Chapter 344 – Chapter 344: Mischief 1
The party trudges along the light of the green lantern. I tried to use it as a guide, but I abandoned Shin Chang-min, who was useless, and moved with the team leader of the search team who became the victim of the kkojang.
Of course, I didn’t take her with a shady mind to torment her until the end. Even so, if you include at least one member of the search team, you will be able to take a sickle in your achievement. The team leader’s emotions, which had fluctuated anxiously, subsided calmly, as if he had noticed that fact.
The guide, the team leader, Song Ye-na, Han Ye-ji, me, the heads in the lantern.
We crossed the mushroom pillars that had fallen to the ground, passed through the messy forest, and headed to the clearing where the village should have been. It was easy to see that there was a village there. There was an empty lot with no mushrooms at all. As if a giant had scooped up the soil with both hands and disappeared.
“What did you find?”
“Constellation, don’t we need to take the entire village back?”
“Right.”
“You just have to go into the village where the prank is being played and catch the woman in the sanctuary.”
In a way, a shaman who repeats the obvious story again. The words he said had no nutritional value, but his rapidly rolling eyes his, with a little exaggeration, were looking in all directions like a chameleon. It looks like a dirt floor with nothing on it to me, but do you see something in the eyes of the shaman?
As I waited with anticipation as I watched her roll her eyes while saying she had found it, her eyes her stared at one spot. She looked around for magic in her eyes her, just in case, but she still couldn’t see anything.
Instead, Han Ye-ji and Song Ye-na smiled shyly and their eyes met. Seeing that their eyes were burning blue, it seemed like they were thinking the same way as I was and putting magic on their eyes. All people think the same.
“Here, like this… I think you can do it like me.”
“Doing it like you? This, what else—”
The shaman’s explanation continued as they smiled as they met eyes with the shy incarnations. Looking at the empty space, he hesitated and settled down, then hesitantly pulled her hips backwards.
Should I say rubbing the transparent wall with my butt?
“… Can I just follow you?”
“What, is that so?”
Perhaps he stamped his foot in her in the sense of following him, but only the shaman’s footprints remained on the fine soil. Incarnations fly into the air! I walked towards the traces of the missing shaman. Then, looking in the same direction, he took a slow step backwards with his hips pulled back.
The first person to take a stance is the leader of the search team, who has just settled down, perhaps because he is afraid of the tail.
“No, this looks like-“
The team leader, who had been muttering a little because it was so ridiculous, muttered something and then disappeared. In response, Han Ye-ji and Song Ye-na also looked away from each other, then stood and rubbed their buttocks in the air. Han Ye-ji, Song Ye-na, and I—
Moving through space feels quite different from being sucked into a dream. Pushing the skin all over my body with something soft felt like entering a car wash made of downy hair naked.
In such an epileptic strange feeling, as I managed to hold on to my disturbed mind, I suddenly saw a large wooden fence in front of me.
The fence of the village that Shin Chang-min saw in his dream.
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Far from extending his hand his, he was surprised to find a wooden fence within reach of the tip of his nose his, but there was no misfortune to put his head down. I was walking backwards when I entered this place, so I naturally took a step back.
I wondered how the log fence was built in a forest with only mushrooms, but well, there are spells and magic, so I must have figured it out. Someone gently grabbed my shoulder.
Turning her head slightly, all I see is Song Yena with a slightly worried expression. It looks like he jumped right in, just in case he bumped his head into the log fence.
“Rest of it?”
“Probably on the other side.”
They entered the same place, but they were scattered around the wooden fence. With that thought in mind, I attached my forearms to the wooden fence and started walking slowly.
I don’t know why, but I felt like if I took even one step on the other side of the fence, I would bounce off it.
Feeling as if it was an incubus instinct, an elf’s empathy, or a beastman’s instinct, Song Ye-na and her walked side by side, one by one her companions joined. The team leader contemplating whether or not to jump over the wooden fence, the sorcerer looking at the wooden fence with a lantern, and Han Ye-ji stopped walking in the opposite direction from us.
They turned into sausages and walked along the wooden fence, and the entrance appeared only after everyone in the party joined.
