces.
So, the guy standing over there right now was also one of those variables.
unexpected power.
So variable and variable meet.
Meanwhile, Frock is running towards him.
The cultist wanted to use a strategy that would surely win.
He also judged that the guy with his sword drawn was much more dangerous than Frog, who only had one arm left.
‘Give me your flesh.’
bones.
The cultist did just that.
Something like a black lump fell from the tip of his right finger.
It was blacker and darker than the shadow. I felt ominous just by looking at it.
“Warrior’s arms.”
As the cultist muttered, the lump immediately took shape.
It was a strange shape. It was a humanoid with two thin legs and only one arm, but no head.
Only his right arm was thick, and in that hand was something that resembled a blunt sword.
Meanwhile, Ruagarnet came closer and waved his whip. The whip that came flying with a bang seemed like it was going to crush the cult member’s head.
“Mak!”
The cultist shouted, his eyes bloodshot.
puck!
One mutant gnoll blocked the whip with its body.
Ruagarne just waved her wrist. His whip crackled and bent.
I went beyond the gnoll I killed and aimed at the cultist’s head again.
The whip was like a living snake. As I managed to twist my body, the whip wrapped around my left arm and cracked the bone.
Damn frog!
The cultist bit his tongue instead of screaming. He cooed, thick blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
In exchange for blood.
As the cultist muttered to himself, his left arm, which was caught by the whip, fell off and melted into black.
“It’s Hualin’s dog!”
The cultist shouted.
The black water that was his left arm soon turned into a four-legged black beast larger than an average dog.
The cultist felt like his insides were twisted as he continued to summon summons. The speed was reversed, and spinning before my eyes.
Moreover, because I gave up my left arm, blood poured out.
‘f*ck.’
If you did something wrong, you were in trouble.
The cultist barely came to his senses after swallowing the blood that had accumulated in his mouth.
And I burst out laughing at the sight I saw before my eyes.
Frog was fighting with the dog he had called.
The warrior’s arm was just a stone’s throw away from the semi-equivocal knight who was using strange techniques against the gnoll on the other side.
‘I won.’
The cultists were confident of victory.
Ruagarne wrapped the whip around her wrist as she dealt with the dog he had summoned.
The shorter her whip was, the more powerful it was.
The opponent was hiding his skills. The summoning object it was summoning was much more difficult than she expected.
Their feet are fast and their fangs are sharp. I’m also good at avoiding topics I don’t even know about.
This was not an opponent that could be struck down and finished off in one go.
I also saw the opponent summon two entities at the same time.
It was said that he was a man of exceptional rank even among cult priests.
‘Just hold on.’
Then it will be enough. Proc took out the weapon he had prepared. The most difficult beings to deal with while traveling alone are monsters in the form of spirit bodies.
Things like ghosts and evil spirits.
The summoning body wielded by the cultist in front of me had a similar shape.
A trick that is implemented by embodying a physical entity in this world.
There were many ways to deal with it, but she preferred the simple method.
chamberlain.
“Burn up.”
Something like using a simple magic tool.
Grumbling.
Soon a blue fire ignited on her whip. Of course it was some kind of spell.
Something that hits the summoned object properly.
She didn’t know.
A cultist burned my life and summoned me.
I just thought that I had sent Encred a check and a difficult summoning body to myself.
In the meantime, the warrior’s arms ran over his two skinny legs and came right in front of Encred’s nose.
It was a short distance away.
Encred had just swung the sword he was holding with both hands, brushing away the gnoll’s club that had fallen on his head, and was swinging his sword forward, striking the gnome in the stomach.
Boom!
Even though the cut was so large that his internal organs were visible, the gnoll pulled the club and swung it as if he had forgotten the pain.
Encred ducked his knees and waist to avoid it.
With a bang, the club passed over my head.
Afterwards, he drew his sword in a flowing motion and cut the back of the opponent’s knee.
He crossed his left and right feet, grabbed the opponent’s back, and left two knife marks on his calf muscles.
Stone stone!
That was enough.
The man, who could not stand properly due to a cut calf muscle, fell from his knees.
Just turn your waist and do a double sword-style rotational slash.
puck!
The gnoll’s head was cut off and flew through the air.
nine-
The guy died without even being able to scream properly.
The movements did not go smoothly in between. We all moved according to the situation, so we still fought while assuming Rem.
For Encred, this was easier than dealing with the majority. Victory and defeat were instantaneous, and the difference in skill was stark.
Just as I was about to cut off the gnoll’s calf, a black lump and a knife sent by a cultist approached.
When it was time to cut off the gnoll’s head, the summoned body swung the shadowless black sword in its hand.
This was the cultist’s last struggle and a fatal move.
The warrior’s arm was a summoning technique that struck and disappeared.
A spell to use when you absolutely want to kill someone.
After checking the guy who was running towards him on two skinny legs, Encred raised his sword.
Black swords rushed from top to bottom. It was very fast. It’s a sudden acceleration. I couldn’t avoid it.
Since he had drawn a picture of killing the gnoll and preventing it, Encred raised his sword.
Block and hit.
It was just as the cultist expected.
The warrior’s arms will be swung without regard for physical defense, causing fatal damage to the human spirit body.
The cultist’s eyes were sparkling with anticipation even as blood poured from his mouth and arms.
‘die.’
Soon Encred’s sword and the sword wielded by the warrior’s arm met.
* * *
‘joy.’
Esther watched Encred’s fight from the castle wall.
The cultist’s spell was a foolish thing. However, that clumsy act could have been fatal to an unprepared person.
Knowing that, how could I just let that man go?
She tore off worn-out leather armor and added it to her magical power. This was instead.
‘It’s a gift. man.’
Esther split some of her magical power and planted it in the man’s sword.
If the other person uses a trick similar to a spell, react accordingly.
* * *
Encred saw a blue light shining dimly from his sword.
It was a gap in time.
The shining blue sword broke the black sword and cut the black body in two.
If it were a human, it would have been cut right below the chest.
The cutting sensation remained in my hand.
Is there something that looks like a lump of flesh there?
The cut black mass gushed out black smoke and soon dispersed and disappeared.
And when the cult member saw that, his eyes widened as if they were torn apart.
“… … What! that!”
Encred was honest.
I was also confused. Although it wasn’t too much of a struggle, Encred thought for a few more seconds than usual before opening his mouth.
“I don’t know either.”
Heat rose in the cult member’s head at that answer. He parted his lips as if there was something going on and said something like that!
As his heart was struck, the cultist’s eyes began to spin in circles. I suddenly lost my breath.
The guy who had already overexerted himself suffered heart failure.
“Bwak.”
Sometimes, some deaths were in vain.
The cultist clutched his chest, took a few deep breaths, and fell forward.
He didn’t look fine as he fell headfirst into the floor.
Then, the fog cleared in the minds of the monsters and beasts that were rampaging around.
They also had instincts.
The moment they saw the human who had killed their own people, they all ran away in all directions.
The colony is broken.
Meanwhile, Encred was looking at his sword closely.
‘Was this a magic sword?’
So the blacksmith from Border Guard is a wizard?
I don’t think so, but it was a very unsuitable combination.
fantasy,