“Who are you!”
A small girl, not an aboriginal warrior, who immediately noticed us as we entered the village’s main gate. He’s a little tall, but his youthful face his, no tattoos, and no curves on his body his make him look like a kid who has n’t even grown up yet. Seeing how confident he is with outsiders, he must be playing the role of a popular alley leader among his peers.
While she was contemplating whether to gently coax information out of her, or whether to subdue her without seeming to know anything, Song Yena immediately stepped forward.
“Ouch!”
As if she noticed at first glance that she was not a combatant, instead of the blade her cutting off her limbs her, the handle of the sword pierced the girl’s head her. Daang—a sound that resonated so clearly and lightly that it made me wonder if my skull was collapsing.
As if he had no intention of hiding his presence in her, the girl’s scream reverberated throughout the village, and the buzz of popularity increased in an instant.
From a young girl to an old woman, they creep out of the hut, and her eyes her go up sharply. They know that something strange is going on in the village, but since an outsider they’ve never seen has openly invaded, they can’t help but feel suspicious.
Aboriginal people surrounded us with great vigor, holding southern continental weapons such as wooden clubs, sticks, and obsidian daggers. Among the dogs, there were those who looked at me and shed their lives instead of lust, perhaps because they were acquainted with the girl who fainted.
Of course, I wasn’t worried. Because Song Yena was on this side.
Because her title her of her her academy’s her her rookie her ―is not her compliment her for her her Song Yena, but rather her demeaning title her that looks down on her too low.
Yena Song, a Moorim person who was raised by the strongest person who endured the destruction of the world with a single sword, recognized her talent for the first time and was raised in a mountain valley from her childhood. She is a seasoned swordsman full of real combat experience who even sent her to a military base for actual combat training, and also trained to shoot monsters. The rest of her village will not be able to deal with her with her gossip her.
“They’ll know what’s going on, hold on!”
“Send the men to the sanctuary, and cut off the limbs of the women they don’t need!”
As the old women use their pickaxes, strong women rush at them with clubs and wooden spears. Behind them, screaming old women waving tools made of bones and feathers and trying to cast spells. The villagers naturally divided into front and rear guards and pressed them.
Seeing that scene, Han Ye-ji immediately hits the elderly with a sedative bullet, and the guide shaman and the Hwashin team leader also take out shaman tools from their waists and shake them.
While tranquilizer bullets made with science and strange projectiles made from witchcraft supplies embroidered the air—
“Uh, ah!”
“What, what?!”
As if she had no intention of extending her mercy even to her opponent who was carrying her weapon, Song Yena’s sword whipped through the air without hesitation. A sword whose trajectory is unreadable even if her eyesight of her is greatly enhanced with her magical power of her.
It’s so fast that you can’t see it, but the trajectory is not straight, it curves and cuts many at the same time. The club trimmed with witchcraft and the intangible energy blown away by curse magic are all fair. The natives, who were skillfully trying to siege whether they were accustomed to beating people, fell like dominoes on a sword.
“He was such a wonderful person.”
The team leader who sent off the elemental bomb while waving an ore bracelet said shyly. While the shaman aimed at each other’s hand a few times from a distance, all the natives who rushed at them had their weapons and limbs’ sinews neatly cut off. It really happened in the blink of an eye.
In the meantime, there was Han Ye-ji’s ghostly marksmanship, which knocked out four old women at the same time with a single magazine of sedative bullets… Song Yena’s performance was so amazing that it had no choice but to be buried. That’s because all the bitches who rushed at me were sorted out before I even reloaded.
Moans stained with pain fill the village vacant lot. Even if they tried to surround people and let go of the blindness, the essence of them was that they could not enter the warrior class, so they remained in the village and managed the men. As if he had no tolerance for pain, moaning mixed with sobbing filled his ears.
“Hey, if there are these many shamans, can you figure out pretty much anything?”
“Hee, hee! It’s a crazy bitch!”
“Don’t! Uh, mother! Oh my—”
Of course, rather than moaning in pain, it seemed like he was in panic at the sight of the villagers being chopped off one by one.
